Author's Note- I'm not sure how long I want to make this story, or if I want to add Lavender drama into it because it is 6th year... Tell me if you have any ideas!
"Yeah, I'll be up in five minutes! I just have to.. have to...," I said to my room mates headed to bed, but my head slowly bobbed down, softly colliding with my text books.
I woke up startled, stretching my sore back that had been twisted from sleeping sideways in the chair. I looked down at the essay and books in my lap and cursed myself for falling asleep. I knew the essay wasn't due until next week but I had a schedule all planned out. I scrambled for my pencil and started to scribble down sentences. Maybe if I worked fast, I could still finish my amount for tonight.
"Hermione, you should probably go to bed. It's late." I looked up, startled because I hadn't noticed anyone here before. My eyes began to adjust to the dimly lit room and I saw a flash of red hair.
"Ron, I'm old enough to know when I have to go to bed. What are you doing down here?" I asked, now able to see his face and body. He was sitting on the couch across from me, his pale freckled face almost glowing in the dark.
"I couldn't sleep. Thought I would see if there was anyone down here. I saw you and I thought I would stay, you know, to copy off your essay and such." He smirked and I rolled my eyes at him. "You really should take a break from the essay. It's nearly done and you still have a week. You should head up to bed."
"You're right, I guess, but I'm not very tired anymore." I got up and walked over to the couch, plopping down beside him. He put his arm around me and I nearly exploded, my stomach flipping every which way. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks and I prayed I wouldn't have another incident similar to Potions class.
"I'm not very tired either. I was having some bad dreams, don't really want to face them again," he said looking down.
"We could just talk, you know, about school or you could talk about your dreams if you want," I suggested.
He nodded and we talked. We talked about everything and anything. He told me about his struggles to compete with his siblings, I confessed my feelings of inadequacy. We talked and weren't timid. The only thing I kept locked away were my feelings for him. I wasn't ready for the inevitable rejection. I just wanted to enjoy this time where I felt we were truly connected. It was beautiful and wonderful. He occasionally stroke his fingers through my hair and wrapped it around his finger. After hours of confessions, I felt my eyes fluttered and I slowly fell asleep on his shoulder. Just as I was losing the last bit of consciousness, he kissed my head and whispered one last statement.
"Night, Hermione. Sleep well, love." I dreamed of magic the rest of the night. Not the magic that we're taught at Hogwarts, but heartfelt magic. The magic of falling in love.