Disclaimer: Hey I don't own Harry potter. Or anything you may recognize it all comes from the deep depths of JK's brain. I'm just fooling with the characters to keep myself and others busy while I wait for the next book in the wonderfully astoundingly brilliant Harry Potter series. So please don't sue (you won't get much, only my seashell collection Which isn't all that big).
AN: I don't have much to say except...REVIEW. So on with the story and also I don't have much time to write anymore because I just found out highschool is a lot more challenging than jr.high. I have tons of homework so it might take a while to update.
As she sat by the fire in the common room, her bags and books at her feet her eyes closed against the blazing firelight she sensed a shadow fall over her. She opened her eyes and saw Harry blocking the firelight. "What sup," she asked her mind still on her encounter with Draco.
"Oh since we couldn't have Quiditch practice today like we normally would have I want us to have a early morning practice tomorrow. See you in the changing rooms at 6:30 am sharp. Don't be late or you'll have to stay behind after practice and make up the time that you miss. Oh and sorry I'm being kinda strict I just want us to hold onto the cup this year and we need an early start if we're going to be the defending champions." Harry waved a light goodbye before Ginny could respond. "I'm of to tell the others, glad to see your sulky mood has changed." Harry turned around and headed towards the boys' dorms.
"I'll be there Harry," Ginny said to Harry back. But suddenly Harry turned around and whacked himself in the forehead. "Oh I almost forgot, will you tell Katie and Amanda about the practice. Just in case I don't catch them before they head to their dorms."
"Ya sure." Ginny looked at Harry and smiled, it felt good to have him as a friend again, though she had been in a slump for the last week so she hadn't really noticed.
"Thanks," Harry replied smiling.
"No problem." Harry turned around and walked away leaving Ginny to brood on the whole Draco dilemma.
Just as she was getting ready to go upstairs to go to bed an extremely giggly Katie walked in through the door with a group of friends. Ginny walked up to them and quickly told Katie about the practice, passing on Harry's warning about tardiness. Katie nodded and thanked her before heading off with her friends.
Ginny yet again thought of going to bed when a flurry of motion caught her eye. She turned around to see the group of friends she normally hung around waving at, motioning her to join them. Ginny decided it had been a while since she had had some real fun and headed over to them. She took a seat between Ally and an uncomfortable looking Colin. She remembered guiltily the harsh fashion in which she had dumped him. She gave him a small smile and he smiled back. Relaxing a little she joined into the conversation.
"So what's up guys?"
"Oh hey just who we wanted to see, we wanted to get ours hands on some of you brothers merchandise and we were wondering if you could pull some strings for us, you know we need the stuff pretty quick and we've got some special requests. We want to really show people how outgoing the Griffendors are. You know in the match against Slytherin." The guys were all whispering excitedly. Ginny finally realized what they were saying.
"Wait a minute, when's the first match of the season?" Ginny had been so preoccupied the past days she hadn't checked the bulletin board for any new information.
"Are you telling us that you're on the team but you don't even know when the first match is?" Asked Drake.
"Ya I kinda missed the update, so stop fussing and tell me," she said looking around the group who were staring back in disbelief.
"It's October 29th," Andrew finally said. "Neways back to important matters couldn't you send your brothers a letter or something outlining our requests. Tell them we're willing to pay as long as it's reasonable."
There was a murmur of agreement that passed through the circle and Ginny agreed to try. And so they sat in the outer ring of light drawing up a letter with everything they needed and Ginny went of to send the letter. Hoping Ron wouldn't mind if she used Pig, she grabbed the minuscule owl from the air and attached the letter to its tiny leg. And before turning to leave she watched the last rays of the sun disappear behind the Forbidden forest and full night fell on the grounds of Hogwarts. For a moment Ginny paused to take in a couple cool breaths of the crisp night air, thinking yet again about Draco when someone entered the Owlry.
Ginny immediately recognized the glint of silver blond hair. Though she had been thinking about this all evening she had no idea how to act around Draco. "Hi there," she said tentatively not knowing what else to do.
