Disclaimer- Nope, I'm afraid these characters have no connection to me, only to the talented author that is...J.K Rowling!
Chapter One
It was a snowy day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and all the students were getting ready for a big snowball fight with friends. Everyone that is, except for Hermione Granger. In her opinion, snowball fighting was a waste of valuable studying time. All she wanted to do was sit by the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room with some hot chocolate and a good book, but Harry and Ron were determined to get her outside.
"Come on, Hermione, it'll be fun!" Harry said, begging in front of her.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Would they ever get the hint that she just wanted to be left in peace?
"N-O spells NO!" she sighed, returning her gaze to her book and slowly turning a page. "Why should I get wet while it's a freezing cold day? It's madness!"
"No, it's fun, which is something you don't seem to know," Ron replied, a hint of anger in his voice.
Hermione slammed her book and glared deeply at Ron.
"I do SO know what fun is, but I choose not to go and get cold for your satisfaction!" she snapped. "And if you want to argue with me, FINE, but let me tell you now, I WON'T GO OUTSIDE!"
The next thing Hermione knew she was outside near the Entrance Hall sitting next to Ginny. How on earth did she end up out here?
Hermione sighed as she pulled on her cotton gloves. Well, she was out here now so she might as well watch her two best friends make complete idiots of themselves.
"Sometimes I wonder if Ron really is sixteen," Hermione whispered to Ginny. "He acts like a real two-year-old half of the time."
Ginny smiled.
"Tell me something I don't know, I have to live with him," she replied, watching her brother get hit for the sixth time by Dean Thomas.
Hermione watched as Harry and Ron started an attack on Seamus and Dean. They had bewitched their snowballs to hit any target they mentioned and it seemed to working. As she sat there laughing, a strange thought entered her mind.
"He looks rather cute with snow over him," she thought.
Her eyes widened. Since when did she ever consider Ron to be CUTE? Hermione shook her head. The cold must be beginning to affect her head. Suddenly three hard snowballs hit her right at the back of her head. She turned round to see
Draco Malfoy standing at the steps to the Entrance Hall with a proud smirk on his lips.
"Look boys, I've made a Snow Mud-blood," he shouted.
Crabbe and Goyle gave loud guffaws at this comment, which made Draco's smile even wider.
Hermione winced at the word. Mud-blood. It was the worst insult that someone like Malfoy could give her. She gave a small sniff and stared the snow to hide the fact that tears were filling her eyes.
"LOOK, I'VE MADE A SNOW-GIT!" shouted a voice. Hermione looked up and recognised the voice to be that of Ron's, and it sounded furious.
Looking around, she saw Ron. His face was bright red and his eyes were narrowed. She saw that his wand was pointed directly at the place where Malfoy had been standing alone seconds before. Now there was only a heap of snow and a pair of blue eyes staring out of it. "And next time, I'll make sure it has ice in it to knock some bloody sense into your THICK HEAD!"
Hermione sighed. Look what had happened. Ron was going to be in so much trouble from both Professor McGonagall and Snape. If she had stayed inside reading, this never would have happened.
"Listen," she said, turning round to face Ginny. "Tell Ron thank you and that I'll meet him and Harry in the Common Room later."
Ginny looked at the older friend, concern shining in her Weasley eyes.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm fine, I just need a walk around the lake to clear my head, that's all," Hermione replied, forcing a smile and hoping she sounded like herself.
Slowly, keeping her eyes averted from Ron, she headed in the direction of the lake. She sighed. It looked beautiful in the winter. The ice gave it an almost perfect touch. Hermione loved to keep here when she felt either down or just needed to be alone, and that was exactly her reason for coming down to it this time. As much she was flattered that Ron had protected her, he always seems to get into trouble because of it.
"It's all my fault," she sniffed, wiping her tears angrily. "Maybe Malfoy is right, maybe I do deserve to stay in the Muggle World. Suddenly a gasp of icy wind blew around her. Hermione shivered. Great. Not only was she against herself, the wind didn't like her either.
"HERMIONE!" cried Ron's voice. She could hear him running up towards her and finally he stopped by her side, panting.
"Why...you...here...'Mione?" he gasped, holding a stitch in his side.
"Because I wanted to be," she muttered, keeping her gaze away from his. There was no reason why she could give an explanation when she herself could explain it. The wind once again blew around her and made her shiver more.
