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Chapter 20 ~ Up at the Confession Tower

Ron felt his heart was beating in a rapid, yet inhumanly rate. Beads of sweat formed around him pale forehead, as he walked quickly up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower. He gripped onto his bag full of sweets. In it, there were four chocolate frogs just for him, and a box of sugar quills for Hermione.

Hermione.

The thought of her made Ron's heart explode. It made him sweaty and anxious. He was about to go on a friend date with her, in a matter of seconds. For this special occasion, he wore his best pair of baggy jeans and a simple red shirt, that actually fitted him perfectly, unlike his hand-me-down clothing. Admittingly, Ron hated being poor. At the other hand, he was born in a loving family of gingers who stuck together thick and through. Well, not unless you're bloody Percy, that's for sure.

Wrapped in this thoughts, his lanky legs finally arrived made him to his destination. Every part of him was tepid and stiff. He was really doing this, for real. Taking a more casual demeanor and posture, he entered the mystical room. Their room was full of telescopes, big and small. As his eyes wandered around the room, it landed on a lonely figure at the balcony. The figure was staring out into the starry night full of sparkling stars in the deep midnight skies.

He slowly approached the figure, with anxiousness. His footsteps became louder because the figure turned around.

H-holy shit. She's bloody fanfuckingtastic, Ron said to himself as he stared at the breathtaking person in front of him. There she stood, looking gorgeous as ever! Ron's mouth involuntarily gasped a little.

"Late as ever.." She said playfully, with a smile. He responded with a lopsided grin.

"What can I say?" He shrugged. Hermione took out a big picnic mat just for the both of them, so they could stargaze at the unbelievable night. She signaled Ron into joining her to look at the midnight skies. Ron's ears turned a shade of pink from the offer he accepted from her. He felt his whole body stiffen and his heart was about to explode into fireworks.

I'm laying down with bloody, Hermione Granger, he said to himself clearly awestruck. After a brief glance at her face, he looked up at the perfect few of the twinkling stars.

"Beautiful isn't it? The moon." Ron commented at the big silver colored sphere glowing to the land under it.

"If I recalled, whenever the full moon was out, you'd stay up in your dormitory in the dark while the rest of as were outside stargazing," Hermione said to him. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, you know.. I was well-"

"Ashamed to look at the moon?"

He nodded his head in response and clear his throat.

"Whenever I look at the moon, it reminds me who I really am. It reminds me of being guilty, keeping a secret from my siblings and best friends." Ron paused for a bit and took a deep breath.

"It also reminds me of seeing you scared, because of me."

Hermione's eyes gazed upon the boy she's fancied, since their 2nd year. He's actually confessing to me, right now, Hermione said, amazed by Ron's courage in spilling out his insecurities of being a werewolf. Ron tried avoiding eye contact from his bushy haired friend, as her eyes were filled with concern, by staring at the sky.

"I know I transform into a werewolf, not by the full moon, but from not keeping my negative emotions in check, but still." He finished off his confession to her.

Feeling sympathetic, Hermione grabbed onto Ron's pale large hand. He squeezed her soft smooth hand gently, in response.

"When I saw you transform, I felt my world falling apart. I mean, I was proud my theory was true but," She paused. "I knew if it was true, I had to face the fact you were a werewolf all this time."

She continued on, as Ron listened to her with intent. "I heard you groaning in pain while whimpering in pain. I wanted to help you, but I couldn't stop panicking. When you looked at me with your unrecognizable dark blue eyes, I didn't know who you were anymore."

She started to sob a bit.

"I-I thought I lost you! I've never seen you act so violent before! I-I couldn't bare to see your eyes." A tear slipped from her right eye.

"The scariest part was, the thought of losing you."

Ron sat up pulling Hermione up with him. He embraced the fidgeting Hermione with bloodshot chocolate brown eyes. She buried her face in Ron's chest, crying away.

Ron laid his head on top of Hermione's pillow like hair. The scent of her hair was intoxicatingly addictive to him. He stroke her hair, hoping that'll comfort her.

"I'm sorry.." He whispered into her ears. Hermione responded with a sniff.

Seeing her so vulnerable made Ron more wary, than usual. It was like he had a task to protect her from whatever came in their way, even if he had to be the knight in the situation. The last time the both of them hugged like this was last year when they witnessed Buckbeak's fatal execution in front of their very eyes.

Her sobs reminded Ron back at their 1st year when he was the one who made her cry. Merlin, I'm the biggest prat out there, he said to himself, remembering the harm he had caused to Hermione.

After all his thinking, he felt something soft and squeezable on his chest. He looked down to see Hermione's breast against him. Shitshitshit. Think about spiders wearing knickers, think about spiders wearing knickers, he scolded himself. The last time he had an erection was when he asked Hermione to go on their friend date.

He remembered is brilliant wanking session, last night.

*INCOMING WANKING SCENE!*

After contemplating over the fact he was going to go out on a friend date with Hermione tomorrow, he remembered his current situation. He had to get rid of his throbbing erection.

Oh fuck, he cast the silencing charm and pulled down his pants. He pulled down his Chudley Cannons underwear to let the beast out. His ears turned pink at the sight of his erection. He spilled out profanities at the sight, lost in the thought of what Hermione would think about his situation at hand if she ever found out. She was the cause of the sexual tension.

Then, Ron started to think about Hermione seducing him. In his fantasy, she would moan in his ears, begging for more to him. Ron moaned in pleasure, as he started to pump his shaft in an erotic pace. He started to think about her swearing, just for him.

Oh fuck, Ron!

He thought it would be sexy as hell to hear her swear. Ron moaned out louder. He was ready. Ron finally let out his sexual frustration on his underwear for Hermione, the girl of his fantasies and the one he has fancied for quite a while.

He fell on his bed, panting nonstop. He carelessly threw his wet underwear in his drawer and got a new pair of his underwear. He collapsed on his bed, exhausted out.

Oh, bloody fuck!

That was the best wank he'd ever had, for quite a while.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Ron. It was nice talking to you." Hermione waved Ron goodbye and headed to her dormitory. Ron breathed a sigh with a smile.

I love you, Ron wanted to say to her.

This was a very successful friend date, indeed.

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