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Chapter 4: The Visit
Hermione cracked one eye open slowly to see blazing sunlight breaking its way through her windows. She moaned in pain as the light made her head ache even more than it did already. She instantly regretted her decision to drink her sorrows away. She gradually pulled herself up from her couch where she'd fallen asleep. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was ten thirty in the morning.
She rubbed her temples as she stumbled to the bathroom. Her head was painfully throbbing. She winced as she turned on the light. She stood in front of the mirror looking at her reflection. She frowned at her own appearance. Her eyes looked like she hadn't slept in days and her hair was mess. She was in the same clothes that she'd worn the day before and she felt dirty. She sighed and turned on her shower.
After pulling off her clothes she got into her shower. The hot water felt so good as it beat against her skin. She twisted around so it hit every inch of her. She closed her eyes and Ron popped into her mind again. This time it was the image of him that day she saw him in the shower. She wished he was with her now. She traveled slowly down every inch of Ron's wet body in her mind. She leaned against the wall of the shower as the feeling of arousal reached her. She heard a distant knocking on her door. She sighed, turned off the water, and got out.
She pulled a towel around herself and ran to the door. She pulled it open without thinking and saw Ron standing in the doorway. She noticed that his eyes widened when he saw her. She saw his eyes raking up and down her body.
"Hi," she said moving aside so he could enter.
"Hey," he replied staring at her. She knew he was looking at her because she was in a towel. She felt awkward but she couldn't help but think that she wanted him to look at her.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked raising an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah…why?"
"You look bloody awful," he said.
"Gee, thanks," she replied. Oh, no! she cursed herself. Do I really look that bad! "Sorry," she said. "I was in the shower. Can you wait a sec while I finish?"
"Uh…yeah," he answered. He went over and sat on the couch.
Hermione went back in the bathroom. She hurriedly finished her shower and pulled on her clothes. She glanced in the mirror. She wished she had time to fix herself up but she didn't want to keep Ron waiting. She sighed and entered her living room again. Ron looked up at her and smiled.
Butterflies filled her stomach as she smiled back. She walked over and sat down beside him on the couch. They didn't say anything for a while until Ron reached over and tugged gently on a lock of Hermione's curly brown hair.
"You're leaving it wet?" he asked.
"Eh…" she replied. "I didn't feel like messing with it. Why?"
"Don't remember ever seeing your hair wet before," he said. "Well, except in fourth year at Hogwarts after Harry's second task in the Triwizard Tournament."
"Why would that be something you remember?" she asked, laughing slightly. "Of that whole ordeal, the thing you remember is the fact that my hair was wet?"
"Well…" he smiled. "You're clothes were wet too, you know."
She playfully hit him on the arm but she was grinning broadly. He laughed and said, "Oh, is that supposed to hurt?"
"You know it did," she laughed.
"Yeah, you really think so huh?"
"Yeah!" she squealed as he leaned over and grabbed her hands. Her heart fluttered. She tried to pull her arms out of his (though truthfully she wanted to keep them there forever) but it was no use. He was much stronger than she was.
This is so childish! she scolded herself as she laughed with him. He was now leaning on top of her. Just kiss him…just do it. It's now or never. Just kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him now!
Without another thought she pulled her head up while her hands were still in Ron's grasp and connected their lips. At first Ron seemed surprised by the action. She could tell this because he seemed to have frozen and his grip on her had loosened almost completely. She pulled away to see how he would react. He looked into her eyes for a moment. She did nothing but stare into his deep blue eyes back. She wasn't even sure she was breathing.
She saw him swallow hard as he looked at her. "Wh…what was that for?" he asked nervously.
She could already see him turning red in the face. "I just felt like doing it," she replied. She realized she was still laying under him but she wasn't sure if now was a good time to move.
Ron looked as though he was about to say something but he stopped and shut his mouth. Hermione heaved a sigh of desperation because she thought Ron was going to get up and leave. But to her astonishment he didn't. He leaned down and hungrily kissed her back. She opened her mouth and felt his tongue slip in. Inside her body she felt things she'd never felt before in her entire life. She felt so many emotions at once that she didn't know whether she was supposed to laugh or cry or scream.
