It was Christmas Eve, the huge party that had taken place just minutes
before had finally died down and everybody was filing up the stairs,
everyone that is except one, and his name was Ron Weasley.
Lying under the enormous Christmas tree in the Gryffindor
common room was where you would find him, gently humming a song he'd
heard earlier that night at the party, though seemingly thinking about
something very hard. And that thing was Hermione Granger.
His mind was racing, why hadn't he asked her to dance when
he had the chance? Well that one was easy...he hadn't wanted to make a
fool of himself, so he laughed and joked and enjoyed the party with
everybody else. He could still visualize her laughing after he'd told
that extremely obnoxious joke Fred -or maybe it was George-had told
him. It was so stupid but she had laughed anyways, she was a true
friend.... too bad.
Everybody already knew Ron had liked Hermione since the
Yule Ball in fourth year, he'd just been too much of a prat to tell
her. He was seriously debating whether or not to risk the girls'
staircase to wake her up, to tell her how he felt...that is until he
heard the stairs leading to the girls dormitories creak and he saw a
very tired yet all around happy Hermione descending them.
"Hermione?" he asked, shaken from his thoughts, "what are
you doing up?"
"I should be asking you the same thing," she said in her
regular half amused half annoyed manner, "as a matter of fact I think
I will, what are you doing up at-" she paused for a moment to look at
the clock hanging above the mantle "- 12:30 at night?"
"Thinking." He said in a bored yet amused tone.
"Thinking?" she asked her hands on her hips. He nodded.
"Thinking of what may I ask?"
He looked at her as if pondering if he should tell her or
wait, he decided to wait. "No you may not," he responded instead with
a bossy tone that sounded almost exactly like her, "but if wouldn't
bother you too much you could keep me company under this lovely tree."
She looked at his quizzically, "-under- the tree?" she asked. He
nodded yet again, "why in the world are you -under- the tree?"
He shrugged but said in an almost shy voice, "Promise not
to laugh?"
"Of course Ron, why would I laugh?" she asked, obviously
puzzled as to why he's ask her such an absurd thing as that.
"Okay when I was younger dad always told me not to lie
under the tree because it would fall over on me, but I never listened
because, now don't laugh, because I always thought the lights were
prettier from-under- the tree." That's when heard Hermione snort.
"Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ron, I-" but she never got to finish her sentence
because Ron had tackled her. "Ron! What are you doing?!" she tried to
sound angry but her giggles quickly over shadowed it. Then, she
stopped giggling, he stopped tickling, the whole world seemed to have
stopped.
They were so close, if he just shifted a little to his
right- but just then the house elves decided it'd be a nice time to
start playing the Christmas music that played throughout the castle
during the break.
Ron jumped off her and held out his hand to help her up,
blushing from head to foot. Then he started listening to the song that
was playing, it was -that- song, that damned muggle song he'd had in
his head earlier. With the thought that this may be his only chance he
decided he might as well go for it.
"Hermione." She looked up from the floor with the sound of
her name.
"Yea?" she said kind of shyly
"You-you want to dance?" he asked unsurely hoping she'd
say yes.
"Sure Ron," she said, a smile gracing her features, "this
is my favorite Christmas song."
He smiled and closed the space between them, his hands
automatically going to her waist and hers to his neck. She laid her
head on his shoulder and he took in the soft sent of her now non-
bushy, hair as they swayed to the rhythm of the song.
It's that time of year
Christmas is here
everybody's back together again
Spreading the joy
Spreading the cheer
Toasting to another year's end
So thankful for
All of my friends
Oh.