"Look," Draco said in a hushed tone, "We may have an understanding but I can't talk to you whether I choose to or not. Like I said I have a reputation to uphold and if anyone caught me having a civil conversation with a Griffendor I would be dead."
"Ya I get it." Ginny replied. This wasn't going to be easy, if they couldn't even talk what was the point of hoping Draco would ever like her.
"Like I said before, these conversations they stay between us and out of public places, got that." Draco felt himself loosing his controlling manner for a moment. He couldn't have a weak spot for the Weasley or everything he had built up the past years would fall apart. "In other words don't talk to me unless I talk to you."
Ginny understood what he meant but her Griffendor pride got the better of her. "So what are you saying I'm going to slip up and blow your cover, do you think you're the only one who can keep things a secret. You can build an empire but someone's bound to know."
"That may be so but so far I've kept all this just the way I want it and I don't care who it is no one is going to mess it up." Draco for a moment felt that he had pushed Ginny to far. Surely now she would spill, he was a goner.
"Well Malfoy I'll show you that you're not the only one who can build and keep such a secret. For someone with such an overpowering attitude you don't have good judgment skills. If you knew anything about me you would know your secret is safe with me." Ginny could have almost laughed at the expression on Draco's face. Such adorable confusion. Wait her mind screamed, had she just said that Draco Malfoy was adorable. Ya just about as adorable as a snake with a wand she reminded herself.
For the second time that day he found himself thrown by her answer. But he recovered quickly at the sight of the smile forming on her face. "We'll see how good you are, just don't make me have to cover up for your mistakes or you will pay." He had meant it to sound a little more menacing but it had turned out a little softer in the end because he couldn't help but let his mind wander thinking about the quick comebacks and the snappy attitude of the young Weasley.
"Ya whatever," Ginny replied her voice far calmer than she was feeling on the inside. "Now if you don't mind I have a life to get back to." She left flipping her hair around in a quick pivoted turn leaving Draco to stare at the closed door of the Owlry in amazement.
Ginny nearly killed herself walking into walls and trick steps and portraits, but she was far too preoccupied to notice the angry and annoyed comments of carelessness that followed her. She had just had three civilized conversations with Draco in one day. This definitely shone a new light on the situation.
She found herself sitting on her bed thinking about her day when she remembered that she had to tell Amanda about the Quiditch practice. She had a shrewd idea about who Amanda was, the only Amanda she was aware of was in the third year. Hoping it was her Ginny headed of to the third year dormitory.
"Hey there," She said looking around the dorm. She spotted two girls sitting on a bed and waved to get their attention.
"Hey, can we help you?" they asked uncertainly.
"Ya is either of you Amanda?" The brunette put her hand up. "Okay just here to let you know that Quiditch practice is at 6:30am sharp. Our captain says that if you're late you'll have to stay behind and make up the time.
"Sure thanks, and I guess you're Ginny Weasley one of the new chasers right?" Amanda asked smiling at Ginny.
"Ya that's me, anyways I'll see you at the practice." Ginny left with a last wave. Feeling exhausted she made her way to the fifth floors to her own dorm. She changed quickly and took a hot shower. It felt good to feel the steaming water pound against her exhausted body. For a moment she forgot about everything. Then her persistent memory pushed forward her encounter with Draco. She had to admit she liked thinking about Draco. He was such a strong figure and to think that such an influential and gorgeous boy was talking to simple old her made her feel great.
She absolutely adored the soft side she had seen of Draco today, the side that suggested he actually had a heart. Now she felt herself thinking about him constantly, never would she admit it but she actually thought that she was in love with Draco Malfoy. At least the real Draco Malfoy the side that no one could find out about. That meant she couldn't talk to him anywhere that people could see, and he couldn't be nice to her. After all Griffendors and Slytherins were bitter rivals they could hardly sit down to tea and have a nice little chat about their lives. That meant it would be hard to get to know him better. But something about Draco's personality pulled her to the challenge. And besides a wild instinct told her that he actually liked her, the way he lost his cool at her snappy comments, the way he blushed when their eyes locked. Somehow though impossible it may seem Draco Malfoy seemed to have taken a liking to her.
