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sorry i haven't updated in a while.i have been busy.i did get 5 'good' reviews so thank u all.
i went 2 c the movie on the 18th.it was so totally awesome.it was the greatest.my friend brittany came with me, my mom and aunt and i swear that she was literally drooling by the time dan was out of the bathtub.anyhoo.on with it.
'stomach knots'
"How is he, sir." Mrs. Weasley asked frantically as she peeked around and behind the healer to see if she could get a glimpse of her son.
"He'll be fine, ma'am. He just fractured his leg. He'll live, though he will have to stay in a cast for a few weeks. Our magic will help it heal quick though. You and this young lady may go in to see him now." The healer motioned to me.
"Thank you." I said though Molly rushed past him to see Ron. "Please excuse her. She gets really frantic when something like this happens."
"No problem, we get this alot." And with that, the healer left.
I slowly walked in and shut the door behind me. Molly was having a fit and trying to make Ron as comfortable as possible. She would walk around his bed fluffing his pillows and fixing his blanket, muttering about how the healers should make the patient feel more at home and making the pillows fluff more and such things like that.
"Mum, I'm fine. Please stop. Have Harry and Ginny found out yet?" Ron asked, trying to get his mother to stop for just 2 seconds.
"No they don't. They disapparated to the store right before you and Hermione came in. I'll go owl them. They should be home by now. I'll be right back." Molly scurried out of the room, closing the door quite loudly behind her.
I started to walk over to the wall where there was a chair for me to pull over to sit by him, but he motioned me to sit next to him on the bed.
"I'm sorry." I say again, as I sit next to him, not wanting to look him in the eye.
He propped himself up on an elbow. "Mione, for the millionth time, this is as much your fault as it is mine." He took my hand in his. "Look at me." He demanded. I obeyed. "Now, tell me this isn't your fault."
"But, R-"
"No 'buts.' Tell me."
I put my head down again. "It isn't my fault." I whispered.
"Good, now look me in the eye and tell me."
I look up into his eyes and now realize why I want to blame myself so much for this. I really and truelly care about him. I think I might love him. I feel my stomach twist into a know. "It isn't my fault." Though deep down I know that it actually is, but just don't want to argue.
"Good." I lean down and rest my forehead on his as I take his other hand in mine. "So we've finally come to an understanding. Probably one of our first this summer." I chuckle slightly as he cracks a grin.
I lift my head slightly and look into his eyes again. I feel my stomach twist into a knot once more. I lean into him and press my lips softly onto his and feel him kiss me back. In that moment it felt like nothing could ever go wrong in the world and nothing bad could ever happen.
"What's going on here?" A voice from the doorway says, quite shocked and partly amused.
Did I just say nothing bad could ever happen? Ron and I spring apart and I reluctantly let his hands go and stood up as Molly Weasley made her way across the room to stare at us, quite amused I might add.
"Nothing." I said rather to quickly.
"Didn't look like nothing to me. Let me guess. You didn't fall off of your broom saving a goal, did you Ron?" Molly asked, staring her son down.
"No, mum." Ron said looking away and suddenly finding the woodwork on the floor quite interesting.
"That's what I thought." Molly said in a soft voice. "What actually did happen, Hermione?"
I looked up at aknowledgment and felt Molly's eyes bore into mine. "Well we actually were on the brooms. He actually did almost fall after saving a goal, but that wasn't the reason he did fall." I said quietly and slowly.
"How did he fall?"
I took a deep breath. "I went to make a goal and he got it, but almost fell off. Then he faked a cut on his lip to get me to kiss him and I did and then I pushed him, a little harder than I wanted to though, and I flew in the other direction; you know kind of like tag and when I turned around he was on the ground." I said this all in one very quick breath though I'm pretty sure Molly caught all of it.
"Oh." Molly had a blank expression on her face and then turned to Ron in a rage of fury. "Ronald Weasley, how dare you try and trick Hermione into kissing you. I mean, I know you've fancied her since like first year, but you just can't trick her into kissing you. You-"
"Molly..."
"can't"
"Molly..."
"be"
"MOLLY." I finally scream to get her attention.
"Yes, Hermione?" She said after turning around and putting on a very relaxed and calm facial expression and voice.
I've always wondered how mothers can do that; you know go from yelling at you to an extremely calm voice, but restain from asking. "Ron and I are going out so it is ok that he did that."
"Yeah well-" She got all fired up again. "You and Ron are going out?" She asked calmly.
"Yes." I said regretting that I even said that, knowing that she is going to hug the stuffing out of me.
She remained calm for a second and then went into a paroxysm of happiness. "Hermione!" She said, pulling me into a bone crushing Mrs. Weasley hug. Did I call that one or what?
"Mum, let go of her. I think she's turning blue." Ron said, bringing Molly back to reality. She just then remembered that he was in the room. She then turned on him as I rubbed the back of my neck where her bracelet had cut in.
"Oh, Ronald." She said throwing her arms around him and squeezing him in the same hug as she had me pinned in. "My youngest boy has a girlfriend. Oh."
"Mum, mum. Please. . . gerroffme."
"Molly, he's injured, remember and I think you might be cutting off circulation." I said looking at Ron and Molly and feel a my stomach twist into a knot once more.
"Oh sorry dear."
"It's alright mum." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck where his mum's bracelet had cut in.
"I have to go tell Arther. Are you two ok here alone?"
We both nodded our heads and watched her disapparate.
"So." I said sitting down next to him and taking his hand once again in mine. "Have you actually fancied me since first year?"
"I was hoping you would forget she said that, but yes I have." He said as his ears started to turn his hair color.
"So have I."
"You've actually fancied me that long?"
"Yep."
"Why'd you go for me though. Why didn't you go for someone famous and good looking and great at quidditch like Harry or Vicky. Not that I'm not grateful for you being with me, but why?" He said laughing at the name Vicky.
"Don't call him that." I said, laughing along with him. "I don't know." I said more seriously to him. "I just don't know. And you are good at quidditch and you are pretty good looking." He grinned at me and I rested my forehead against his.
"What about the famous part? Why not someone famous?"
"I don't know. If it counts any, you're famous in my book."
"It does, but that was extremely corny, Mione." He said chuckling.
"I know. It was very potatoey (a/n. inside joke) wasn't it?" I said laughing, as I leaned down to kiss him.
sssoooo...what'd u think?personally i liked this chapter.
ok, question for u people.have ur parents, probably ur mom though, ever been yelling at u and then the phone will ring and then they will have this nice angelish voice on?i have always wondered how my mom can do that.my dad can't, but my mom definitely can.how about ur parents?bye bye.i gots to go.
hey rachel, used a vocab. word in my story.haha.
