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the queen of literature J.K.Rowling. I am making no profit from this story.
AN: Sorry it took so long. It's just I couldn't find any inspiration for chapter 9, so you can expect it to suck. Wow six whole reviews yay at least I'm improving. I need to get started on the tenth chapter but it think it may take a while because even though I have the chapter planned out I'm not sure how to word it, also I think what I have planned may contradict some reactions in the fic so far. What I'm trying to say it I might take a while to update, it'll probably still suck and please review. Oh and sorry this chapter is so short.
-Shortstuff
Thanks to my reviewers:
Destiny Amberly Weasley: Thanks, hope you enjoyed reading my fic.
HOBOrules: Thanks.
tiggieotoo: Wow magical, even though I've had this chapter written for a while now it's turned out to be a Ron, Hermione chapter (well mainly Ron Hermione). So enjoy, oh and chapter nine is mostly R/Hr too (I think).
NoName: Glad you don't hate Ginny, thanks for reviewing.
hhr: Thanks a lot, I do hope that the story turns out great.
Arika Kane: I don't know whether the whole worlds effort could make me spell any better than I do (Which by the way is horrible). Sorry if you find the bad grammar (I couldn't even spell grammer right without spellcheck) a problem. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Chapter 7:
Feeling tired Ginny made her way to the Griffendor common room. Pasting a fake smile on her face she skipped in enthusiastically. Seeing her friends she went over to them still wearing her strained smile. "I made the team," she said to her friends.
"Great."
"Brilliant,"
"Congratulations." They were all happy for her and that cheered her up ever so slightly. That still didn't stop some of her feeling from showing, as she turned to leave her best friend Ally, a pretty black haired fourth year, tagged along.
"What's wrong," she asked knowingly.
"Nothing," Ginny tried to deny it at first. Ally gave her a look that focused her ever-changing eyes on her. Ginny loved her eyes her own eyes were so boring Ally's eyes changed colour all the time. Right now they were a piercing aquamarine blue. They had been best friends since their first year (Ally was the only one who hadn't ditched her in her first year) she could always tell when something was wrong with Ginny.
"Oh all right I'll tell you but not here, let's go up to our dorm it's early and no one will be there,"
Once they were sitting on their identical four poster beds Ginny drew a deep breath and said, "Well Harry did something confusing,"
"Bad confusing or good confusing?" Ally asked.
"Bad I guess, you see he kissed me. I never thought he felt that way about me I always thought of him as another brother. Never really liked him except the first two years but that was just a silly crush I didn't know what I was doing then. Besides I didn't like it at all in fact I wanted to kill him cause he kinda forced himself on me never asked or anything.' She finished and looked at Ally's reaction.
It seemed as though she was split, but that was because she liked Harry. "I would love for that to happen but I guess it felt awkward for you, he'll have his reasons maybe he'll talk to you. I suggest you talk to him though because you have been friends for a long time."
Ally was being a good friend and she appreciated it right now. "Well I think he'll run away from me, but I guess your right I'll try I suppose. Thanks" Ginny Decided she would wait for him in the common room and so she got up, "come on let's go down maybe we can catch him before he goes to bed or something this is bothering me and I want to clear my head.'
Slowly they worked their way down the stair and to the chairs by the fire. There they sat talking for what seemed like an hour or so before Ginny's mind wandered back to that confusing morning. Figuring she should forget about it because thinking wasn't doing her any good she went back to the conversation.
When Ron got up from dinner Harry told him that he had work to do that had something to do with the Quiditch team and left. With Harry gone he felt he should go find Hermione, he hadn't seen her all day and he had missed her. Knowing that Hermione was probably at the Library he headed there first. He found her in her favorite spot her eyes glued to a large book. He sneaked up behind her and started to rub circles on her back. He ran two fingers up her spine, slowly making his way up to her neck then back down her spine. He loved the way her spine curved when she was leaning over a book and the way her hair perfectly surrounded her shoulders.
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder feeling the faint pulse against her cheek. Not looking at Ron she gently whispered, "What brings you here I hardly see you in the library when you're not being forced to."
Ron laughed, "Well there's only so long I can last without looking at you, I just had to see you again even if it meant coming in the library."
