A/N: Hey guys, I won this filmmaking contest I get to make this short film with professional equipment, and I'm only 14. Woohoo! Okay, so enough bragging. I'm going to work on clarifying the speaker tags. Thanks for reviewing, ENJOY and REVIEW!

Chapter 4: That Crazy Disappearing Wand

"Thank god you're here, Angelina is flipping out. If you hadn't arrived soon …..well, I'm afraid of what she would've done."

"So I'm guessing she's nervous." Ginny gave her brother an exasperated look and walked towards the locker room, Harry and Ron followed.

Ok, I need to get Hermione off my brain or else I won't be able to think straight while playing ……think of something else….something boring…..mud…… mud, mud, mud, mud, mud pie, pie, mince pie. Hermione likes mince pie. Damn, I only lasted 4 seconds.

I've only realized I like her for two days now and already I can't get her off my mind. Why couldn't this have happened after the big game? Mud, mud, mud, mud, mud, mud, mud, mud, mud, mudblood, Draco called Hermione a mudblood. God he hated Draco…..Oh DAMN IT. Well that was 6 seconds, at least I'm improving. Mud, mud, mud….

Hermione and Lavender walked into the stadiums and chose two seats in the front row. Lavender, although she had a boy-crazy demeanor, was also an aid sports fan; she wanted to see all the action.

Hermione turned her head upwards and looked into the sky. It was beautiful, bright blue and completely cloudless. She distinctly thought she heard birds chirping a ways off. "Well good, at least it's nice weather for quiditich."

"Who is he Hermione?"

"What." Suddenly her heart was pounding about two times quicker than the recommended speed and she felt nauseous.

"Him, the guy you like. Who is it?" Lavender's eyes seemed to glow with a ravenous look. Lavender knew Hermione had never been truly infatuated, even when she was with Krum, and so it had surprised her when she had seen her ask Pavarti for makeup tips, something she would do only for a guy. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"No I can't. I don't even know if he likes me." Typical Hermione. She was going to wait for the guy to make a move. But if she did wait, he would be asking her out in a graveyard, post-mortem.

"Well then find out, ask him. What's the worst thing he can do, say no?"

"Actually, no, the worst thing he could do is stop talking to me."

"OMG! Its Harry isn't it, and you don't want to tell him because if he didn't like you it would ruin our friendship, and-"

"You're completely batty. I do not like Harry!"

"Oh….. well, still, whoever he is, if you like him that much, you need to take a chance. I mean, are you going to spend the rest of your life pining, or are you going to do something about it." For once Lavender was making sense. And Hermione wasn't going to wait; she couldn't stand the feeling any longer. She was going to tell Ron right now. With that, she walked out of the stadiums leaving Lavender slightly confused, slightly surprised.

"Okay guys, obviously this is a big game; probably the biggest of our life. We have a chance…." Ron tuned her out, he had already heard this speech twice, his 5th and 6th year, and he doubted this one would be any different. He actually thought of casting a calming spell on Angelina and had reached into his robes only to find his wand missing from its usual place. He looked around the room and when his search turned to no avail he decided he would sneak away to retrace his steps; his mom would not be happy with a second broken wand.

Wow I haven't thought of Hermione for 5 minutes……confarnit! I just thought of her in thinking about not having thought of her. Or was I just thought of her while not….. Arrg! This is getting confusing.

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­She was going to do it…..she was going to do it…Although she had left the stadiums completely confident she was now a little more than nervous. Wasn't she being a bit hasty? Shouldn't she be thinking this through a little bit more? Was that Ron's wand?

She saw a piece of wood a few feet in front of her directly outside of the Gryffindor locker rooms. She had known it was Ron's from the numerous scratches and dents that graced its surface. He never takes care of anything.

Ron saw it. It was just outside the door. He started walking away slowly but when he saw Angelina was turned away from him he broke into a brisk walk. Just about 11 more feet….