He massaged her tongue softly and she felt herself relax into the couch. Ron let go of her hands and slid them under her back. She brought hers up to his neck and pushed them into his red hair. She couldn't believe she was actually kissing him. The thing she'd dreamt about and desired for so long was really happening.
She deepened the kiss almost to the point where it became hungry. Suddenly, Ron pulled away.
She looked at him confused. "What? What is it?"
"I…I shouldn't be doing this," he answered. He sat up on the couch and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I…I have somewhat of a girlfriend Hermione."
"What!" Hermione screamed jumping up. The glare she was giving him could burned a whole through him and the far wall. She was now feeling a bunch of other feelings at the same time but they gave her very different sensations. She gritted her teeth in her and anger and repeated, "What? You…who?"
"Tabitha…"
"But you just started seeing her!" Hermione yelled. "Didn't you like just meet her?"
"Well, not just," Ron corrected. "And I didn't say it was official. But I don't think it's right for me to be doing this with you when she thinks…"
"I think you should leave," Hermione interrupted as calmly as she could.
Ron just gazed at her for a moment. It looked like he was about to say something but then seemed to decide against it. He got up and walked toward her door. When he reached it he turned around and looked at her again.
"I'm really, really sorry, Hermione," he said. She could tell he meant it by the look on his face. But she couldn't help but be angry. She was too hurt to forgive him.
She could feel her lower lip quivering as she tried not to cry. She knew it was ridiculous. She leaned over and twisted the doorknob. As she pulled the door open she looked away from him at the floor. She heard him sigh as he walked out the door. She pushed the door closed and let it slam loudly. She collapsed onto her couch and buried her face in one of the cushions.
The next day Hermione entered her apartment after working at the shop. Ron hadn't been there that day, which made her both upset and relieved. It wasn't that big of a deal because there hadn't been that much business. But she was upset because she felt he should be more responsible. She was relieved because she knew it would probably be awkward when she did see him and putting it off just seemed easier than going ahead and getting it over with.
When she entered her apartment she was startled because someone was sitting on her couch. That someone was her mother.
"Mum!" Hermione gasped, putting her purse and keys on the counter. "What are you doing here?"
"What's wrong with you?" her mother asked calmly and with concern.
"What do you mean?" Hermione questioned.
"You haven't written me in a while," she answered as she got up and stood next to her daughter.
Hermione sighed in frustration. "I'm sorry, Mum," she said. "I've been really busy."
"Don't give me that," Mrs. Granger said. "I don't have to be a witch to know when there's something wrong with my own daughter. Now, what's wrong? Is it work? Is it your friends? Is it a man?" Hermione raised her eyebrows at the last guess. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere. See, I didn't even know you had a boyfriend."
"I don't have a boyfriend," Hermione said with a tone of annoyance. "It's just…"
"What?"
"I'm having feelings for a certain person," she said quickly. She walked with her mother over to the couch and sat down. Sadness seeped through Hermione as she remembered she and Ron had been kissing in that very spot.
"Oh?" said Mrs. Granger. "Who? Is it Ronald?"
"How could you possibly know that?" Hermione yelled astonished.
"Oh, come now, Hermione," Mrs. Granger laughed. "I've known you two have had a crush on each other since you were a teenager! The way you talked about him constantly and that summer he and Harry came over for a week, you could just tell it."
"Well, it seems I'm the only one with a crush," she said looking down.
"Oh, I doubt that."
"Well, Ron has a girlfriend now so…"
"Honey," Mrs. Granger began putting her hand on her daughters. "Believe me, that boy is crazy about you."
Hermione averted her eyes. Mrs. Granger got up and smiled sympathetically. "Things will work out fine, Hermione. I wish I could stay but I've got to go make dinner for your father." She bent down and kissed Hermione's forehead. "Remember to write me. And please think about getting a phone. It would be so much easier to keep in touch. I love you."
"I love you too," she said. She watched her mother walk out the door. She sat on the couch for a moment letting her thoughts wander. She abruptly jumped up and ran out the door. When she got out of the building she Apparated a few blocks down to where Ron lived.
She reached Ron's apartment door and paused. Taking a deep breath she raised her hand and knocked.
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