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Author's Note: So, did you like my little song fic? I realize that other that, the chapter was extremely short; please bear with me! This chapter- I hope- will be lengthy. I hope. Not making any promises. If it isn't long, I will add a sincere apology at the end. Right? Of course right.
Anyone know what musical that is from? If two people guess it correctly, AND NOT PADFOOT OR MOONY, I will update sooner!
Ron came down alone; Harry was out looking for Ginny. Hermione was still amused from the conversation she overheard. It brought a luminous smile to her face. Ron thinking he knew what girl thought! It was too priceless- almost as good as Malfoy the Ferret.
He caught sight of Hermione smiling triumphantly and something exploded inside of him. Regardless of the other students in the Common Room- there was only a couple of people- he strode over her.
"So Hermione, asked him out yet?" Ron said very loudly, almost shouting. Hermione felt her face turn red, but kept her composure.
"Did he say yes? I know he's always loved having someone to get him out of a tight spot," he yelled. Hermione felt her fingers shaking and lowered her quill. She would not let Ron get to her.
"You haven't yet?" said Ron noisily, walking around to get in front of Hermione's chair. "Oh, are you too scared? Or are you worried about what Vicky would say?" Some of the students watching in disgusted amazement turned and whispered to each other about what "Vicky" could mean. Hermione wasn't with a girl was she?
"He would probably just shuffle over here and try to kill Harry again! I mean he lost the Tournament! He probably wants revenge!" screamed Ron hysterically.
That was the last straw. In a flash, Hermione drew her wand and wordlessly performed the Jelly-Legs Hex. Ron's ears turned scarlet. He grabbed his wand and tried to Disarm Hermione but she put up a Shield Charm.
Is that all you can do, Ron? Hermione mentally taunted him. Then she casually flicked her wand and levitated a heavy book over his head. She hovered it over Ron's head and put it back up. Right before she was about to drop it slightly to the right of his burning face, he Banished it.
Ron fired hex and charm one after another in a flash. Hermione's shield was so strong that it lasted until the very last spell- she dodged that one easily. There was a collective gasp from the small crowd as her shield broke.
That smug little grin was still on Hermione's face. More than anything, Ron just wanted that smile gone. She was such a little know-it-all.
While he had been glaring at Hermione, she had made his legs tap-dance wildly and not stand still.
"Finite," Ron said nastily. That would show her!
With a little jab of Hermione's wand, he found himself lying flat on his back. Hermione soundlessly Disarmed Ron while he lay, defenseless. She held the wand up, the grin on her face showing that she knew that Ron could not do anything to steal the victory away.
Ron got up as quickly as he could with his aching legs and sneered at Hermione.
"So this is what you really want Hermione?" he declared. "You want to get Harry and be rid of me. Fine." Another ripple of whispers when through the spectators. So Hermione liked Harry. That made more sense.
Hermione felt the heat racing through her body from the duel and Ron's statement. No! She didn't want Harry! She wanted… She wanted Ron. There. She wanted him. But how could she let him know?
Hermione felt tears pool up. How horrible it was to be powerless. Her voice was the thing that made her feelings known. She hated to show powerful emotion during school. Funerals, weddings, movies… those were different stories. But during classes, when everyone was watching her with mixed emotions of scorn and admiration, she wanted to be stone sometimes. If she showed too much emotion, they would think that she was a weak little Mudblood. At least, some of them would.
That was the beauty of Ron: he was a pureblood, yet never cared that one of his greatest friends came from a Muggle family. Harry could have been like a pureblood himself; his father was pureblood and his mother was a powerful Muggle-born witch. He could have been with Malfoy and the others. But instead they both chose to be friend with her.
There were the hard times-Scabbers, Lavender, Krum- but in the end, it was worth it. The friendship of Harry and Ron was worth all of the squabbles. It didn't seem that way when it was happening, but Hermione knew it was true.
Then Hermione's mouth ran away and did something her head hadn't instructed it to do.
It spoke.
"Ron, wait!" Hermione yelled. Her paper heart instantly turned fuchsia, but she didn't care. All she cared about was that Ron got the story straight.
"What do you want?" he said bitterly. Apparently what Hermione did wasn't as big of a deal to him. Well, he wasn't the one who could answer any questions in some classes today!
"I want you to get your facts straight!" Hermione said forcefully and pulled him up to the empty dormitory.
"So what's the real story," Ron said with as much sarcasm as he could muster.
"That it's not Harry I fancy," Hermione whispered. She hoped Ron could hear her. It would be horrible for her to have to yell it.
"What?" Ron said meanly. Great.
"It's. Not. Harry. I. Fancy." Hermione said between clenched teeth. She couldn't blow up now. It would ruin everything.
"Right. Of course."
"I mean it!" Hermione pleaded.
"Then show me who you fancy," Ron replied.
"But…" Hermione mumbled. How could she do that?
"Of course," Ron stated, not really knowing what she meant.
Hermione did the boldest thing she had ever done. She leaned forward, shy as a butterfly, and pressed her lips against Ron's. She practically melted when she felt him kiss her back. It was everything she had thought it would be. He tasted of spice, clean air, and comfort.
Hermione broke the kiss and looked down. Strange. Her heart wasn't just red; it was scarlet. Dumbledore hadn't mentioned anything about that.
"I fancy you." Hermione spoke the obvious.
"Yeah, I could tell." Ron was smiling with the sarcasm this time. That was a good sign.
"So…" Hermione whispered shyly.
"So now, I do this," Ron declared and pulled Hermione towards him again. Hermione willingly went and met him. It was a more passionate kiss, nearly free from shyness and full of heat. There was still a sweetness that Hermione hadn't known Ron had possessed. It felt like more of a kiss than what Lavender and Ron were doing. Even more than that, it felt right. It was like this was meant to happen, sooner or later. She might not have been able to stand later.
Hermione relished the feel of his soft firelocks in her hands, his freckled skin, and his long neck- everything about him. She wanted everything and so did he.
Hermione pulled away. Her head rested comfortably against his; his skin felt remarkably cool next to hers. Maybe it was just that hers was remarkably warm.
"What does this mean?" Hermione asked.
"Does everything have to have a meaning?" Ron teased and tugged her in again.
Hermione knew that it wasn't just lust. Lust couldn't have given her the feeling of completeness that Ron gave her. Lust couldn't give her the butterflies that fluttered every single time their eyes locked.
If she wanted lust, she could have McLaggen. But if she wanted something more, Ron was the answer.
Hermione knew what the answer to her question was: none. It was just she and Ron; space and time had gone away and so had everything else.
There just weren't enough moments like this in life.
Now wasn't that just cute? It made me go "Awww" when I wrote it! Yayer! I hope it makes you, my lovely reviewers of this piece of fluff, do the same!
So review to tell me if it did!
Prongs
P.S. Even if two people- besides Moony and Padfoot- don't know where the line "Right? Of course right!" I'll still update soon! I know what's going to happen to Minerva and Snape and you don't! Na-na-na-na boo-boo! Did anyone ever used to do that? I don't really remember doing it, but it's fun to say!
Prongs