When the party is over
the night's just begun
I promise the best part is
yet to come
slow dance together
two become one
that's what we've waited all day for
As the song went on Ron realized just why he'd gotten this
particular song caught in his mind, that's what he wanted for he and
Hermione. And that's what he was getting.
no one else but me and you
nothin i would rather do
than hold you all through the night under my tree
bring along the mistletoe
keep the music nice and low
I'll show how good it could be
i wish that Santa could be here to see
it's beautiful under my tree
Hermione stopped dancing and Ron looked down at her,
wondering what was wrong. She had a smile on her face that must have
been contagious because he found himself smiling too. They stood there
just barely swaying to the music any more when he heard her say
something he never thought he'd hear her say, at least not towards
him,
I love you Ron." She said with incredible ease, and before
he had time to respond her lips were on his and his mind went
blissfully blank.
the fire's aglow
we've got Nat King Cole
singing us a song from his heart
sleigh bells and snow
makes us feel close
to the stars
when the carols are sung
and the fire has died
the embers still burns with the love in our eyes
cherish the moment
savor the night
that's what we've waited all day for
No one else but me and you
Nothin i would rather do
than hold you all through the night under my tree
bring along the mistletoe
keep the music nice and low
I'll show you how good it could be
i wish that Santa could be here to see
it's beautiful under my tree
They broke apart, both with awkward, goofy grins on their
faces. "I love you too Hermione." He said and her smile got bigger.
"Now would you do me the pleasure of looking at the Christmas lights
with me....from-under- the tree?" he asked, amazingly not nervous at
all, which even surprised him.
"Of course," she said, laughing a bit as they made their
way to lie under the tree. Once there she noticed that the lights-were-
prettier from this point of view, or maybe that was just the
closeness of Ron's warm body and his large slightly calloused hand
holding her smooth rather smaller one, either way she could definitely
say this Christmas had been her favorite.
no one but me
no one but you
sweet rendezvous
under my tree
no one but me
no one but you
when the party is over
the night's just begun
i promise the best part is
yet to come
slow dance together
two become one
that's what we've waited all day for
After lying there for quite sometime and sharing all the
things they'd been keeping from each other, a few more kisses and a
thousand laughing -I love you-s they finally fell asleep -under- the
Christmas tree.
no one else but me and you
nothin i would rather do
than make all your dreams come true
under my tree
such a cozy rendezvous
just relax, enjoy the view
I'll show you how good it could be
i wish that Santa could be here to see
it's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
under my tree.
Disclaimer: Okay before any of you have hissy-fits!! I don't own anything but the plot....probably not even that. And I DO NOT own N*SYNC'S Under My Tree! Well....you see that button down there?? Push it! Go On you know you want to!! I'll give ya a kiss! Okay maybe not but I'll be forever great full!
Lying under the enormous Christmas tree in the Gryffindor
common room was where you would find him, gently humming a song he'd
heard earlier that night at the party, though seemingly thinking about
something very hard. And that thing was Hermione Granger.
His mind was racing, why hadn't he asked her to dance when
he had the chance? Well that one was easy...he hadn't wanted to make a
fool of himself, so he laughed and joked and enjoyed the party with
everybody else. He could still visualize her laughing after he'd told
that extremely obnoxious joke Fred -or maybe it was George-had told
him. It was so stupid but she had laughed anyways, she was a true
friend.... too bad.
Everybody already knew Ron had liked Hermione since the
Yule Ball in fourth year, he'd just been too much of a prat to tell
her. He was seriously debating whether or not to risk the girls'
staircase to wake her up, to tell her how he felt...that is until he
heard the stairs leading to the girls dormitories creak and he saw a
very tired yet all around happy Hermione descending them.
"Hermione?" he asked, shaken from his thoughts, "what are
you doing up?"
"I should be asking you the same thing," she said in her
regular half amused half annoyed manner, "as a matter of fact I think
I will, what are you doing up at-" she paused for a moment to look at
the clock hanging above the mantle "- 12:30 at night?"
"Thinking." He said in a bored yet amused tone.
"Thinking?" she asked her hands on her hips. He nodded.
"Thinking of what may I ask?"
He looked at her as if pondering if he should tell her or
wait, he decided to wait. "No you may not," he responded instead with
a bossy tone that sounded almost exactly like her, "but if wouldn't
bother you too much you could keep me company under this lovely tree."
She looked at his quizzically, "-under- the tree?" she asked. He
nodded yet again, "why in the world are you -under- the tree?"
He shrugged but said in an almost shy voice, "Promise not
to laugh?"
"Of course Ron, why would I laugh?" she asked, obviously
puzzled as to why he's ask her such an absurd thing as that.