Suddenly she felt the water cool down and with it she realized that she could ruin his life. If she did slip up then everything he had built up over the years would come crashing down around him and that would surely cost him his life. Maybe that was why he had been so reluctant to let his feeling show towards her. She understood he had isolated his feelings inside himself almost like keeping them locked up. That way no one would find out about his act. Things finally fell into place in her mind and she realized how unstable the situation really was.
She shivered as the water was now ice cold. Ginny quickly turned the tap of and stepped out of the shower. Drying herself off quickly she got dressed and looked in the full-length mirror. She was quite tall now 5feet 8inches. And her tank top was a comfortably snug fit on her while her cotton pants fell loosely around her legs. She decided that overall she didn't look to bad but still she had never thought of herself as someone with a score in the looks department. But then again she didn't look herself in the mirror too often. She tried to imagine how she would look to a boy but somehow she just ended cracking herself up with laughter. Boys' minds were so confusing she just found it impossible to think like them.
Sighing lightly she turned around and went out into the dimly lit dorm. She spotted two of her room mates sound asleep, another one reading in bed and the other two beds were empty. She went over to her own bed and pulled the neat cover away from the bed. Still shivering slightly from the cold water of the shower she climbed in and pulled the curtains shut to block out the light. It actually felt comfortable to be cold and she pushed some of the covers off herself so her body would stay cool and then she fell asleep before her mind could remember yet again her encounter with Draco.
After Ginny had left Draco had stood frozen for a moment just thinking about how wonderful she was. He had stood in thought for a bit thinking about how extremely appealing she was to him until his owl came down to land gracefully on his shoulder. The slight pressure of her talons was enough to bring him back to reality. Realizing why he had come to the Owlry he quickly pulled out the sealed roll of parchment and attached it to his owl. The letter was simply a registration form for a Gringotts account. Now that he was seventeen he could finally get his own account at Gringotts. And that way he wouldn't have to answer to his father each time he used the account.
After attaching the letter he held Sandel out on his hand and watched her take off. Her silhouette framed against the moon and the pale light bouncing off her powerful wings. Sometime watching her he wished he could fly without a broom. He supposed that was why he liked Quiditch so much, it gave him an excuse to fly. Flying gave him so much freedom; it was as though his worries were left behind on the ground. Nothing could get to him while he was in the air except maybe Potter. Potter was every worry that he had that could fly. One of the reasons Draco hated him so much; he couldn't fully escape his fake life even in the air. He always had the duty of being spiteful to Potter and it could usually bring his soaring spirits down.
Snapping out of his thoughts he found himself facing the familiar brick wall behind which the Slytherin common room was concealed. Whispering the password he stepped gracefully through the low entranceway that opened up before him. He looked around the dull but elegant room and saw a group of sixth years sitting in a well-placed ring of chairs.
He didn't really feel like going over and talking about his day because most of them were obnoxiously loudmouthed girls so instead he headed over to the dark east wall where his friends of late were sitting. Near the end of last year and through this year he had hung around Blaise Zambini and Theodore Nott. The two were very insightful and usually they sat around discussing faults of others or the exasperating nagging of their fathers. Though Draco hardly ever put down his father when other people could hear he found a strange confidence in his newly found friends. They like him had been abused in their childhood and though none of them would admit it he suspected that the both of them also thought that Voldemort was bad news, for reasons of their own.
Draco sat around for a while when suddenly the great Grandfather clock struck its melodious beats. Draco looking at his lap counted the strikes and found that it was eleven o'clock. He had forgotten he had prefect duty and though that usually didn't matter he had missed his last shift and if Pansy ratted him out to Prof.Snape he would be a goner. Getting up swiftly he left and his friends continued on with their conversation. That's usually how it was with Slytherin no one would ask you where you were of to or what you had been doing unless they wanted to be seen as nosy. That had saved him a lot of trouble or explaining in the past years and he was grateful for it.
