Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed this story, good or bad.
You really made this chapter possible. Thanks to J.K. Rowling, too,
because she let me put her darling, beautiful, and over-all perfect
characters into awkward situations!
Disclaimer: I am not tall, blonde, or rich in anyway, shape, or form. Thank you for understanding that I can not possibly own Harry.
Author's Note (which may contain spoilers about this story): It takes two to tango, right? Well, it also takes two people to break up, too! Ron's not the only one who got a letter.
Chapter 9: Awkward? YES
"Dear Lori, I don't think we should be together anymore." Lori read aloud in her room. She trailed off after the first sentence. (You'll have to excuse her, she's blonde. It might take her awhile.)
Lori's brain turned on (finally!). It had been a week since they broke up, why was Ron sending her a letter? The day was postmarked for the day after they broke up. She would have to go talk to Ron.
"I refuse to go out."
"Hermione, we're leaving for Hogwarts soon! You're going to have to face him sometime," Ginny cried exasperatedly to the very red-faced brunette on her bed. Hermione's arms were crossed and she had a very stubborn look in her eyes. Ginny began to think that maybe she was fighting a losing battle.
"I never have to see anyone again. I'll ask to have my schedule changed and I'll sleep in a guest room. I'll sleep on the floor outside Professor Snape's office if I have to." Hermione held her chin high and looked straight into Ginny's eyes; Ginny couldn't believe that she was serious about this.
"Hermione, Harry and Ron are you're best friends! You're just going to forget them?" asked Ginny, starting to get very aggravated with this conversation.
"I'll find new friends."
"If that's what you want!" Ginny said, throwing her hands up in defeat; she just couldn't win.
Downstairs, a knock on the door was heard. Ginny decided that this was the diversion she needed and hurried out of the room for the door. Harry also decided to go get the door as Ron was getting dressed. Hermione stayed upstairs with her own thoughts.
As Harry rounded the corner in the hall to the door, Ginny was staring at the visitor in the doorway with shock and horror. When Harry saw the guest, too, his face became an exact copy of hers.
Lorie was standing on the front stair, her mouth set grimly.
Ron decided to see who was at the door. He closed his closet and slipped out of the door. As he jumped down the stairs to the landing, he saw a door open in front of him. He barely had time to stop himself before a very bushy head and red face stepped in front of him. He and Hermione stared at one another for about fifteen seconds before either of them could take in what was going on.
"Ron I-" began Hermione, but was cut off quickly.
Ron had decided that he didn't want to hear anything that she had to say before he had a chance to do something. He knew that Hermione was going to say that the 'kiss' last night was a mistake, a way to keep him quiet for a little while. He didn't think that he could stand the heartbreak right now, before he got a chance to fit in a little kiss of his own.
However, 'little' might be a bit of an understatement. At first their lips barely brushed, but finally Ron put a little more pressure until both Hermione's and Ron's nerves around her lips were on fire and numb at the same time. Ron deepened the kiss ever so slightly. He felt very comfortable kissing Hermione, yet extremely nervous at the same time. He suddenly felt very aware of his body and what he and Hermione were doing.
Hermione moved one hand to his jaw bone to pull it forward and the other around his neck to support herself. Ron put one hand firmly on her waist and the other on her shoulder, twisting a lock of hair around his finger.
'It feels so silky,' he mused to himself, 'I wonder what kind of shampoo she uses.'
As Ron's mouth continued his gentle assault on hers, Hermione thought about how soft his lips and how kissing was not as slobbery as she once thought. Harry once described kissing as 'wet' but she thought that Ron's mouth felt pleasantly moist and smooth. His lips were not chapped and seemed like a slightly moist, warm sponge.
Ron began to wonder why he had never kissed Hermione before. While kissing Lorie, he always thought that he was just a dummy that she used to practice kissing between boyfriends. 'That's probably what I was to her,' he thought to himself. The kiss bought him some time, but he would have to face Hermione about his feelings sooner or later, and he knew it.
Suddenly, both kissers heard a small cough behind them. They turned to see Harry and Ginny, both looking sheepish and embarrassed on either side of a very confused and very irritated looking Lorie.
Author's Note 3: Its probably the shortest chapter I've written, but it felt long enough to me. I decided that I wanted to leave you begging for more. It might take me awhile to write the next chapter, but if I get ten reviews on this chapter, I'll hurry.
