Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
We are not her. This is merely a fanfiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Enjoy.
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"Why are we using the Room of Requirements for studying?" Hermione Granger asked as she tapped her foot impatiently.
"You yourself said the common room and library are full of people. I know you like someplace quiet to study and that's where we're going," he said as he started walking back and forth in front of what would be the door. "Now, be quiet, please, so I can concentrate."
Ron thought about how the room should be filled full of well-organized books, a nice table and comfy chairs, and soft lighting — not so soft that she would expect something, but not as bright as the lights at the Quidditch World Cup. It should be somewhere where Hermione would feel comfortable and where she wouldn't get to suspicious about the real reason he had asked to study with her.
A minute later the door appeared. Quickly Ron peeked in to make sure everything was all right. During his third pass by the door, the image of Hermione in Yoga class had flitted through his mind. He did not want to have to explain why the Yoga classroom had appeared instead of a place to study. As he opened the door, he was glad to see that the study area was perfect. There was a cozy leather loveseat with a table just the right height in front of it. A fireplace on the back wall gave off a cheery warmth. Side tables held lamps that glowed softly in the darkness. Another light illuminated the work table. The only imperfection was a small yoga mat under the table. He prayed that she wouldn't take notice.
"I must say I am impressed Ron," Hermione said as she entered the room.
"Thank you," he said as he lead her over to the table, before whispering under his breath. "Room of Requirements, get rid of that mat."
A second later, it was gone. Smiling, Ron sat down next to Hermione who had already opened a few of the books that she had brought with her.
"What subject do you want to start off with?" she asked.
Ron sighed. This was not going as he planned, but maybe they could study for awhile while he thought of what he was going to say. "Charms, I guess."
A half-hour later, Ron had not gotten a single thing done. His charms homework remained mostly untouched after he caught himself scribbling Hermione's name on them. He was just looking at her now, wondering how he should do this.
Hermione felt his gaze on her and lifted her head. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he said quickly.
"Are you stuck on a problem?" she asked grabbing for his parchment. "Let me see."
"No!' he exclaimed ripping the parchment out of her grasp. "That is . . . I don't really have a problem."
"Fine," she said slightly hurt. "Just don't try to get me to proof your answers for you then."
"I don't need you to proof everything I do 'Mione," he said shortly. "I can do some things myself, you know. I'm not stupid."
"I never said you were stupid."
"No, it's just implied."
"I don't think I can work anymore," she said with a tired sigh. She stood up and started to gather her books into a pile. "It's clear that we're just going to get into another row."
"No, we're not."
"Ron, we're already in one!" She gave him an exasperated and tired look. "I'm so tired of this," she muttered under her breath.
Ron cursed to himself as he stood up from the table. "Harry's right. I might as well imagine myself a noose, as well as this is going," he thought to himself. As soon as the thought was finished, the item appeared in the corner of the room catching Hermione's attention.
"Ron, why is there a noose hanging in the corner?" she asked cautiously.
"What?" he asked turning to look at it. He scowled. The room was mocking him. He just knew it. "Room of Requirements, get rid of that thing," he growled out.
"Ron, what is going on? We have studying to do!"
"I know we do. It's just that there is something important that I need to talk about with you."
"Everything is more important to you than studying. Wait, this isn't about Voldemort or Harry is it?" she said worried.
"No!" he exclaimed. "It's something else."
"Well? What is it?"
Ron looked at Hermione as she waited patiently for the answer. He could tell she was already agitated, and that wasn't good.
"Bloody hell," Ron thought, "this isn't what I had planned. I wish there was some way that I could tell Hermione exactly what I fell. A bloody banner proclaiming my love probably wouldn't even do it."
Unfortunately for Ron, the Room of Requirements was in a mischevious mood and read his thoughts.A moment later a banner appeared behind Ron adorned with ribbons and floating hearts reading "Hermione, I fancy you although I'm a bloody idiot most of the time. I hope you'll look past that. Love Ron."