Ginny eyes snapped open and she glanced at the magical clock on her bedside table. It read 6:00am and so Ginny grabbed her new uniform, which she found at the foot of her bed. House elves she thought, she could never catch one in her room but there were always signs of their presence. She was about to head downstairs when she remembered her broom. She kept it in a leather case under her bed. She never left her broom in the broom closet people could break into it. Instead she set up her own wards and security measures on the case and kept it under her bed and took it out only for practices. She quickly dismantled the wards and spells and grabbed her broom stuffing the leather case back under the bed.
For a moment her stomach rumbled but she knew better than to whip down to the great hall for a quick breakfast. She didn't want to be late; in fact it seemed like a good idea to be early. When she reached the changing rooms she found out she wasn't the only one who thought so. Everyone but Katie seemed to be there. Harry beamed when he caught sight of her.
"Good morning Ginny, glad to see you're here early." Harry checked his watch and glanced at the door. He hadn't expected Katie to be early but he sure hoped she wouldn't be late. He would hate to have to punish her, beside he wasn't sure he was that tough. "Er, you did tell Katie about the practice right?"
"Ya," Ginny set her stuff on the bench and took of her robe. She pulled her Quiditch robes over her other clothes. She had made sure that everything she was going to be wearing underneath were thin cause she new she would over heat if she wore to much. She didn't feel Harry eyes on her as she changed. After pulling on her leather gloves and tying her hair in a high hitched ponytail she turned around and walked over to join the group.
Harry who had looked away when Ginny had turned around spotted Katie walking in through the change room doors. "Hey there Katie you really cut it close with you're timing another two minutes and you would have been late." He tapped his watch as though he was proving a point.
Katie just laughed. "Oh come on Harry, Oliver and Angelina were bad enough cant you at least be a fun captain."
"Well they may not have been fun but it seemed as though everyone was having fun when Griffendor won the cup." Harry really didn't like being tough, he liked Quiditch and he would rather just fly freely but now that he was Captain he couldn't. Still he wasn't planning on being anything like Oliver or Angelina; they were just to stiff about Quiditch for Harry to be like them.
As though knowing this Katie gave Harry a look. "All right Katie I'm not going to be another Wood clone now will you hurry up and change so we can get on the pitch."
"Sure thing Captain," Katie saluted him and turned around laughing to get changed.
Within the minute everyone was out on the field. "I don't know why I'm captain Katie was on the team before me, but I am the captain so I guess you'll just have to put up with me.-"
"You're Captain because I declined the job," Said Katie while she held a firm hand over her excited broom."
'Oh well in that case if you don't like me go complain to Katie it's her fault you guys have me for a captain." Harry felt himself relax, he felt better about being the captain and he also knew that the team didn't completely hate him cause they were smiling at him. "Anyway, on to the training, first of lets get some warm up laps in, loosen up a bit. Then I'll show you some stretches to help loosen up you're muscles and then we'll see what we can already do in a game of three on three chasers only match with Ron doing his job as keeper."
As the team pulled away in separate directions Harry heard two people come up behind him. "Great job as a first time captain," said Katie smiling at him, "Hope I didn't give you a hard time, wouldn't want these lot to think you can just push your captain around like that."
"Nah that's all right, they knew you were fooling, besides it helped me loosen up a bit." Harry had actually been more nervous about being captain then about playing his first game back in his first year.
"Wow you're way better than Angelina, no offense to her. Still it's not just a front is it, you're not going to go all mean on us are you?" Ron asked putting on a reproachful look.
Harry knew Ron was kidding but he saw that the youngest player of their team the Amanda girl was actually listening as she flew over them, "No of course not, so you can stop looking so nervous Amanda." He looked up quickly and the poor girl nearly fell of her broom in shock, she recovered quickly and flew off laughing slightly.
"Oh people better watch out for Mr. Hawk eyed Potter our new captain," said Katie nudging Ron in the ribs as they both cracked up laughing.
"Oh knock it off," Harry said and threw a leg over his broom and was off the ground before finally laughing with the pair on the ground.
