Chapter TwoRed Handed
"Do we really have to tell him now?" Hermione whispered as we tiptoed to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Love, yes, if we go on, he'll discover," I sighed. Looking into Hermione's eyes, filled with sorrow, I thought, boy does she think of herself? No, its always, "Oh it would hurt them." or "Is he okay?"
For the past month, we have been having secret snogging sessions in between classes. Holding hands was out of the question, at least for now.
"I guess it would be far worse if he found out by himself," There goes Hermione again, only thinking of everyone else.
One night that I will always remember, the night of the Yule Ball, Hermione put herself first. She had an elegant, and quiet seductive, might I add, blue dress. She turned her normally bushy brown hair into silky ringlets of curls. She was stunning, absolutely the best looking girl there. She no longer looked like my little brother's best friend, and crush since first year, but a stunning, sexy young lady. I couldn't believe I hadn't realized it before, but Hermione was beautiful.
After a couple 'detours' aka snogging sessions, we finally made it to the top of the moving staircases and started to snog when I saw Ron coming from the Fat Lady Portrait startled at what he found.
"Oh Shit!" I whispered as I broke away from Hermione.
"Huh? What?" asked a confused Hermione.
"Ron."
"Is this another one of your jokes?" Hermione asked, hoping it was.
"Nuh-uh, I better get going."
"Um… I don't think-" Hermione started.
"That's right, don't think, at least for now," I cut in.
George came out of the Common Room to 'talk' to Fred. "See ya, Herm," Fred shot an apologizing glance.
"Bye Fred, George," Hermione said, with a hint of apology in her voice. Damn that girl. She made me fall; something no one thought would ever happen to me. I mean, I was supposed to be WWWW's (World Wide Wizarding World) most eligible bachelor next year, once I was done with school. Instead, I fell hard and fast.