The Kiss

Ron stood in shock in his front room, still holding the piece of parchment in his hands. Slowly he looked up, his eyes unfocused and his mind swarming with thoughts.

'Hermione likes me. I like her. She's read the poem. She's written one back. Was I meant to find this poem? Is it all a joke? This is just Fred and George playing a joke on me, isn't it? But how'd they know about my poem? What am I meant to do now?' Just as the last thought whizzed through Ron's mind he heard Hermione's footsteps making their way downstairs. Without contemplating what he was going to do, Ron shoved the poem into his pocket and awaited Hermione's arrival.

"Hey Ron … got my coat …" Hermione glanced at her work area on the carpet and realised the poem was gone. Her eyes moved up to Ron's face. She had to giggle. He was staring at her with the look of a rabbit caught in headlights. Hermione blushed. "Do you still want to go?"

Ron emitted what could only be described as a grunt. Clearing his throat, Ron repeated what he'd been trying to say. "What? Where are we going?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "You invited me to go ice skating …" Hermione said the last two words slowly, pronouncing them carefully and clearly as if trying to penetrate Ron's skull. "Oh yeah …" Ron replied shaking his head, bemused. 'How is she going to like you if you keep behaving like a prat!' Snapped a voice in Ron's head, sounding uncannily like his mother's voice. "Alright then… let's go." Ron grinned. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he knew he had to do something, Hermione had given him a chance and it was up to him to take it. Hermione's stomach flipped.

'He hasn't mentioned the poem. Has he found it? Yes, of course… it isn't on the carpet is it? Actually, did I leave it behind?' Hermione's heart thumped violently against her ribcage in panic. She shoved her hands into her pockets, when she felt nothing, she was sure that she'd left it behind, as was planned.

Ron walked over to the front door, and reached for the handle just as Hermione did so. His hand reached the handle and rested on top of Hermione's where it stayed. His head was screaming at him to move it while his heart argued back. He felt Hermione's soft skin under his own. Her hand had flickered with surprise when Ron had touched her but now lie still and Hermione was staring up at him with a mixture of love and longing in her eyes. Uncomprehendingly she licked her lips. Her hand turned over so their palms were touching. Ron made the next move, twisting his fingers around Hermione's and pulled it away from the door handle.

As they stared into each other's eyes, a loud crash was heard from above them followed by laughs from Fred and George. Hermione and Ron broke their gaze to glance up at the ceiling.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" Screamed Mrs. Weasley. Ron cringed. "Let's get outta here, shall we?" Whispered Hermione, almost hypnotically so that Ron had no choice but to nod his head in agreement. Hermione smiled up at him.

Squeezing his hand, she turned and opened the front door with her free hand. Ron followed, his heart beating with excitement and nerves.

They stepped outside and the full impact of the cold hit them, full force. Hermione began shivering uncontrollably but was determined not to let go of Ron's hand to put on her coat. Ron, feeling pity for Hermione, squeezed her hand before gently slipping his hand out of Hermione's grip and held up Hermione's coat so that she could slip her arms in and she did up the buttons. When she was done she dropped her hand to her side. Hermione's hopes dropped faster than a lead balloon, Ron didn't make many moves like that… that was their chance and she's missed it. She longed to cry and rescue the situation but before she could they glanced at each other and without saying anything; Ron slipped his hand back into place and used his middle finger to trace different patterns into Hermione's palm. Hermione's insides screamed with delight! He'd made a move… this was amazing!

The tickling was unbelievable. So simple, yet so seductive. She stared up into Ron's eyes and felt a heat rising up inside her, the origin remaining untraceable. Ron's blue eyes washed over her like the ocean, she was entranced, and there was so much love, so much passion how could she possibly look away? It was too much for Hermione. There was only one thing left to do.

Rising slowly onto her tiptoes, Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, realising what Hermione was doing he raised his arms up to rest on her waist. Their faces were so close now. Ron could feel Hermione's breath tickling his lips, he could count the freckles on her nose… but he would do that another time, he confidently promised himself. Hermione looked up at Ron's face, his uneven and nervous breathing tickled her skin, and she could smell his aftershave and diverted her eyes to his lips, which looked so soft and inviting. Before either of them could stop to control themselves, they lunged in toward each other.

Their lips brushed against each other's for a moment, before leaning in further. The kiss was firm yet soft. Their lips moved ever so slightly open to give better access for a more passionate and powerful kiss. The kiss went on for ages, there was so much love to give, so much passion to share, and they just wanted to be closer than ever before. There was so much sweetness to taste in each other's lips, so much mouth to explore, so much tongue to caress that it was extremely difficult for them to pull away.

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A/N: Ok! There we go! Only one more chapter to go I think, hope you liked it! OMG It's so strange to describe kissing, I'm sorry if it made you cringe lol. But there we go, nothing I can do now… Remember to check soon for the update! Love Samina xx