Ron and Katie kicked off together, Katie flew off to join Harry and Ron flew of towards one of the highest stands towards a barley visible figure in the front row. Hermione was wearing her gold sweater and tight black jeans, her hair held back by her ears and a couple of hair clips that were invisible in the dim light of dawn. Ron waved and Hermione looked up, he swooped over to the edge of the stands and Hermione got up, closing her book and placing it on her seat.
She came over to him and he held his broom at a steady hover with one hand. Hermione smiled and Ron gently urged his broom forward, until he could clamber over the railing. Letting his broom hover he went over to Hermione. Just as the light began to flood into the field from over the top most stands Ron slipped a gentle hand around Hermione's waist and another behind her neck. She but both hands around his neck and he leaned down at the gentle pressure.
He placed his lips thoughtfully on hers. Slowly slipping his tongue out of his mouth. Running it teasingly over her lips until she parted them. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and explored it as though it was new to him. His memory sparked as he remembered every nook and cranny of her mouth and a shiver ran down his spine as her tongue played around with his. Ron could feel the light hit his closed eyes and still he didn't open them. He heard a high-pitched whistle sound and slowly, unwillingly he pulled away from Hermione.
She smiled at him and gently pressed a light lingering kiss on his lips. Wishing he could stay he pulled away from her, mounting his broom quickly he waved at her and dove down quickly to the middle of the pitch to join the rest of the team. He felt slightly regretful, Sunday was their day, and he felt lucky to have Hermione at all. On Sundays they spent some quality time together. He was happy that Hermione cared enough to come to his practice and was hoping the practice wouldn't take to long so he and Hermione could go down to the kitchens for a nice quiet breakfast.
The practice itself went great but halfway through it Ron found himself wishing he could just leave. And by the mumbling he heard he knew he wasn't the only one. Through three-quarters of the way through the practice they had some fun because Harry had grabbed another group of people from Griffendor. How he managed it on a Saturday morning no one could figure out. But they ended up setting up a game (instead of playing a three on three chaser game), with the team mixed with the volunteers. In the end it turned out to be a good game. They switched positions halfway through the game and Harry caught the snitch but Ron's team won because he had the three chasers from the team and they played up a storm.
By the end of the game Harry was pleased by their overall performance, and so he let them off saying they were off early.
"I don't know what his idea off early is but his idea of fashionably late would be the day after the occasion," commented Matthew.
"Sure go ahead disregard my techniques, but you'll be thanking me when we win the Quiditch cup again.
"Not if you're going to coach with that kind of attitude," replied Katie before heading of to the changing rooms. The rest of the team followed her.
When they were all in the changing rooms Harry caught their attention for a moment. "Now if you didn't know I don't know why you're on this team but our first game is the first of the season. We're playing Slytherin on the 29th of October. So I have made a schedule for the practices make sure you guys aren't too late."
They all changed quickly and left the changing room in different directions. Ron found Hermione waiting for him at the main doors of the Quiditch pitch. He walked over to her and slipped a hand around her waist while trying to maintain a one-handed hold on all his Quiditch equipment. Hermione slowly snuggled up to Ron who was now a good five inches taller than her. "Do you want a late breakfast or a early lunch?" she asked looked up at him.
"Doesn't matter as long as there's food and enough of it to satisfy my appetite. Oh and enough of you there to," Ron added slyly.
Hermione barely blushed at the comment though she smiled sweetly at him. She loved the witty comments Ron slipped into their conversations. She also loved the sound of Ron's heartbeat; it was always so steady and strong. She had gotten used to it because she usually listened to Ron talking while she was snuggled up against him.
Though sometimes her anger flared inside of her if she heard stupid comments about Ron, mostly she had accepted the gossip about hem. Of course it was inevitable, that's what stupid, people without lives did, gossip. And so she could almost guarantee that everyone in the school knew about her and Ron. But she didn't mind. The only reason they had been keeping it quite for a while was because they didn't want Harry to find out about the relationship through some gossip queen.