Hermione's eyes grew wide as she read the sign behind Ron. Ron was still looking down at the floor trying to come up with something to say to her.
"Is this a joke?" Hermione asked harshly trying to not let the tears drop that were forming in her eyes.
"What?" asked Ron confused as he looked up at her.
"I should have known," Hermione said trying not to sob as she gathered up her books. "Here I thought . . . well, it isn't important what I thought. All that matters is that you brought me up here to play some stupid, asinine prank on me Ronald Weasley! How could you!"
"Hermione," Ron began as he reached for her, completely clueless to the banner behind him.
"I don't know why I even bother with you, Ron Weasley," Hermione said, her voice cracking.
Ron put his hand on Hermione's wrist to halt her. He placed her books back on the table.
Hermione continued to look down, her hair covering her face. Slowly, Ron placed his hand under her chin and pulled her face up to his. He felt his heart ache as he saw a trail of tears running down her cheeks. Putting his hand on the side of her face, he rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone.
"Hermione, I am not pulling a prank on you," he said softly as he wiped a tear off her cheek.
"Then what are you doing Ron? What exactly are you doing?" she asked timidly looking up at him.
"It's just . . . I just . .. You see the thing is . .. ah, bloody hell," he said frustrated before he brought his lips down to hers. It only last a few seconds as he felt Hermione tense up before him.
He broke the kiss and stood back. Ron's face scrunched up as he held his breath completely prepared for the smack he was certain Hermione would deliver. Still squinting, he tried to open one of his eyes to find Hermione looking at him in an expression that was part astonishment, part amusement, and part anxiousness.
"Why?" she asked softly.
Ron's shoulders sagged as he felt a heavy pressure on his chest. He had just completely messed everything up between him and Hermione. "This was all a bad idea," he thought to himself.
"I just thought, but I guess I was wrong," he said, before anger flashed in his eyes and he raised his voice. "Just forget it ever happened. I should have known better. You deserve someone better than just me. Just go. Go write Vicky and tell him how pathetic it was I tried to tell you how much I love you."
"Ron Weasley, you are a bloody idiot," she snapped before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him toward her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss which stopped only when they had to breathe. "I love you too," Hermione said, slightly out of breath.
"Wow," he said before he could stop himself.
A blush crept up in Hermione's cheeks, "Thank you."
"'Mione, the Halloween Ball's coming up and I don't want what happened at fourth year to happen again. I don't want you to go with any bloke other than me. So would you —"
Another earth shattering kiss followed, where Ron was quite sure he would die a happy man if the world ended at that moment.
"Yes," she said with a smile.
"Merlin, I love you," he whispered outloud. "For a long time, you know."
"I know. I've been waiting and waiting to see if you felt the same way I did."
"Um. How long?" Ron asked in a timid voice.
"Well," Hermione stared at a button on Ron's shirt. "I sorta liked you that year we had the Yule Ball and the competition and all that. But when we became prefects, we got to spend so much time together. I knew that I really liked you. I guess I've loved you since then." She looked up with a shy smile. "Its seemed so natural to love you that I couldn't tell you when it started." She looked down surprised at the romantic words that had come out of her mouth. She had to stop reading Ginny's romance novels.
"Really? Wow." Ron cleared his throat then took a couragous leap. "It's the same way with me. I just didn't want to risk our friendship because I didn't think that you could ever feel the same way about me."
"What made you change your mind and bring me here?"
Visions of Hermione eating pie and leading the Yoga class floated in his memory. He quickly dampened them before the room was flooded with apple pies and yoga mats.
"I . . . I guess I just did." He looked down at her beaming face. "The feelings just grew too strong."
"I know," she said with a giggle. "The banner was a bit much, though."
Ron turned to look behind him, wondering what banner she was talking about. When he saw it, his face turned slightly red and he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Bloody room," he muttered smiling as he bent to kiss Hermione again.
