1Disclaimer: For those who know me, I envy Jo Rowling. Do I have anywhere near her writing talent, obviously not, because I post my ideas here, not in a 600 plus page book. So anyway, everything here belongs to Jo. The idea, however, is mine (mwah haha)
So here goes nothing...
Long Last Together Chp. 4 Closets, Portraits, and Kisses
Before Ron realized what he was doing, he was already half way to the front doors of the school. He was actually still in shock as to why he had told Hermione about his true feelings to her, but was very anxious as to what she would have done, if in fact he had stayed put. But Ron being the person that he was, was too insecure to wait and see. He just had to go and tell Harry what he had said to her. Even if Harry was right about Hermione liking him, he just couldn't wait around and watch her dawdle.
Ron had finally reached the front doors and frantically retched them open. He didn't even stop to turn around and see where Hermione was, and what she was doing. He had to tell Harry. He just had to.
He ran down the first floor corridor to the great hall, but as he passed a supply closet of Mr. Filch's, he heard giggling. He turned around, almost out of breath, not knowing what he was to face, pulled on the door handle and swung it open. There stood his sister, her shirt undone, and Harry, minus a shirt at all, just pulling away from each other' faces. Ron couldn't take it. Instead of yelling at them, he just shut the door and ran all the way up to the seventh floor corridor, where the Fat Lady was located.
"Ahh, and what do we have here? You look a little frazzled yourself, Mister!" The Fat Lady stammered, before adding "password, please?"
"Oh, shut up won't you?" Ron was overly pissed. He had just lost Hermione, found his sister and his best mate in a closet half naked, and now had a portrait telling him how he looked. "Oh, Fizzing Whizbees." The Fat Lady swung open, and Ron climbed in, as sweaty and swearing as ever, only to find Hermione sitting on the couch, crying.
"Oh god, what have I done?" Ron mumbled to himself. Hermione looked up, obviously sensing that there was another human being watching her. .
"Oh Ron..."she started, but he cut her off, she then looked down at her shoes..
"'Mione, how did you get up here so quickly?" He was perplexed, since he had come straight up to the common room after confronting Harry and Ginny in the closet.
"Oh, well I...I sneaked past you when you had your head stuck in that silly old supply closet...What were you looking in there anyway?" Hermione had finally looked up at him, he could see her eyes were blotchy and her beautiful brown eyes almost glistening from her new fallen tears.
"Harry and Ginny." Hermione could barely make out the two words since Ron had recently taken a liking to mumbling his responses.
"Harry and Ginny...WHAT?" Hermione was stunned to complexity.
"Harry...Ginny...closet...no shirts..." Ron now chose to talk in fragments.
"Harry...Ginny...closet...no shirts..." Hermione repeated. "Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry you had to see that." She had finally just realized why Ron was so quiet, perplexed, and white of all things.
"Yeah, lucky me. My day has just been peachy, wouldn't you say?" Ron was now just acting cocky, one thing that Hermione didn't like, but decided to lighten the mood by playing it cool.
"I am so sorry, Ron. I just was shocked to hear what you said." Hermione had now gotten off the couch and walked over to him. She put her hand on her arm and looked straight into his brown eyes. "It's just that we have been friends for so long, and now out of the blue, you tell me that you love me?" She paused. "Because I was hoping you would say that." Hermione laced her fingers around Ron's neck and pulled his head down to hers and said, "I love you, too, Ron," before standing on her tip-toes and kissing him. Passionately.