Disclaimer: I know the last chapter was very short, and I'll try to make
up for it in this chapter, but I have to leave you wanting more (this is
why authors have cliff-hangers). Oh yeah, I don't own Harry either (or any
of his little friends).
Chapter 14: It's Not THE Kiss, But It's A Kiss
"And why can't you just accept that I'm not your slave? I wasn't put on this earth to do your bidding, Miss Know-it-all! If you could just-"
Ron was suddenly cut off from his loud tirade by a pair of crushing lips; they were Hermione's.
Ginny turned to Harry, and handed him a vial. "As soon as Hermione breaks the, um, kiss, pour this into his mouth."
"What is it?" asked Harry, still very shocked at what Hermione had just done.
"Sleeping potion," said Ginny. "I think I hear footsteps on the stairs. We need to hurry. You put Ron in the bed, say he stubbed his foot and was yelling at the bed. Hermione and I will hide under the bed."
"Wait, why do you have a sleeping potion?"
"Not now! We have to hurry!"
Harry could hear footsteps three floors below him.
Hermione knew what she had to do, and did it. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, grabbed Ron's face, and pulled it down to hers. He was much taller than her, and she had to stand on her toes to reach his lips, but their lips met and the world dissolved after that.
"I'll make it quick, just to stop him from shouting," she thought to herself.
However, ten seconds had already gone by, and neither Hermione had pulled back. There was no tongue involved, but the kiss was intimate in its own way. After getting over the shock, Ron actually started to respond. He was actually kissing her back!
Hermione pulled away slowly, and looked into Ron's face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open. Hermione smiled slightly.
"Now!" hissed a voice behind her.
Suddenly, Harry pulled Ron away from Hermione and poured something down his throat.
"What the-" spluttered Ron, before his eyelids closed and he slumped to the ground lazily.
"Come on," murmured Ginny to Hermione, pulling her under Ron's bed.
Harry pulled Ron to the bed with difficulty, but his Quidditch muscles helped him greatly. He jumped onto his own bed and dragged the covers over his head just as the footsteps in the hall stopped and the doorknob was turned.
Molly Weasley stepped into the room. "What was going on in here? I heard yelling." She looked worried and sleepy, as well as slightly cross.
"Oh, Ron hit his foot on the bed and was, er, yelling at the bed. He went to sleep pretty fast, though," Harry said nervously.
"Oh, is that all? I thought someone was trying to kill him," she gave a dry chuckle, but Harry saw the fear in her eyes; Harry knew that Mrs. Weasley's biggest fear was that her family would be killed. "I'd better let you get some sleep, Harry. Goodnight."
As the door closed behind Mrs. Weasley, Harry sighed and sagged onto the bed. Ginny, who had her hand clamped over Hermione's mouth, crawled out from under the bed.
"That was extremely close," said Ginny, still sounding disbelieving. Harry had to admit, if anyone had told him that something like this would ever happen, he would have laughed in his face.
Hermione made a sound in the back of her throat; Ginny had not taken her hand off of her mouth.
"Oh, sorry, Hermione," said Ginny, removing her hand from Hermione's face quickly. Hermione glared at her.
"What did you give Ron?" she asked Harry.
"Dreamless sleep potion. Ginny, you never told me how you got it."
"Well, Mum always had it in case one of us had nightmares," Ginny said evasively.
"Why did you have a bottle in your pocket?" said Harry, narrowing his eyes.
Suddenly they heard a thump. The events of the night had finally caught up with Hermione and she had fainted. Ginny was glad for the distraction, but Harry wasn't going to give up easily. He lifted Hermione up effortlessly and laid her on his bed, and turned back to Ginny, a searching look on his face.
"Answer my question," he said with force, but he sounded worried and gentle at the same time.
"Well," began Ginny, "it's kind of hard to explain."
"It's okay, just tell me," said Harry, stepping closer.
"It started during the summer before my second year."
"The year after the. stuff that happened."