Disclaimer: I am not tall, blonde, or rich in anyway, shape, or form. Thank you for understanding that I can not possibly own Harry.
Author's Note (which may contain spoilers about this story): It takes two to tango, right? Well, it also takes two people to break up, too! Ron's not the only one who got a letter.
Chapter 9: Awkward? YES
"Dear Lori, I don't think we should be together anymore." Lori read aloud in her room. She trailed off after the first sentence. (You'll have to excuse her, she's blonde. It might take her awhile.)
Lori's brain turned on (finally!). It had been a week since they broke up, why was Ron sending her a letter? The day was postmarked for the day after they broke up. She would have to go talk to Ron.
"I refuse to go out."
"Hermione, we're leaving for Hogwarts soon! You're going to have to face him sometime," Ginny cried exasperatedly to the very red-faced brunette on her bed. Hermione's arms were crossed and she had a very stubborn look in her eyes. Ginny began to think that maybe she was fighting a losing battle.
"I never have to see anyone again. I'll ask to have my schedule changed and I'll sleep in a guest room. I'll sleep on the floor outside Professor Snape's office if I have to." Hermione held her chin high and looked straight into Ginny's eyes; Ginny couldn't believe that she was serious about this.
"Hermione, Harry and Ron are you're best friends! You're just going to forget them?" asked Ginny, starting to get very aggravated with this conversation.
"I'll find new friends."
"If that's what you want!" Ginny said, throwing her hands up in defeat; she just couldn't win.
Downstairs, a knock on the door was heard. Ginny decided that this was the diversion she needed and hurried out of the room for the door. Harry also decided to go get the door as Ron was getting dressed. Hermione stayed upstairs with her own thoughts.
As Harry rounded the corner in the hall to the door, Ginny was staring at the visitor in the doorway with shock and horror. When Harry saw the guest, too, his face became an exact copy of hers.
Lorie was standing on the front stair, her mouth set grimly.
Ron decided to see who was at the door. He closed his closet and slipped out of the door. As he jumped down the stairs to the landing, he saw a door open in front of him. He barely had time to stop himself before a very bushy head and red face stepped in front of him. He and Hermione stared at one another for about fifteen seconds before either of them could take in what was going on.
"Ron I-" began Hermione, but was cut off quickly.
Ron had decided that he didn't want to hear anything that she had to say before he had a chance to do something. He knew that Hermione was going to say that the 'kiss' last night was a mistake, a way to keep him quiet for a little while. He didn't think that he could stand the heartbreak right now, before he got a chance to fit in a little kiss of his own.
However, 'little' might be a bit of an understatement. At first their lips barely brushed, but finally Ron put a little more pressure until both Hermione's and Ron's nerves around her lips were on fire and numb at the same time. Ron deepened the kiss ever so slightly. He felt very comfortable kissing Hermione, yet extremely nervous at the same time. He suddenly felt very aware of his body and what he and Hermione were doing.
Hermione moved one hand to his jaw bone to pull it forward and the other around his neck to support herself. Ron put one hand firmly on her waist and the other on her shoulder, twisting a lock of hair around his finger.
'It feels so silky,' he mused to himself, 'I wonder what kind of shampoo she uses.'
As Ron's mouth continued his gentle assault on hers, Hermione thought about how soft his lips and how kissing was not as slobbery as she once thought. Harry once described kissing as 'wet' but she thought that Ron's mouth felt pleasantly moist and smooth. His lips were not chapped and seemed like a slightly moist, warm sponge.
Ron began to wonder why he had never kissed Hermione before. While kissing Lorie, he always thought that he was just a dummy that she used to practice kissing between boyfriends. 'That's probably what I was to her,' he thought to himself. The kiss bought him some time, but he would have to face Hermione about his feelings sooner or later, and he knew it.
Suddenly, both kissers heard a small cough behind them. They turned to see Harry and Ginny, both looking sheepish and embarrassed on either side of a very confused and very irritated looking Lorie.
Author's Note 3: Its probably the shortest chapter I've written, but it felt long enough to me. I decided that I wanted to leave you begging for more. It might take me awhile to write the next chapter, but if I get ten reviews on this chapter, I'll hurry.