disclaimer: i do not own harry potter; the magnificent jkr does.
so anyway i got 5 reviews telling me to go on with the story so on with the story.
chapter 2: it's my fault
The next morning I woke up in the bed, set up in Ginny's room at the Burrow (Ron had invited me and Harry over for the summer). I sat up and the events of the day before flooded back to me and I smiled. Ron and I were going out. I had always pictured myself with Ron, but never thought he would ever return the feelings. I also remembered kissing Ron and never wanting to let him go.
I slowly got up from my bed and looked around. Ginny had already gone down to the kitchen to help her mum prepare breakfast. I changed and walked down the hall. At the top of the steps I saw Ron there waiting for me.
"Good morning." He said.
"Good morning." I said in return and kissed him.
I took his hand and we walked down to the kitchen together. Ron sat down at his usually place and I sat down next to him.
"So, 'Mione. How about we do a little practice today?"
"I thought you said ever other day?"
"I did, I just thought we could do a little practice today instead and then every other day after that."
"Ok." I agreed.
We ate breakfast quickly and decided we would have practice for a while and then we would have a walk by the lake in Ron's back yard; just the two of us for some little alone time.
Harry came out to try to help Ron teach me what to do. I knew I was afraid of heights and so did they, but I figured that I would have to get over my fear eventually, so I got back on the broom Ron lent me for the time being and kicked off. Ron and Harry shortly followed with the Quaffle.
"Ok, Hermione, we are going to teach you some moves so that you can score some goals." Ron stated holding the Quaffle in his right hand.
"Ok."
"Let's try the first couple moves with out the Quaffle and see how you do."
"Alright."
After about 45 minutes I could successfully do all 3 moves that the guys showed me. Now came the hard part. I had to do it with the Quaffle now and could only have one hand on my broom because my other one was clutching the Quaffle. I did the first move right, but Ron blocked it. I did it again and made it; the second move went right and the quaffle went right through Ron's arms and through the left hand hoop. The third one, which I had trouble with to begin with, I dropped the Quaffle and Harry, who retreived it, made a goal on the opposite end. He flew back over and tossed the Quaffle to me. I tried it again and this time, Ron blocked it. He blocked the next 3 and then on the 4th try I made it when Ron was looking for a fake, but didn't get one. I did a victory lap around the pitch that we had magicked there as a hologram. I stopped in front of Ron and then threw my arms up in the air and hugged him and gave him a quick thank you kiss. Harry who seemed satisfied with my inprovement went back inside the house to see Ginny.
"Let's see if you can do that twice." Ron smiled as he tossed me the Quaffle.
"Ok."
I did the move right and then, as Ron came out of a double twirl dive to try to protect the hoops, I scored again. I threw my hands up into the air and in all my excitement, I lost my balance and fell off my broom. Ron automatically stopped smiling and dove from a hundred feet in the air to try and stop me from hitting the ground. Just as I thought that he wouldn't make it in time, I felt someone put their arms around my middle and slowly lower me to the ground. I looked at him and smiled.
"Ron, you saved me."
"Yeah I guess I did."
"I know I'm afraid of heights, but I have to get over my fear." I picked up my broom which had fallen to the ground after I had. I got back on to the broom and took off again, Ron closely on my tail.
"Are you sure, 'Mione? I mean you just fell about a hundred feet to the ground."
"Yes I know but I have faith that you will catch me if I fall again." I say as I give him a quick kiss and return to practicing my moves with the quaffle.
"You never ceise to amaze me Hermione."
"Why thank you. I love surprising people."
Ron chuckled and resumed guarding the hoops. I made about half the shots I tempted, getting better with each shot and making Ron all flustered with so many goals getting passed him and almost making him fall off his broom (to my dismay).
"Ron, are you alright?"
"Yeah I"m fine. I think I will live."
"Ok."
"I do believe that I might have gotten a cut on my lip though. Would you like to kiss it and make it better for me?"
With that statement I realized that he almost fell on purpose just to get me to kiss him. I slapped him playfully on the arm.
"You know you could have just asked for a kiss, but since you've asked I guess I could kiss it and make it better." I leaned in slowly and kissed him as he kissed me back. We broke apart and he leaned in for more and instead of kissing him, I pushed him slightly backward, though I thought just a little harder than I had really wanted to do, and then quickly turned my broom and flew in the opposite direction. After a minute or so, I realized that Ron was not chasing me. I stopped and turned around to get a view of the whole pitch. I didn't see him anywhere and i didn't see his broom either. I looked up and he wasn't there and then I looked down and scanned the bottom of the pitch. There he was. He was lying and barely moving at about the center of the field. I guessed that he fell when I pushed him. He was sitting up and holding his leg with his hand. I flew straight to the ground and stood next to him. I could just feel his pain radiate through my body at the grimace he was making. I kneeled down next to him.
"Ron, are you Ok?"
"Only if you define 'OK' as agonizing pain." He whispered through gritted teeth. "Then I am 'OK.'"
I was deeply unimpressed by his joking manner at a time like this.
"Come On. We have to get you to Mrs. Weasley and St. Mungos."
I helped him up and helped him walk to the Burrow, using me as a crutch.
"Oww."
"Ron I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"For pushing you off of your broom."
"Don't blame yourself 'Mione."
"Why shouldn't I? It was my fault."
"It was as much of your fault as it was mine."
"Fine." Though I could have sworn he heard me say 'My fault' under my breath.
"Oh my god. What happened?" Molly exclaimed as soon as she saw Ron in his battered condition.
We sat down at the kitchen table and I propt Ron's hurt leg up on another chair.
"Well Ron was teaching me some quidditch moves and he fell off his broom when he was trying to save a goal. He saved it but fell off of his broom."
I think Mrs. Weasley knew I was lying, but didn't show it.
"Stay here and I will get a hold of St. Mungos to tell them that Ron will be showing up."
"Ok."
"Hermione?" Ron said after Mrs. Weasley left.
"What?"
"Since when do you lie? Why did you?"
"I did it because I didn't know if your mom would be happy with me going out with you or not and because I didn't think she would want to know the real story. The way you tricked me into kissing you. You play so dirty."
"I know." He leaned in slowly and was waiting for a kiss. He opened his eyes again when he didn't recieve a response from me.
"Remember what happened the last time we kissed?"
"No, actually I don't. Could you refresh my memory for me?"
I playfully slapped him in the arm. I leaned waiting for a kiss but didn't get one. I opened my eyes.
"Remember what happened the last time we kissed?" He said, trying his best to imitate my voice.
"Yes, actually I do unlike you."
He laughed and I kissed him and he kissed me back. We didn't break apart until we heard Mrs. Weasley's footsteps get closer to the kitchen.
"I just contacted St. Mungos and they said they had enough room for him, so we can leave now." She said.
so what did you think of chapter 2?i know it's short.hopefully i can make the next one longer.anyway.i will need at least 5 reviews--scratch that--good reviews (constructive critisism allowed (they will count), flames also allowed but they will not count, so sorry).once i get 5 good reviews then i will up date.bye bye.