"Ron you've changed your not the emotionally challenged boy from last year.'
"Hermione why haven't you ever had a boyfriend," he had been thinking lately she seemed nice enough and she knew just what to do, she kissed perfectly and sometimes he wondered where she learned it. Then he remembered how it had felt like instinct to him dropping the thought he circled around her seat. Nudging her over lightly he sat down letting her rest her head against his shoulder again.
"I don't know," her voice wavered and she began to play with her hair in a guilty fashion. These were signs the Ron recognized he knew she was lying and that surprised him a year ago he would never have noticed such thing about her he only noticed physical things. At first Ron thought he was in it for the physical attraction but later he realized that he loved everything about her she was just perfect in his eyes. "Look I can tell you're lying you don't have to tell me but don't you think it would help if you did.
Her eyes glazed over slightly and he hesitated for a moment, then she glanced around for a second and in a weak whisper began to speak, "I guess it's really about my brother."
"You have a brother," Ron asked genuinely surprised.
"Had a brother." She sighed. "When I was young he taught me everything that I wanted to know, he was the perfect brother and he always spent time with me." Her voice died into a light sob. "What happened to him,' Ron asked he couldn't imagine living without any one of his siblings no matter how much he complained.
"It was graduation day and he went to a party at one of his friends house, apparently his friends had a couple of drinks. They insisted they hadn't had any drinks and I guess he believed them for some reason, some of his friends said that he had a couple drinks too he had a girlfriend and she could get him to do a lot of things maybe that's why he didn't notice. Well on their way back one off his idiotic friends who was driving decided to play chicken.
"Hold on what's chicken," Ron asked looking perplexed.
"It's a game where you try and see how close you can get to a vehicle coming at you before swerving out of it's path," Hermione explained glumly.
"Anyway they didn't get out of the way fast enough the back end was hit by the van that was coming their way the side that my brother was sitting. He died instantly and the rest of the idiots got away with their lives even his girlfriend. I always thought that if it weren't for his girlfriend he wouldn't have been drunk and noticed what was happening. If it weren't for her he wouldn't have tossed his life away like that and let them play that stupid game." Silent tears were pouring down her cheeks.
Ron reached out and wiped them away gently. He cuddled her softly and urged her to continue.
"Well after that I decided that I wouldn't go into stuff like that, dating and flirting because somehow I felt that that's what had killed my brother. Instead I dedicated myself to my studies, I guess I was generally bright to start with but I know that I did this well because I worked hard t it. Maybe that why I don't understand Quiditch, it's just a game to me. I mean how many times have people gotten hurt playing Quiditch is it really worth it?"
"It's worth it to me but I see where you're coming from. But what changed your mind I mean why did you start going out with me?" Ron asked. Now a lot of things fell into place in his mind, it explained her will power it explained the way Hermione acted sometimes.
"Well in our fourth year I guess I was curious and so had the thing with Krum, well it didn't answer my questions completely. I knew I wouldn't give my life up for him but since then I've been more open and I guess you can say on the look out for someone I really cared about. You were always there and it took me a while to realize how I felt about you. It's really thanks to Ginny I figured out that I liked you this much. She came to me to ask advice and I helped her out then I asked her a couple questions and she helped me out."
"After Krum I liked a few guys some of them from our school others from other places but I didn't really like them like I liked you and I knew the difference right away. I knew that you were just perfect Ron. I just knew and I'm glad I found you, like I said you're perfect, perfect for me."
"I'm glad you found me too," Ron said smiling. He kissed her gently on her lips, then again a more deeply, he bit her lower lip gently and she opened her mouth, he slipped his tongue in and slow began to explore her mouth till his tongue touched hers. His tongue played around with her tongue for a bit, he gently sucked on it for a bit, then they pulled away. "Oh Ron," was all Hermione could say. She buried her face in his chest and breathed in his light unique scent, it smelled as it always did of brisk pine leaves and gentle summer rain. Ron rested his head on hers and they sat there for a long time undisturbed. After a while Hermione gently raised her head and got up, Ron got up too and they walked over to the table where Hermione grabbed her book bag and slung it over her shoulder. Ron slipped his arm around her waist and the walked slowly to the Griffendor tower with a comfortable silence. - End of Chapter 7 - TBC
AN: Sorry it took so long. It's just I couldn't find any inspiration for chapter 9, so you can expect it to suck. Wow six whole reviews yay at least I'm improving. I need to get started on the tenth chapter but it think it may take a while because even though I have the chapter planned out I'm not sure how to word it, also I think what I have planned may contradict some reactions in the fic so far. What I'm trying to say it I might take a while to update, it'll probably still suck and please review. Oh and sorry this chapter is so short.