"You cold?" Ron frowned. Hermione nodded, rubbing her hands to get them warm. She watched as he took off his cloak, whispered
'Taranium Verarae' and gently draped of Hermione's shoulders.
"There, that any better?" he replied. Hermione nodded. She saw him shiver and decided to do the same to him. She took out her wand, pointed it at Ron and said 'Araius Flamare' and an orange glow surrounded Ron's body. He looked slightly nervous and a lot warmer.
"Araius Flamare?" he asked a nervous edge to his voice.
"Standard Book of Spells, Level Six, Chapter Four," Hermione replied with a smile. "It is a charm that travelling wizards and witches used to use to warm themselves up."
She felt that smile falter as she continued to gaze into Ron's blue eyes. She had never noticed how blue they seemed to be before; how they reflected any emotion he was feeling at that particular time. She felt herself move closer to him, and before her brain had registered what she was doing, Hermione got her tiptoes and kissed Ron softly on the lips. Her brain finally registered and she backed away in shock.
"Ron, I-I'm so sorry, I did..." she stuttered, hand to her mouth, but she stooped when she noticed the smile forming on Ron's face.
"You don't how long I've waited for that to happen," he said, and leant forward to kiss her back. This time, the kiss lasted longer. It was soft and gentle. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and forgot everything around her as she sunk into the kiss. Finally, it finished and they backed away.
"WOW!" Ron muttered with a grin. "That was just...WOW!"
Hermione nodded with the same smile. Then something entered her thoughts and the smile disappeared. Tears began in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry for getting you into trouble, Ron, I'm just an idiot when it comes to Malfoy, I just couldn't help crying," she said, voice thick with tears.
"What are talking about?" Ron frowned. "I didn't get into trouble, and you aren't an idiot, Malfoy is a prat for calling you that, I hit him because I was just so angry that he had hurt you."
Hermione sniffed as Ron hugged her tightly.
"Never think badly about yourself, 'Mione, you are the most amazing girl I have ever met and I don't ever want you to change, okay?"
She nodded, leaning against his chest. Ron picked her up and carried back to the Castle. Finally, Romeo had truly found his Juliet.
Chapter One
It was a snowy day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and all the students were getting ready for a big snowball fight with friends. Everyone that is, except for Hermione Granger. In her opinion, snowball fighting was a waste of valuable studying time. All she wanted to do was sit by the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room with some hot chocolate and a good book, but Harry and Ron were determined to get her outside.
"Come on, Hermione, it'll be fun!" Harry said, begging in front of her.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Would they ever get the hint that she just wanted to be left in peace?
"N-O spells NO!" she sighed, returning her gaze to her book and slowly turning a page. "Why should I get wet while it's a freezing cold day? It's madness!"
"No, it's fun, which is something you don't seem to know," Ron replied, a hint of anger in his voice.
Hermione slammed her book and glared deeply at Ron.
"I do SO know what fun is, but I choose not to go and get cold for your satisfaction!" she snapped. "And if you want to argue with me, FINE, but let me tell you now, I WON'T GO OUTSIDE!"
The next thing Hermione knew she was outside near the Entrance Hall sitting next to Ginny. How on earth did she end up out here?
Hermione sighed as she pulled on her cotton gloves. Well, she was out here now so she might as well watch her two best friends make complete idiots of themselves.
"Sometimes I wonder if Ron really is sixteen," Hermione whispered to Ginny. "He acts like a real two-year-old half of the time."
Ginny smiled.
"Tell me something I don't know, I have to live with him," she replied, watching her brother get hit for the sixth time by Dean Thomas.
Hermione watched as Harry and Ron started an attack on Seamus and Dean. They had bewitched their snowballs to hit any target they mentioned and it seemed to working. As she sat there laughing, a strange thought entered her mind.
"He looks rather cute with snow over him," she thought.
Her eyes widened. Since when did she ever consider Ron to be CUTE? Hermione shook her head. The cold must be beginning to affect her head. Suddenly three hard snowballs hit her right at the back of her head. She turned round to see
Draco Malfoy standing at the steps to the Entrance Hall with a proud smirk on his lips.
"Look boys, I've made a Snow Mud-blood," he shouted.