"Yeah. I had nightmares every night and woke up screaming and sweating. Finally, I had decided just not to sleep. Mum wouldn't, or couldn't, let me go sleepless for the rest of my life, so she got me sleep potions. I guess I've grown sort of dependant on them. I can't get a good night's sleep without them, though heaven knows I've tried." By this point, Ginny had tears streaming down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away hurriedly, but Harry saw them. He wrapped her up in his arms, though rather awkwardly.
"You must think I'm some sort of prissy girl," said Ginny, her voice breaking.
"No," Harry said quietly, "I don't think I've seen anyone less like a prissy girl." And he sat there with Ginny, just letting her cry into his pajamas for what seemed like an eternity, yet a short second at the same time.
Hermione woke up in her bed next to Ginny's; Harry had obviously carried her downstairs.
As she remembered the events of the night before, she grew excited, nervous, and dreadful all at the same time. She groaned and leaned back into her pillow. Maybe a few more hours sleep would make her fell better.
Ron woke up slowly, as the potion lost its effect. Harry was snoring softly in the bed near-by, and he wished groggily that he could join Harry in the land of Nod again. He didn't think he could face the word today, much less Hermione, after. that *thing* had happened.
However that little voice in the back of his mind was bugging him again.
"She kissed you, you know. She kissed *you*, and you kissed her back."
"Just shut-up," he growled, and didn't realize that he had said it out loud until he heard Harry say blearily, "What?"
"Oh, sorry, mate, did I wake you up?" Ron said, rubbing the soreness out of his neck.
"So I'm your 'mate' again?" Harry said, his eyebrow raised.
"You were always my mate," said Ron good-naturedly, punching Harry lightly on the arm.
"You're in a very good mood this morning, Ron," said Harry, his eyebrows still raised. "Could it be, perhaps, that you received your first kiss last night?"
Ron punched Harry in the arm again, this time with a little more force behind it. Harry rubbed his arm. "Watch it!" he said, grinning broadly.
Ron smiled back.
(Author's Note: So, Ron and Harry are friends again and Ron and Hermione sort-of kissed, but this story isn't over yet!)
Chapter 14: It's Not THE Kiss, But It's A Kiss
"And why can't you just accept that I'm not your slave? I wasn't put on this earth to do your bidding, Miss Know-it-all! If you could just-"
Ron was suddenly cut off from his loud tirade by a pair of crushing lips; they were Hermione's.
Ginny turned to Harry, and handed him a vial. "As soon as Hermione breaks the, um, kiss, pour this into his mouth."
"What is it?" asked Harry, still very shocked at what Hermione had just done.
"Sleeping potion," said Ginny. "I think I hear footsteps on the stairs. We need to hurry. You put Ron in the bed, say he stubbed his foot and was yelling at the bed. Hermione and I will hide under the bed."
"Wait, why do you have a sleeping potion?"
"Not now! We have to hurry!"
Harry could hear footsteps three floors below him.
Hermione knew what she had to do, and did it. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, grabbed Ron's face, and pulled it down to hers. He was much taller than her, and she had to stand on her toes to reach his lips, but their lips met and the world dissolved after that.
"I'll make it quick, just to stop him from shouting," she thought to herself.
However, ten seconds had already gone by, and neither Hermione had pulled back. There was no tongue involved, but the kiss was intimate in its own way. After getting over the shock, Ron actually started to respond. He was actually kissing her back!
Hermione pulled away slowly, and looked into Ron's face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open. Hermione smiled slightly.
"Now!" hissed a voice behind her.
Suddenly, Harry pulled Ron away from Hermione and poured something down his throat.
"What the-" spluttered Ron, before his eyelids closed and he slumped to the ground lazily.
"Come on," murmured Ginny to Hermione, pulling her under Ron's bed.
Harry pulled Ron to the bed with difficulty, but his Quidditch muscles helped him greatly. He jumped onto his own bed and dragged the covers over his head just as the footsteps in the hall stopped and the doorknob was turned.