Now she just loved having the feeling of Ron's arm around her waist, or maybe having Ron's strong body around hers in a cuddle. She loved the feeling of Ron's warm tongue against her own; their fingers entwined in each others or sometime just the presence of Ron made her happy beyond belief. Some people had said their relationship was far to slow, after all they had been friends for five years before they got together, they knew everything about each other right? Well she knew Ron was happy with things the way they were and she was glad to talk, kiss and snuggle for now. Besides it was just Lavender and Parvati who thought they should be doing something more and she would rather listen to Trelawney then them.
Ron quickly made his way to his dorm to dump his stuff. Hermione went up to her own. When they both met back in the common room Ron still looked like he didn't know how to work a comb and Hermione had put her hair up in a ponytail, and slicked it down a bit to make it a bit less bushy. Ron smiled at the sight off Hermione and in his mind's eye he saw her glowing with a bright light that reminded him how lucky he was to be with Hermione.
He felt a blush rising as he took in all her defined features, and an urge to grab her and kiss her right where she stood came over him. But he mastered the instinct and instead grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to himself. He put one arm around her slender waist and felt her body lean into his, smiling they began to walk out of the common room.
Ron was completely unaware of where he was going because his mind kept going over Hermione instead of the way to the kitchens. So he let Hermione guide him. But she didn't seem to realize what they were doing either and so they found themselves at the foot of the North tower instead of at the portrait to the kitchens. But Ron didn't care and by the look on her face neither did Hermione.
Ron was overcome with the instinct to kiss Hermione again, but this he didn't have to pound it down. Hermione wound her hands up around his neck and Ron turned around to face her. Placing a second hand around her waist he leaned against her until she backed into a wall. Leaning down slightly he gently placed his lips on her perfect red and full lips. Food was forgotten as was everything else as a satisfying warmth filled both Ron and Hermione from head to toe. Ron could almost feel Hermione's energy passing through his body as his own will power was forced out by the passion that was rushing through him.
For a moment he moaned in disappointment as Hermione's lips left his but sighed contentedly as he felt them against the skin of his neck. He could almost feel the blood rush up to greet her warm lips as she sucked gently but persistently on the patch of skin. He rested his head on top of hers and closed his eyes against the dim light of the torches. His ears perked up however as he heard a faint footstep fall, and he could hear it echo though to the spot where Hermione and him were standing. Reluctantly he pulled away from Hermione and grabbed her hand again.
A couple of chattering third years walked by them giving them odd looks. But Ron only let go of Hermione's hand so he could put his arm around her shoulders. Hermione smiled at Ron ignoring the third years and they walked away without bothering to comment on the looks that the kids were giving them. Ron's mind still wasn't fully geared for the kitchen, especially after the little snogging session they had just had. But suddenly his stomach rumbled in hunger. Ron blushed and Hermione looked at him. "Oh ya I forgot we were heading for breakfast before we got sidetracked there, or was it lunch?"
"I don't care as long as you're there," Ron replied smirking. "Hey I'm yet again sorry for the way I acted for a that one week, I know I must have really brought you down. I mean I'm really glad you didn't ditch me then. And I hope I won't ever be that bummed out for as long as I live."
"Look Ron I accept that you're sorry. But why do you keep saying that you're happy I didn't ditch you. You didn't actually think that I would dump you because you were sad about your brother's death." Hermione knew that he thought she was to good for him but she couldn't be happier with anyone else. After all these years of liking him, getting together with him was the best thing that had happened to her since becoming friends with him and Harry back in her first year.
Ron turned out to be better than she had ever thought and the more she found out about him, the more certain she became that he was perfect for her. She knew they shared the strong bond of true love and however thick Ron may act he knew that she cared far to much about him to dump him for being sad.
"Well then I thought you might have, I know now that you wouldn't have and that I was wrong. Still I'm just saying I'm sorry cause I haven't said it before. Besides until a moment ago I didn't think that I deserved to be with someone as perfect as you. I always thought it was some cruel trick of fate." Ron smiled as he finished of. They had arrived at the kitchens. Hermione reached out and tickled the pear in the picture in front of them. She placed a hand on the doorknob that appeared and Ron placed his hand on hers. Hermione smiled at him and pulled the door open.