-Shortstuff
Thanks to my reviewers:
Destiny Amberly Weasley: Thanks, hope you enjoyed reading my fic.
HOBOrules: Thanks.
tiggieotoo: Wow magical, even though I've had this chapter written for a while now it's turned out to be a Ron, Hermione chapter (well mainly Ron Hermione). So enjoy, oh and chapter nine is mostly R/Hr too (I think).
NoName: Glad you don't hate Ginny, thanks for reviewing.
hhr: Thanks a lot, I do hope that the story turns out great.
Arika Kane: I don't know whether the whole worlds effort could make me spell any better than I do (Which by the way is horrible). Sorry if you find the bad grammar (I couldn't even spell grammer right without spellcheck) a problem. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Chapter 7:
Feeling tired Ginny made her way to the Griffendor common room. Pasting a fake smile on her face she skipped in enthusiastically. Seeing her friends she went over to them still wearing her strained smile. "I made the team," she said to her friends.
"Great."
"Brilliant,"
"Congratulations." They were all happy for her and that cheered her up ever so slightly. That still didn't stop some of her feeling from showing, as she turned to leave her best friend Ally, a pretty black haired fourth year, tagged along.
"What's wrong," she asked knowingly.
"Nothing," Ginny tried to deny it at first. Ally gave her a look that focused her ever-changing eyes on her. Ginny loved her eyes her own eyes were so boring Ally's eyes changed colour all the time. Right now they were a piercing aquamarine blue. They had been best friends since their first year (Ally was the only one who hadn't ditched her in her first year) she could always tell when something was wrong with Ginny.
"Oh all right I'll tell you but not here, let's go up to our dorm it's early and no one will be there,"
Once they were sitting on their identical four poster beds Ginny drew a deep breath and said, "Well Harry did something confusing,"
"Bad confusing or good confusing?" Ally asked.
"Bad I guess, you see he kissed me. I never thought he felt that way about me I always thought of him as another brother. Never really liked him except the first two years but that was just a silly crush I didn't know what I was doing then. Besides I didn't like it at all in fact I wanted to kill him cause he kinda forced himself on me never asked or anything.' She finished and looked at Ally's reaction.
It seemed as though she was split, but that was because she liked Harry. "I would love for that to happen but I guess it felt awkward for you, he'll have his reasons maybe he'll talk to you. I suggest you talk to him though because you have been friends for a long time."
Ally was being a good friend and she appreciated it right now. "Well I think he'll run away from me, but I guess your right I'll try I suppose. Thanks" Ginny Decided she would wait for him in the common room and so she got up, "come on let's go down maybe we can catch him before he goes to bed or something this is bothering me and I want to clear my head.'
Slowly they worked their way down the stair and to the chairs by the fire. There they sat talking for what seemed like an hour or so before Ginny's mind wandered back to that confusing morning. Figuring she should forget about it because thinking wasn't doing her any good she went back to the conversation.
When Ron got up from dinner Harry told him that he had work to do that had something to do with the Quiditch team and left. With Harry gone he felt he should go find Hermione, he hadn't seen her all day and he had missed her. Knowing that Hermione was probably at the Library he headed there first. He found her in her favorite spot her eyes glued to a large book. He sneaked up behind her and started to rub circles on her back. He ran two fingers up her spine, slowly making his way up to her neck then back down her spine. He loved the way her spine curved when she was leaning over a book and the way her hair perfectly surrounded her shoulders.
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder feeling the faint pulse against her cheek. Not looking at Ron she gently whispered, "What brings you here I hardly see you in the library when you're not being forced to."
Ron laughed, "Well there's only so long I can last without looking at you, I just had to see you again even if it meant coming in the library."
"Ron you've changed your not the emotionally challenged boy from last year.'
