The house was dark as I arose from my bed. Being careful not to wake anyone, I silently walk down the steps. Sleep is hard when all you can think about is a certain girl in a certain see-through dress, with some certain knickers that are more then tempting. I walk out of the door, shutting it quietly behind me. Grabbing my broom and fly into the night. The breeze feels good on my face and skin.
"Skin." I think to myself. "Stupid skin got me into this mess." I fly a little bit higher; cursing as I think about the stupidity of believing my brothers could ever help me. I blush slightly as I remember Hermione's face. Her face, I could reply that image forever and never get tired. But the thing was, why would she ever go for a bloke like me? I'm poorer than poor, I'm not the smartest wizard out there, and I've also ignored her for most of my life. That's not very tempting for, hell, any witch. I still can't believe I got with Lavender. I think the thought that went through her mind as she snogged me was more or less,
"I want to get in his pants." I shake my head. Wishing all these thoughts could just fall out of my head. I liked it better when I could like a girl from a far and never have to come into contact with them. Now it's all of this "sex appeal" and snogging and having to worry how you look all the time, or always being nervous about whether or not your "wand" will behave itself. Everything just becomes so complicated when hormones begin to control your life. I look across the sky; the sun is now beginning to rise. I should probably head back over to the house. Turning the broom around I fly swiftly back the way I came.
"Ron?" I turn around, trying to find the voice in the dark. Hermione moves closer to me.
"Hey. Why are you up?"
"I like watching the sun rise here. It's beautiful." She motions toward the window.
"Why are you up?" She questions me, smiling. I blush deeply and thank Merlin that it's dark enough not to be able to see my cheeks.
"Uh, couldn't sleep. Thought some flying could clear my head." Hermione sighed and sat back down. I pull up a chair and stare out the window, aimlessly waiting for something to happen. Hermione reaches for something, I can almost make it out, but when she pulls it up over her face I know instantly what it is.
"What book is that?" Hermione mumbles something quietly and doesn't look up. I try to look at the cover but it's to dark. I can barely make out any words, it's just fuzzy letters, and so I ask again.
"Sorry, couldn't hear you…" She looks up.
"Hidden Love. It's a muggle book." She says. What is with everyone and muggle books now? First Fred and George now Hermione? Has everyone gone mad!
"What's it about?" If I didn't know better I'd say Hermione was blushing. But why? Was this book like the one Fred and George had been talking about?
"It's, erm, a romance novel." She said quietly. Carefully flipping each page, she goes back to staring at her book. I try to crank my neck to see the back cover. I can only catch a few words.
"Alice, a lonely school girl only wishes for love…. But will James ever see her than more of a friend?..."
I look from Hermione back to the book. I had no idea she liked these kinds of books. It just didn't sound like Hermione, she usually just read old history books trying to learn as much as she could.
"What happened to your Hogwarts: A History, that you wanted to try and refresh up on?" I chuckle.
"I already finished it." She said not letting her eyes leave the page.
"Bloody hell, Hermione. I knew you read fast. But one day? That's all it took?" Hermione smiled at the compliment, laughing a bit before responding,
"It was only light reading. You know me." I smile. I do know Hermione. Very well actually. I think back to the earliest memories I have of her, when her hair was bigger than ever. But I think I can now say that she looked prettier with hair like that. It just shows what an incredible person she is. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I somehow started talking and my private thoughts began to pour out of nowhere, because I was positive I never opened my mouth. Hermione looks at me, her eyes big. I look right back at her, my cheeks redding deeper as the moments press on. I put my hand over my mouth, but it's closed. I have no idea where the noises are coming from. Hermione motions to my head.
"It's a thoughts spell. You need to stop thinking." She says. Stop thinking. Stop thinking. I think over and over. I soon begin to hear stop think , stop thinking. Hermione laughs and quickly pulls out her wand.
"Silencio thinkus." She murmurs. The voice stops immediately. I soon hear a single high five and the rushing of feet on the stairs. I catch a quick glimpse of short red hair hiding behind a door. I'm going to bloody kill 'em.
"Uh, well I need to go get changed, if everyone's getting up now." Hermione gets up from the table pushing the chair in and grabbing her book.
"Thanks, for undoing the spell I mean." I smile at her, also getting up from the table.
"Anytime." I watch as she walks up the stairs her nose right back into her book.