A/N: Enjoy.
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"Why are we using the Room of Requirements for studying?" Hermione Granger asked as she tapped her foot impatiently.
"You yourself said the common room and library are full of people. I know you like someplace quiet to study and that's where we're going," he said as he started walking back and forth in front of what would be the door. "Now, be quiet, please, so I can concentrate."
Ron thought about how the room should be filled full of well-organized books, a nice table and comfy chairs, and soft lighting — not so soft that she would expect something, but not as bright as the lights at the Quidditch World Cup. It should be somewhere where Hermione would feel comfortable and where she wouldn't get to suspicious about the real reason he had asked to study with her.
A minute later the door appeared. Quickly Ron peeked in to make sure everything was all right. During his third pass by the door, the image of Hermione in Yoga class had flitted through his mind. He did not want to have to explain why the Yoga classroom had appeared instead of a place to study. As he opened the door, he was glad to see that the study area was perfect. There was a cozy leather loveseat with a table just the right height in front of it. A fireplace on the back wall gave off a cheery warmth. Side tables held lamps that glowed softly in the darkness. Another light illuminated the work table. The only imperfection was a small yoga mat under the table. He prayed that she wouldn't take notice.
"I must say I am impressed Ron," Hermione said as she entered the room.
"Thank you," he said as he lead her over to the table, before whispering under his breath. "Room of Requirements, get rid of that mat."
A second later, it was gone. Smiling, Ron sat down next to Hermione who had already opened a few of the books that she had brought with her.
"What subject do you want to start off with?" she asked.
Ron sighed. This was not going as he planned, but maybe they could study for awhile while he thought of what he was going to say. "Charms, I guess."
A half-hour later, Ron had not gotten a single thing done. His charms homework remained mostly untouched after he caught himself scribbling Hermione's name on them. He was just looking at her now, wondering how he should do this.
Hermione felt his gaze on her and lifted her head. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he said quickly.
"Are you stuck on a problem?" she asked grabbing for his parchment. "Let me see."
"No!' he exclaimed ripping the parchment out of her grasp. "That is . . . I don't really have a problem."
"Fine," she said slightly hurt. "Just don't try to get me to proof your answers for you then."
"I don't need you to proof everything I do 'Mione," he said shortly. "I can do some things myself, you know. I'm not stupid."
"I never said you were stupid."
"No, it's just implied."
"I don't think I can work anymore," she said with a tired sigh. She stood up and started to gather her books into a pile. "It's clear that we're just going to get into another row."
"No, we're not."
"Ron, we're already in one!" She gave him an exasperated and tired look. "I'm so tired of this," she muttered under her breath.
Ron cursed to himself as he stood up from the table. "Harry's right. I might as well imagine myself a noose, as well as this is going," he thought to himself. As soon as the thought was finished, the item appeared in the corner of the room catching Hermione's attention.
"Ron, why is there a noose hanging in the corner?" she asked cautiously.
"What?" he asked turning to look at it. He scowled. The room was mocking him. He just knew it. "Room of Requirements, get rid of that thing," he growled out.
"Ron, what is going on? We have studying to do!"
"I know we do. It's just that there is something important that I need to talk about with you."
"Everything is more important to you than studying. Wait, this isn't about Voldemort or Harry is it?" she said worried.
"No!" he exclaimed. "It's something else."
"Well? What is it?"
Ron looked at Hermione as she waited patiently for the answer. He could tell she was already agitated, and that wasn't good.
"Bloody hell," Ron thought, "this isn't what I had planned. I wish there was some way that I could tell Hermione exactly what I fell. A bloody banner proclaiming my love probably wouldn't even do it."
Unfortunately for Ron, the Room of Requirements was in a mischevious mood and read his thoughts.A moment later a banner appeared behind Ron adorned with ribbons and floating hearts reading "Hermione, I fancy you although I'm a bloody idiot most of the time. I hope you'll look past that. Love Ron."