"Hermione why haven't you ever had a boyfriend," he had been thinking lately she seemed nice enough and she knew just what to do, she kissed perfectly and sometimes he wondered where she learned it. Then he remembered how it had felt like instinct to him dropping the thought he circled around her seat. Nudging her over lightly he sat down letting her rest her head against his shoulder again.
"I don't know," her voice wavered and she began to play with her hair in a guilty fashion. These were signs the Ron recognized he knew she was lying and that surprised him a year ago he would never have noticed such thing about her he only noticed physical things. At first Ron thought he was in it for the physical attraction but later he realized that he loved everything about her she was just perfect in his eyes. "Look I can tell you're lying you don't have to tell me but don't you think it would help if you did.
Her eyes glazed over slightly and he hesitated for a moment, then she glanced around for a second and in a weak whisper began to speak, "I guess it's really about my brother."
"You have a brother," Ron asked genuinely surprised.
"Had a brother." She sighed. "When I was young he taught me everything that I wanted to know, he was the perfect brother and he always spent time with me." Her voice died into a light sob. "What happened to him,' Ron asked he couldn't imagine living without any one of his siblings no matter how much he complained.
"It was graduation day and he went to a party at one of his friends house, apparently his friends had a couple of drinks. They insisted they hadn't had any drinks and I guess he believed them for some reason, some of his friends said that he had a couple drinks too he had a girlfriend and she could get him to do a lot of things maybe that's why he didn't notice. Well on their way back one off his idiotic friends who was driving decided to play chicken.
"Hold on what's chicken," Ron asked looking perplexed.
"It's a game where you try and see how close you can get to a vehicle coming at you before swerving out of it's path," Hermione explained glumly.
"Anyway they didn't get out of the way fast enough the back end was hit by the van that was coming their way the side that my brother was sitting. He died instantly and the rest of the idiots got away with their lives even his girlfriend. I always thought that if it weren't for his girlfriend he wouldn't have been drunk and noticed what was happening. If it weren't for her he wouldn't have tossed his life away like that and let them play that stupid game." Silent tears were pouring down her cheeks.
Ron reached out and wiped them away gently. He cuddled her softly and urged her to continue.
"Well after that I decided that I wouldn't go into stuff like that, dating and flirting because somehow I felt that that's what had killed my brother. Instead I dedicated myself to my studies, I guess I was generally bright to start with but I know that I did this well because I worked hard t it. Maybe that why I don't understand Quiditch, it's just a game to me. I mean how many times have people gotten hurt playing Quiditch is it really worth it?"
"It's worth it to me but I see where you're coming from. But what changed your mind I mean why did you start going out with me?" Ron asked. Now a lot of things fell into place in his mind, it explained her will power it explained the way Hermione acted sometimes.
"Well in our fourth year I guess I was curious and so had the thing with Krum, well it didn't answer my questions completely. I knew I wouldn't give my life up for him but since then I've been more open and I guess you can say on the look out for someone I really cared about. You were always there and it took me a while to realize how I felt about you. It's really thanks to Ginny I figured out that I liked you this much. She came to me to ask advice and I helped her out then I asked her a couple questions and she helped me out."
"After Krum I liked a few guys some of them from our school others from other places but I didn't really like them like I liked you and I knew the difference right away. I knew that you were just perfect Ron. I just knew and I'm glad I found you, like I said you're perfect, perfect for me."
"I'm glad you found me too," Ron said smiling. He kissed her gently on her lips, then again a more deeply, he bit her lower lip gently and she opened her mouth, he slipped his tongue in and slow began to explore her mouth till his tongue touched hers. His tongue played around with her tongue for a bit, he gently sucked on it for a bit, then they pulled away. "Oh Ron," was all Hermione could say. She buried her face in his chest and breathed in his light unique scent, it smelled as it always did of brisk pine leaves and gentle summer rain. Ron rested his head on hers and they sat there for a long time undisturbed. After a while Hermione gently raised her head and got up, Ron got up too and they walked over to the table where Hermione grabbed her book bag and slung it over her shoulder. Ron slipped his arm around her waist and the walked slowly to the Griffendor tower with a comfortable silence. - End of Chapter 7 - TBC