Crabbe and Goyle gave loud guffaws at this comment, which made Draco's smile even wider.
Hermione winced at the word. Mud-blood. It was the worst insult that someone like Malfoy could give her. She gave a small sniff and stared the snow to hide the fact that tears were filling her eyes.
"LOOK, I'VE MADE A SNOW-GIT!" shouted a voice. Hermione looked up and recognised the voice to be that of Ron's, and it sounded furious.
Looking around, she saw Ron. His face was bright red and his eyes were narrowed. She saw that his wand was pointed directly at the place where Malfoy had been standing alone seconds before. Now there was only a heap of snow and a pair of blue eyes staring out of it. "And next time, I'll make sure it has ice in it to knock some bloody sense into your THICK HEAD!"
Hermione sighed. Look what had happened. Ron was going to be in so much trouble from both Professor McGonagall and Snape. If she had stayed inside reading, this never would have happened.
"Listen," she said, turning round to face Ginny. "Tell Ron thank you and that I'll meet him and Harry in the Common Room later."
Ginny looked at the older friend, concern shining in her Weasley eyes.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm fine, I just need a walk around the lake to clear my head, that's all," Hermione replied, forcing a smile and hoping she sounded like herself.
Slowly, keeping her eyes averted from Ron, she headed in the direction of the lake. She sighed. It looked beautiful in the winter. The ice gave it an almost perfect touch. Hermione loved to keep here when she felt either down or just needed to be alone, and that was exactly her reason for coming down to it this time. As much she was flattered that Ron had protected her, he always seems to get into trouble because of it.
"It's all my fault," she sniffed, wiping her tears angrily. "Maybe Malfoy is right, maybe I do deserve to stay in the Muggle World. Suddenly a gasp of icy wind blew around her. Hermione shivered. Great. Not only was she against herself, the wind didn't like her either.
"HERMIONE!" cried Ron's voice. She could hear him running up towards her and finally he stopped by her side, panting.
"Why...you...here...'Mione?" he gasped, holding a stitch in his side.
"Because I wanted to be," she muttered, keeping her gaze away from his. There was no reason why she could give an explanation when she herself could explain it. The wind once again blew around her and made her shiver more.
"You cold?" Ron frowned. Hermione nodded, rubbing her hands to get them warm. She watched as he took off his cloak, whispered
'Taranium Verarae' and gently draped of Hermione's shoulders.
"There, that any better?" he replied. Hermione nodded. She saw him shiver and decided to do the same to him. She took out her wand, pointed it at Ron and said 'Araius Flamare' and an orange glow surrounded Ron's body. He looked slightly nervous and a lot warmer.
"Araius Flamare?" he asked a nervous edge to his voice.
"Standard Book of Spells, Level Six, Chapter Four," Hermione replied with a smile. "It is a charm that travelling wizards and witches used to use to warm themselves up."
She felt that smile falter as she continued to gaze into Ron's blue eyes. She had never noticed how blue they seemed to be before; how they reflected any emotion he was feeling at that particular time. She felt herself move closer to him, and before her brain had registered what she was doing, Hermione got her tiptoes and kissed Ron softly on the lips. Her brain finally registered and she backed away in shock.
"Ron, I-I'm so sorry, I did..." she stuttered, hand to her mouth, but she stooped when she noticed the smile forming on Ron's face.
"You don't how long I've waited for that to happen," he said, and leant forward to kiss her back. This time, the kiss lasted longer. It was soft and gentle. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and forgot everything around her as she sunk into the kiss. Finally, it finished and they backed away.
"WOW!" Ron muttered with a grin. "That was just...WOW!"
Hermione nodded with the same smile. Then something entered her thoughts and the smile disappeared. Tears began in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry for getting you into trouble, Ron, I'm just an idiot when it comes to Malfoy, I just couldn't help crying," she said, voice thick with tears.
"What are talking about?" Ron frowned. "I didn't get into trouble, and you aren't an idiot, Malfoy is a prat for calling you that, I hit him because I was just so angry that he had hurt you."
Hermione sniffed as Ron hugged her tightly.
"Never think badly about yourself, 'Mione, you are the most amazing girl I have ever met and I don't ever want you to change, okay?"
She nodded, leaning against his chest. Ron picked her up and carried back to the Castle. Finally, Romeo had truly found his Juliet.