"Okay when I was younger dad always told me not to lie
under the tree because it would fall over on me, but I never listened
because, now don't laugh, because I always thought the lights were
prettier from-under- the tree." That's when heard Hermione snort.
"Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ron, I-" but she never got to finish her sentence
because Ron had tackled her. "Ron! What are you doing?!" she tried to
sound angry but her giggles quickly over shadowed it. Then, she
stopped giggling, he stopped tickling, the whole world seemed to have
stopped.
They were so close, if he just shifted a little to his
right- but just then the house elves decided it'd be a nice time to
start playing the Christmas music that played throughout the castle
during the break.
Ron jumped off her and held out his hand to help her up,
blushing from head to foot. Then he started listening to the song that
was playing, it was -that- song, that damned muggle song he'd had in
his head earlier. With the thought that this may be his only chance he
decided he might as well go for it.
"Hermione." She looked up from the floor with the sound of
her name.
"Yea?" she said kind of shyly
"You-you want to dance?" he asked unsurely hoping she'd
say yes.
"Sure Ron," she said, a smile gracing her features, "this
is my favorite Christmas song."
He smiled and closed the space between them, his hands
automatically going to her waist and hers to his neck. She laid her
head on his shoulder and he took in the soft sent of her now non-
bushy, hair as they swayed to the rhythm of the song.
It's that time of year
Christmas is here
everybody's back together again
Spreading the joy
Spreading the cheer
Toasting to another year's end
So thankful for
All of my friends
Oh.
When the party is over
the night's just begun
I promise the best part is
yet to come
slow dance together
two become one
that's what we've waited all day for
As the song went on Ron realized just why he'd gotten this
particular song caught in his mind, that's what he wanted for he and
Hermione. And that's what he was getting.
no one else but me and you
nothin i would rather do
than hold you all through the night under my tree
bring along the mistletoe
keep the music nice and low
I'll show how good it could be
i wish that Santa could be here to see
it's beautiful under my tree
Hermione stopped dancing and Ron looked down at her,
wondering what was wrong. She had a smile on her face that must have
been contagious because he found himself smiling too. They stood there
just barely swaying to the music any more when he heard her say
something he never thought he'd hear her say, at least not towards
him,
I love you Ron." She said with incredible ease, and before
he had time to respond her lips were on his and his mind went
blissfully blank.
the fire's aglow
we've got Nat King Cole
singing us a song from his heart
sleigh bells and snow
makes us feel close
to the stars
when the carols are sung
and the fire has died
the embers still burns with the love in our eyes
cherish the moment
savor the night
that's what we've waited all day for
No one else but me and you
Nothin i would rather do
than hold you all through the night under my tree
bring along the mistletoe
keep the music nice and low
I'll show you how good it could be
i wish that Santa could be here to see
it's beautiful under my tree
They broke apart, both with awkward, goofy grins on their
faces. "I love you too Hermione." He said and her smile got bigger.
"Now would you do me the pleasure of looking at the Christmas lights
with me....from-under- the tree?" he asked, amazingly not nervous at
all, which even surprised him.
"Of course," she said, laughing a bit as they made their
way to lie under the tree. Once there she noticed that the lights-were-
prettier from this point of view, or maybe that was just the
closeness of Ron's warm body and his large slightly calloused hand
holding her smooth rather smaller one, either way she could definitely
say this Christmas had been her favorite.
no one but me
no one but you
sweet rendezvous
under my tree
no one but me
no one but you
when the party is over
the night's just begun
i promise the best part is
yet to come
slow dance together
two become one
that's what we've waited all day for
After lying there for quite sometime and sharing all the
things they'd been keeping from each other, a few more kisses and a
thousand laughing -I love you-s they finally fell asleep -under- the
Christmas tree.
no one else but me and you
nothin i would rather do
than make all your dreams come true
under my tree
such a cozy rendezvous
just relax, enjoy the view
I'll show you how good it could be
i wish that Santa could be here to see
it's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
under my tree.
Disclaimer: Okay before any of you have hissy-fits!! I don't own anything but the plot....probably not even that. And I DO NOT own N*SYNC'S Under My Tree! Well....you see that button down there?? Push it! Go On you know you want to!! I'll give ya a kiss! Okay maybe not but I'll be forever great full!