Hermione's eyes grew wide as she read the sign behind Ron. Ron was still looking down at the floor trying to come up with something to say to her.
"Is this a joke?" Hermione asked harshly trying to not let the tears drop that were forming in her eyes.
"What?" asked Ron confused as he looked up at her.
"I should have known," Hermione said trying not to sob as she gathered up her books. "Here I thought . . . well, it isn't important what I thought. All that matters is that you brought me up here to play some stupid, asinine prank on me Ronald Weasley! How could you!"
"Hermione," Ron began as he reached for her, completely clueless to the banner behind him.
"I don't know why I even bother with you, Ron Weasley," Hermione said, her voice cracking.
Ron put his hand on Hermione's wrist to halt her. He placed her books back on the table.
Hermione continued to look down, her hair covering her face. Slowly, Ron placed his hand under her chin and pulled her face up to his. He felt his heart ache as he saw a trail of tears running down her cheeks. Putting his hand on the side of her face, he rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone.
"Hermione, I am not pulling a prank on you," he said softly as he wiped a tear off her cheek.
"Then what are you doing Ron? What exactly are you doing?" she asked timidly looking up at him.
"It's just . . . I just . .. You see the thing is . .. ah, bloody hell," he said frustrated before he brought his lips down to hers. It only last a few seconds as he felt Hermione tense up before him.
He broke the kiss and stood back. Ron's face scrunched up as he held his breath completely prepared for the smack he was certain Hermione would deliver. Still squinting, he tried to open one of his eyes to find Hermione looking at him in an expression that was part astonishment, part amusement, and part anxiousness.
"Why?" she asked softly.
Ron's shoulders sagged as he felt a heavy pressure on his chest. He had just completely messed everything up between him and Hermione. "This was all a bad idea," he thought to himself.
"I just thought, but I guess I was wrong," he said, before anger flashed in his eyes and he raised his voice. "Just forget it ever happened. I should have known better. You deserve someone better than just me. Just go. Go write Vicky and tell him how pathetic it was I tried to tell you how much I love you."
"Ron Weasley, you are a bloody idiot," she snapped before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him toward her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss which stopped only when they had to breathe. "I love you too," Hermione said, slightly out of breath.
"Wow," he said before he could stop himself.
A blush crept up in Hermione's cheeks, "Thank you."
"'Mione, the Halloween Ball's coming up and I don't want what happened at fourth year to happen again. I don't want you to go with any bloke other than me. So would you —"
Another earth shattering kiss followed, where Ron was quite sure he would die a happy man if the world ended at that moment.
"Yes," she said with a smile.
"Merlin, I love you," he whispered outloud. "For a long time, you know."
"I know. I've been waiting and waiting to see if you felt the same way I did."
"Um. How long?" Ron asked in a timid voice.
"Well," Hermione stared at a button on Ron's shirt. "I sorta liked you that year we had the Yule Ball and the competition and all that. But when we became prefects, we got to spend so much time together. I knew that I really liked you. I guess I've loved you since then." She looked up with a shy smile. "Its seemed so natural to love you that I couldn't tell you when it started." She looked down surprised at the romantic words that had come out of her mouth. She had to stop reading Ginny's romance novels.
"Really? Wow." Ron cleared his throat then took a couragous leap. "It's the same way with me. I just didn't want to risk our friendship because I didn't think that you could ever feel the same way about me."
"What made you change your mind and bring me here?"
Visions of Hermione eating pie and leading the Yoga class floated in his memory. He quickly dampened them before the room was flooded with apple pies and yoga mats.
"I . . . I guess I just did." He looked down at her beaming face. "The feelings just grew too strong."
"I know," she said with a giggle. "The banner was a bit much, though."
Ron turned to look behind him, wondering what banner she was talking about. When he saw it, his face turned slightly red and he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Bloody room," he muttered smiling as he bent to kiss Hermione again.