Hola, friends! I know it's been quite a while, and I do apologize profusely. I know I haven't heard from many of you for quite some time, but I understand completely that teachers' journals aren't everyone's cup of tea. Hopefully this will be, though- a collection of eight or so amusing, witty, fluffy Ron/Hermione one-shots, the story I was debating about writing after finishing Looks Can Be Deceiving, but concluded that I was too sick and tired of reading romances to do it justice at that time. Well, I still continue to obssess over those fluffy Ron-and-Hermione-share-their-first-kiss fics and read them way too much, but now I feel ready to take on this project! This comes partly from the fact that while reading almost every Ron and Hermione fic on this site, I've noticed that there most certainly are some ideas and plotlines that I'd love to see in a fic, but I never actually do. So, I figure if there's something that I want done, it's best to do it myself to make sure it is done :-)
Each chapter of this fiction will be a different one-shot. Some of the one-shots will use the fairly original ideas that I've conjured, and others will be my version of the more "cliche" ones,withmy special trademark twist, of course. Some will be in third person POV, others in Ron's POV, others in Hermione's POV, and even one or two in Harry's POV. They will all be fairly amusing, chock full of uber-fluff, and, as my typical writing style, slightly parody-ic (i.e., some OOC-ness as in my other fics). There will be awkward situations, blushing faces, clammy hands, amusing conversations, timid first kisses and not-so-timid first kisses. Some one-shots will be fairly short, some longer. All will be a very mild T rating- those of you who are familiar with my writing know I don't write smut/sex and I feel very strongly about the characters NOT having sex before marriage or doing anything close to shagging. So there will be no insinuations of anything more than just a little kissing. I will notgo into great detail about the kissing, because, seeing as I have yet to receive my first kiss,I'm clueless in that area, and I also don't feel super-comfortable going on and onabout it.While there will be a bit of mild innuendo, as usual,be rest assured that these stories will be appropriate. I promise.
Redheaded Love will be updated on a slightly irregular basis, due to the fact that I have another fic that I have responsibility to (I plan on ending it rather soon, though) and the fact that sophomore year in high school and all the extracurricular activities I'm currently invovled in takes up a lot, lot, lot of time, especially since I just started pit orchestra for my school's spring musical, which has an absolutely beastly schedule. So please be understanding and patient and stick with this fiction! I hope to have a new chapter out at least twice a month, but I can't make any promises. My LiveJournal account (the link is on my profile page)is an excellent place to visit, for I shall post there fairly frequently regarding update dates. This will also be a place to ask questions, make complaints or comments, or suggest ideas. I am open to everything within reason. Also, sneak-peeks of upcoming chapters may be posted there... :-)
That all said and done...
Please read, review, and above all else, enjoy this fiction, loyal and new readers and reviewers!
"This is the last straw, Ronald Bilius Weasley," I hissed, my accusing finger pointed in his direction shaking with absolute fury.
"What's the last straw, my dearest Hermes?" the cheeky redhead asked innocently, stressing the nickname he'd recently learned that my father still liked to call me.
"This is the last straw," I snapped, gesturing at my ruined N.E.W.T Transfiguration essay. "This two-foot long piece of my best parchment consists of 6,812 carefully chosen words that I spent over four hours writing!"
"Aw, Hermione, can you stop being ornery for one day? It's just a little chocolate...nothing a quick Evanesco won't be able to fix!"
"That is beside the point," I said icily, blowing an errant curl out of my face. That alone was a horrid sign, the uncontrollable, tangled mass that some are tactful enough to call my hair going crazy this early in a quarrel! "You borrowed MY essay without MY permission, copied MY hard work, and handed it back- SOILED!"
"Only because you're so bloody brilliant," Ron said sweetly, flashing his trademark lopsided grin in the attempt of pacifying my anger. Had I not been so irritated at the bloke, I most certainly would have had to grab onto the burgundy armchair beside me to counteract the effects that the devastating facial expression had on my legs. Namely, turning them into a complete and utter jelly.
"And because you were too utterly lazy and git-brained to DO IT YOURSELF!" I growled.
"I had an emergency Quidditch practice, remember?"
I swallowed hard. Merlin, did I remember. The sight of Ron in his tight-fitting scarlet Quidditch robes four hours previously as he left the Common Room for practice was only topped by his reappearance three hours later, filled with mumbles and grumbles about a sudden rainstorm. Shirtless reappearance, to be specific. Quidditch had done the boy rather well, that was for sure. It was a pity that those sculpted, muscular abs of his weren't revealed more often...
"Yes, I remember!" I rolled my eyes. "Do you take me for an idiot?"
