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Ron woke up wet in Hermione's room with a headache. He was on Hermione's bed and she was pacing around her room. She was the only on there. She still had the dress on and if it was possible she looked better than she had the moment she walked down the stairs. He thought of telling her all the feelings that he felt for her, and her telling him all the things he wanted to hear. He thought of their lives together. She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed he was awake.
"Oh good, I was beginning to think you'd never wake up," she said and he still hadn't snapped out of his reverie. "Are you alright? Ron, what's wrong?" He finally broke his daydream.
"Oh, nothing. So, what happened?" he asked. She laughed then blushed a faint pink.
"Nothing important, you just fainted." she said with a laugh. He blushed crimson this time, she laughed at this. "So what do you want to do today? We can watch movies, we can go to the beach, we can all go to an amusement park, or we can just stay here and play games in the house. Your choice, since you're my guest." Ron nodded, she laughed.
"Anything as long as I'm with you-", she blushed at this. "-You guys. Anything as long as I'm
With you guys." Hermione laughed as he explained this.
"Ron, I know what you meant." Hermione said slowly.
"What time is it?" He asked trying to change the subject.
"3am, you've only been out for two hours." Hermione explained. Ron nodded.
"Where is everybody and why aren't you sleeping?" he questioned. Hermione raised her perfectly arched eyebrow at him.
" Well Krysta is in your bed and Harry and Ginny are in his." Hermione explained. Ron nodded. He didn't mind Harry and Ginny being together, he knew that because they were best mates Harry wouldn't cross the line, and he knew how much they loved each other.
"And why aren't you sleeping?" he asked. Hermione looked at him then her cheeks tinted. He didn't notice. She stayed silent for a while.
"You either fainted or blacked out, and like I said, I was beginning to think you'd never wake up. Plus, most people wake up instantly after they get hit with water. We dumped cold water on you, like, three times. I was just making sure you woke up." Hermione rambled. "Why did you drink so much anyway?" Hermione continued questioningly. Ron laughed.
"Hermione, you're rambling." Hermione blushed. "And I didn't drink anything but one muggle drink last night, I spent the whole night dancing with you. Just tell me the real reason that you're awake." he said watching her bite her lip. He noticed that she always bit her lip when she was either thinking or about to lie. She sighed then turned to him.
"What do you remember- from last night, I mean?" she asked looking him in the eye. He sighed.
"I remember everything up to when we got back to your house." Hermione sighed, Ron could tell it was a sigh of relief. Then she got up. "Where are you going?" he asked. She went to her drawer. She pulled out black cotton pajamas with pink poodles all over them.
"Oh, I'm going to bathroom to change. What happened, do you feel okay?" He sat up then nodded. She went in the bathroom then came out five minutes later. When he saw her his heart rate sped up. The pajama bottoms were loose, but the pajama top was regular t-shirt style that fit her perfectly. To him she looked beautiful no matter what she wore and that was the proof. Her hair was still in its elegant curls, but instead of swept up and a part of it twisted, it was in a regular ponytail. He broke out of his trance when she spoke.
"Move over, wanker." she said while laughing. He turned to her, giving her a questioning look.
"Your in my bed, and its also the biggest bed in the room, and I need it, because I'm a horrible sleeper-" But she was cut off.
"Hermione, you're rambling. Merlin knows, were best mates and all, but the rambling is annoying." he said laughing.
"Yes, Ronald. But that doesn't change the fact that you're still on my side of the bed." she retorted. He laughed, and moved over. When they were both comfortable, he spoke.
"So, are you going to keep the hair?" She shrugged. "I think you should keep it." She laughed.
"Why? It makes me look fake. And I don't like the attention that I'm getting. I mean, I've gotten the wolf whistles before, but, not every corner that I turn. People are stupid when it comes to things like that. Honestly, to society, I look better this way. But real people wouldn't care how I look, I'd rather have people like me because of who I am and not what I look like. I'll bet that all of those guys who offered to buy me drinks, don't even care that my best friends are almost the only family that I have. Or that-" She was cut off by Ron laughing. She turned and rested her head on her hand. She raised her eyebrow at him. "What is so funny?"
"You." he said simply after calming down. She looked questioningly at him. "You're rambling like you're nervous. And just so you know-" he said leaning over her to turn off the lamp on her side of the bed, when he finally turned it off he continued. "-I love everything about you." he finished leaning down towards her. "Oh my God, I love you", he thought. "Oh my God, he's gonna kiss me. I love him soooo much.", she thought. He leaned in and brushed his lips over her forehead and then her nose. "G'night, Hermione", he said as he laid down, then popped back up and kissed her on the cheek. She laughed.
"Yeah, sure. You mean good morning, Ronald", she replied as she kissed him on the cheek. Just as she kissed him a she heard a thunder clap. She gasped. "Ron, true or false, I just heard thunder?" Ron laughed.
"True." She gasped, whimpered, then gave a nervous chuckle.
"Ron, true or false, I'm afraid of thunder?" Ron laughed again.
"Very true. In second year you came to my dorm in the middle of the night, asking if I would hold you for the night." he said laughing. She gave a nervous chuckle.
"Ron, true or false, I'm going to do that again tonight?" He was still laughing until that moment. Then he gulped. "Ron please, I'm scared. Thunderstorms have been the best and the worst for me since forever. Whenever I was little and there was a thunderstorm, that's when I saw signs of my powers. When I was five my whole room shook and everything glass in the house shattered. Please I'm scared, and what are you saying no for. We're best friends, I'd at least think you'd do this for me. For get it." and with that she turned her back to him and curled into a ball. She was now jumping at any sign of thunder.
He wanted to do it, but he couldn't be that close to her without kissing her and knowing that she wanted him to be more than her friend. But he couldn't let her down like that. He knew that she was deathly afraid of thunderstorms. He knew that they were friends. He didn't know what to do, so he did what he thought was right. He pulled her close to him and kissed her cheek. He felt it odd to be so close to her. He felt it odd that their bodies fit together perfectly, and he felt it odd that she was shivering while they were under the blanket together cuddling. He wondered what was going through her mind.
She wondered why he was acting so nervous. She knew he didn't like her that way, and that was why he blacked out the fact that she went to him for the snog session. She just wanted to be close to him, she wanted him to look at her the way Harry looked at Ginny. And she wanted him to be with her. She found it odd that his heart rate sped up as soon as her back touched his chest. She wanted to be with him, and she knew that she never would. With that she cried herself to sleep, hoping that they at least remained friends.
The next morning she woke up in Ron's arms and decided not to wake him, so she went back to sleep. She woke up two hours later alone instead of still in Ron's arms. She saw the clock and jumped up. It was 2:45. She ran to her closet and picked out one of the other outfits that Ginny bought her. It was a cut black jean skirt, a white skull and crossbones jean belt, white uptowns, a white spaghetti strap shirt that exposed her belly button ring, and a short black jean jacket. She went to the bathroom took a shower, brushed her teeth washed her face, and got dressed. When she got downstairs she saw an owl at the window. She opened the window and the owl dropped fourth letters in the window. Two regular white envelopes and two red envelopes with pink hearts all over them. When Hermione turned them to see who they were for she was angry, shocked and disgusted.
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