She still didn't think it was right to enslave house-elves but Ron had convinced her she could do nothing about it by trying to get people to realize how bad it was. According to him no one would listen to such a stunning young witch because all the girls would be overcome with envy and the boys would be completely entranced by her beauty to take in a word she was saying about house-elves. Until she started going out with Ron she didn't think she was beautiful, but Ron had convinced her that to him she was and as far as she was concerned it was Ron's opinion that mattered.
As soon as they walked into the kitchen a hoard of house-elves appeared around, asking what they could get them. Hermione gave them a slightly disapproving look but didn't say anything.
"Um are you done preparing lunch?" Ron asked looking around the spacious kitchen.
"Yes master Weasley," Replied an elf in the front. Ron immediately recognized the elf as Dobby.
"Well then I guess we'll have some lunch. What do you want Hermione?" Ron looked around the kitchen again and saw on the far counter a line up of dishes and palters of food.
"Um I'll have some mashed potatoes and a chicken salad if it's not too much trouble." Hermione looked around the kitchen. Probably looking for Winky.
"No trouble at all Miss.Granger. And what would you like to eat Master Weasley?" As Dobby spoke two elves ran off, grabbing plates and knives and forks.
"I guess I'll have some smoked salmon and a side of steamed vegetables." Ron smiled as he pictured the food. Hogwarts had some of the best choice of food Ron had ever seen. The only thing that matched up to it's variety was his mother's cooking. But after the first year or so Ron had stopped noticing the meals. Now he could almost taste the salmon before even seeing the food.
Ron watched as Dobby and another elf ran of to get Ron's food. It wasn't long before the four elves returned with two trays of food and two glasses of pumpkin juice. Both Hermione and Ron thanked the elves that bowed to show their willingness to serve.
Leaving the happy elves Ron and Hermione made there way to a secret passageway. Ron had found out about the passage when he had for a brief period hung out with Fred and George in his fourth year. In the passage Ron conjured and lit some candles as Hermione conjured up a sheet for them to lunch on.
They sat down to a nice lunch with little conversation. Ron smiled constantly as he caught Hermione's eye. After they had finished their lunch they sat around drinking pumpkin juice (the glasses like most of the food at Hogwarts kept refilling itself).
Ron leaned back against the wall of the passage. Hermione got up, walking carefully so she wouldn't hit the floating candles, and she made her way over to Ron. She gently sat down on Ron lap and leaned back against him. Ron ran his fingers through her ponytail. He wrapped her hair around his finger, letting the texture almost flow through his skin. Her hair was so soft and full. Ron loved it along with everything else about Hermione. Ron let her hair sip away from his finger before looking up at Hermione. Her face was half in shadow because of the candles but Ron could see she was wearing a smile, Ron could have sworn it had a slightly seductive edge to it. But before he could think anymore about it he felt Hermione's warm lips touch his own and he closed his eyes, his hands instinctively snaking their way around her waist.
This time Hermione slipped her tongue out and Ron opened his mouth, for a moment he sucked on it as Hermione wrestled with tongue to gain freedom. Finally Ron tucked his tongue back and Hermione moaned in his mouth as she quickly explored his mouth. Ron pulled away slowly, and Hermione placed small persistent kisses on his lips. Ron could still taste the pumpkin juice as well as Hermione's lunch as he pulled away. He opened his eyes and slowly began placing suckling kisses on the base of her neck, slowly making his way up to her ear.
He gently grabbed her earlobe in his mouth, gently swiping it with his tongue, playing with it for a while before letting it go. He then gently nipped at the top of her ear, making her yelp in surprise and content. He then placed trailing kisses down her collarbone He slowly sucked the patch of skin at the near the collar of her shirt. Hermione sighed contentedly her eyes fluttered slightly but remained closed. As she felt Ron's hands slowly unbuttoning her shirt she slowly placed her hands on his helping him pull away one button at a time. She gasped airily as she felt Ron tongue dart out and tickle the sensitive patch of skin. And she loved the moment with all her heart. End of Chapter 12 TBC