Molly Weasley stepped into the room. "What was going on in here? I heard yelling." She looked worried and sleepy, as well as slightly cross.
"Oh, Ron hit his foot on the bed and was, er, yelling at the bed. He went to sleep pretty fast, though," Harry said nervously.
"Oh, is that all? I thought someone was trying to kill him," she gave a dry chuckle, but Harry saw the fear in her eyes; Harry knew that Mrs. Weasley's biggest fear was that her family would be killed. "I'd better let you get some sleep, Harry. Goodnight."
As the door closed behind Mrs. Weasley, Harry sighed and sagged onto the bed. Ginny, who had her hand clamped over Hermione's mouth, crawled out from under the bed.
"That was extremely close," said Ginny, still sounding disbelieving. Harry had to admit, if anyone had told him that something like this would ever happen, he would have laughed in his face.
Hermione made a sound in the back of her throat; Ginny had not taken her hand off of her mouth.
"Oh, sorry, Hermione," said Ginny, removing her hand from Hermione's face quickly. Hermione glared at her.
"What did you give Ron?" she asked Harry.
"Dreamless sleep potion. Ginny, you never told me how you got it."
"Well, Mum always had it in case one of us had nightmares," Ginny said evasively.
"Why did you have a bottle in your pocket?" said Harry, narrowing his eyes.
Suddenly they heard a thump. The events of the night had finally caught up with Hermione and she had fainted. Ginny was glad for the distraction, but Harry wasn't going to give up easily. He lifted Hermione up effortlessly and laid her on his bed, and turned back to Ginny, a searching look on his face.
"Answer my question," he said with force, but he sounded worried and gentle at the same time.
"Well," began Ginny, "it's kind of hard to explain."
"It's okay, just tell me," said Harry, stepping closer.
"It started during the summer before my second year."
"The year after the. stuff that happened."
"Yeah. I had nightmares every night and woke up screaming and sweating. Finally, I had decided just not to sleep. Mum wouldn't, or couldn't, let me go sleepless for the rest of my life, so she got me sleep potions. I guess I've grown sort of dependant on them. I can't get a good night's sleep without them, though heaven knows I've tried." By this point, Ginny had tears streaming down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away hurriedly, but Harry saw them. He wrapped her up in his arms, though rather awkwardly.
"You must think I'm some sort of prissy girl," said Ginny, her voice breaking.
"No," Harry said quietly, "I don't think I've seen anyone less like a prissy girl." And he sat there with Ginny, just letting her cry into his pajamas for what seemed like an eternity, yet a short second at the same time.
Hermione woke up in her bed next to Ginny's; Harry had obviously carried her downstairs.
As she remembered the events of the night before, she grew excited, nervous, and dreadful all at the same time. She groaned and leaned back into her pillow. Maybe a few more hours sleep would make her fell better.
Ron woke up slowly, as the potion lost its effect. Harry was snoring softly in the bed near-by, and he wished groggily that he could join Harry in the land of Nod again. He didn't think he could face the word today, much less Hermione, after. that *thing* had happened.
However that little voice in the back of his mind was bugging him again.
"She kissed you, you know. She kissed *you*, and you kissed her back."
"Just shut-up," he growled, and didn't realize that he had said it out loud until he heard Harry say blearily, "What?"
"Oh, sorry, mate, did I wake you up?" Ron said, rubbing the soreness out of his neck.
"So I'm your 'mate' again?" Harry said, his eyebrow raised.
"You were always my mate," said Ron good-naturedly, punching Harry lightly on the arm.
"You're in a very good mood this morning, Ron," said Harry, his eyebrows still raised. "Could it be, perhaps, that you received your first kiss last night?"
Ron punched Harry in the arm again, this time with a little more force behind it. Harry rubbed his arm. "Watch it!" he said, grinning broadly.
Ron smiled back.
(Author's Note: So, Ron and Harry are friends again and Ron and Hermione sort-of kissed, but this story isn't over yet!)