"Then do you reckon you could go easy on me, just once? I mean, it's not like I was doing something frivolous." His cobalt blue eyes narrowed. "Such as reading that bloody book!"
"I read "that bloody book" after I was done with all my homework, thank you very much," I said through gritted teeth. "And I would hardly call flying around on a broomstick important."
"What do you have against QUIDDITCH?" Ron nearly growled. "You've seemed to have taken quite a fancy for a certain well-known Quidditch player over the years, haven't you?"
I groaned rather loudly and massaged my temples. Of all the people in the world, I had to fancy the bloke who held grudges for years.
I tactually chose to ignore the jab about Viktor, whom Ron seemed to bring up approximately 3.5 times an hour, and answered the redhead-who-I-would've-most-certainly-described-as-being-dead-sexy-was-I-not-about-to-literally-and-figuratively-curse-him.
"What I have against Quidditch is, Ronald, the fact that it is an idiotic, time-consuming sport in which you and other prats who lack any common sense fly around on skinny pieces of wood and throw balls at each other that can inflict serious injuries. If you focused even half the time you devote to Quidditch on your homework and studies, you would do extraordinary in all of your classes, and you would've actually received more than 4 O.W.L.S.!" I winced inwardly at my remark about his rather pathetic O.W.L.S. That was a sore, sore, sore subject.
"If I focused half the time I devote to Quidditch on my homework and studies, I'd go bloody bonkers. Like you," he added rather nastily and unnecessarily, in my humble opinion.
"ME? BLOODY BONKERS?" I shrieked. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror recently? On second thought, don't do that...I highly doubt your Mum would appreciate having to clean up broken glass!"
"As if you've never broken any mirrors with that rat's nest of yours that you seem to believe is hair. Hair my arse!"
That did it.
"At least," I snarled in a deathly whisper, "I have hair in a normal, non-obnoxious color that doesn't blind the opposite sex with it's...obnoxiousity!"
"At least my hair doesn't ensnare the opposite sex in it's wild, uncontrollable curls and hold them for ransom! In fact, I reckon that's why Viktor took you to the Yule Ball...had to strike up some sort of deal with that conniving frizz of yours, eh, in order to come out alive? 'Well, Viktor, if you'll take me to the ball I'll tell my "hair" to stop choking you..."
As infuriated as his theory made me, I had to give the boy points for creativity. And fight back a grin.
"At least I had a date to the Yule Ball, Ronald. As I recall, you had to ask Padma Patil out of desperation!"
"Well, she is hot. And at least..."
I didn't give him a chance to finish. Instead, I launched into one of my infamous tirades.
"You know, Ronald, you're just jealous at the fact that I had no trouble finding a date for the Yule Ball, the opposite sex pays plenty of attention to me, my hair is clearly superior to yours..." I said extremely angrily and quickly, before pausing for a breath of air. Breathing rather heavily, I continued, gesticulating each point wildly. "You're also jealous of my superior intellect, brilliance, cleverness, wittiness, talent..." I took another deep breath of air that didn't seem to help much. "And.."
"Hermione..." Ron began in an odd sort of restrained, almost pleading voice. "If you don't stop right now, I'm going to do something thatyou're regret..."
"Like what?" I snorted contemptuously. "Make a clever retort for once? Actually demonstrate that you have more than one brain cell? Act your age for a change? Say that—-".
But I was cut off by a pair a lips. A rather warm pair of lips. A rather warm pair of Ron's lips. A rather warm pair of Ron's lips attached to my lips. A rather warm pair of Ron's lips attached to my lips rather aggressively.
Damn it. The boy certainly knew how to kiss.
Oh, Merlin...
Dear Godric...
Sweet Rowena...
His soft lips moved so confidently, so passionately, so sweetly against my own.
Where, in the name of Merlin, did my best friend learn how to kiss like that?
In my snog-induced haze, I promptly decided not to further ponder the question and instead played with the silkly hair at the nape of the object-of-my-affections neck while attempting to not melt into a little "Hermione-puddle."
"I told you you'd regret it," Ron said heavily, breaking away from our electrifying kiss.
Oh, the nerve of that boy...
"If you think for one second that I regret the absolute best moment in my life, you have another one coming, Ronald." I pursed my rather swollen lips and put my hands on my hips in a defensive stance.
"Another what?" he asked in confusion.
Of all the blokes at Hogwarts, I had to fall for the most...the most...daft, infuriating, and handsome one.
"This is the last straw, Ronald," Isighed,before leaning towards the redhead once again...
A/N: So...did you like it? Hate it? Please give me honest opinions! Coming up next chapter: The Fine Art of Kissing! Look to my LiveJournal later this weekend for a sneak peek...