This was it, no turning back now, she was going to do. But just in case I change my mind I better do it as fast as possible, so she ran.

Only a few more feet, he was going to be fine, he wasn't going to be caught.

Now no one could call her- "Ow!" Someone had run into her and was currently laying right on top of her. She exhaled slightly when she realized she was fine.

Aw crap that hurt……… but at least the landing was soft. He wondered why. His eyes opened and he was greeted by his human cushion, Hermione.

God, I can't see who is laying on me through all of this red hair………...wait... red……...hair……. "Ron, is that you?"

"Hermione?" He asked in disbelief because he couldn't see how this at all was going to help him make Hermione fall in love with him; he desperately wanted to believe this was Hermione's evil twin, not his Hermione. He turned his head so that he was facing her, staring straight into her eyes. She was staring back. Her eyes were so beautiful. But not as pretty as her lips which his eyes were now staring at. He found it hard to take his eyes away, …….not that he wanted to.

Hermione was also attracted to Ron's mouth, and his hair which kept slowly brushing over her face. She loved how it felt. She wondered if kissing him would feel anything like that. She decided that it would feel even better. It took all the will power she had not to kiss him; his lips where so close and so gorgeous.

Ron on the other hand, didn't have as much will power, and slowly he started to lean forward towards her lips.

Hermione hadn't noticed it at first because Ron was moving so slow, but eventually she realized that Ron was getting noticeably closer to her face. Why was he getting closer? Did he think I wasn't breathing? Was he going to give me CPR? Is he going to kiss me? The last question seemed right and she decided that whatever happened she was going to kiss him. Subconsciously she leant her head back slightly.

His hand reached forward and rest to fit the curvature of her face. He stopped just before her lips and closed his eyes.

She leant forward and became somewhat surprised when she caught his lips. Her whole face started tingling and quickly the tingling went throughout his body. It was just how she imagined.

After a few seconds Ron pulled away, his head slightly dizzy with pleasure. It was better than he had imagined. He leant back in and was relieved to find Hermione smiling. There lips touched and Ron started to experiment by deepening their kiss.

Hermione wasn't sure she would know what to do, but the second his lips touched hers again she didn't care, and quickly let herself fall into a coma of pleasure.

"Ahem. I see I'm interrupting something, how lucky. Can't say I'm surprised." Ron quickly got off Hermione and held out a hand to help her up. "Oh aren't we the gentleman. Well, I don't want to spend any more time around you than I have to, goodbye." He smirked and walked off, leaving a pretty pissed off Hermione and Ron. It took them a few seconds to realize what just happened, and in synchronization they turned their heads to each other.

"So….." Hermione was pretty sure Ron liked her, after what happened. But who knows, it could just be a guy thing. Some guys will kiss anything that walks. But not Ron, Ron is different; he's sweet. If only he'd do something like-

"Will you go out with me Hermione?" Ron was nervous as hell to ask her, but with the way kissing her felt, he couldn't see just being friends as being an option. "Like on a date." She had to say yes, didn't she?

"Ron get your ass in here. I can't believe this; here I am making a heartfelt speech and all you can do is…" Angelina's voice rang loudly in his ears. She had caught him. I should probably go back inside before Angelina whips out her wand and stuns me. But he didn't move; he had to hear Hermione's answer. Angelina kept yelling, and Hermione stood, motionless; expressionless. Slowly, against his will, he turned around and started to walk away. I'm such an idiot.

He's walking away. God snap out of it. SNAP OUT OF IT! "Yes!" She half-yelled it, but she still wasn't sure he had heard him, at least not until he turned around. He had the biggest smile plastered on his face. He was so adorable.

She leant over and kissed him before quickly running back to the stands with Ron's smile on her face. She arrived back to her seat and gave Lavender a knowing glance. The game was about to start.

A/N: Still gonna work on speaker tags. Hope you liked it. REVIEW!