Lyric Prompt: What Are You Waiting For?
Pairing: Romione
Rating: K+
Thoughts are in italics
Let's take a peek inside Ron Weasley's head during he and Hermione's first Hogsmeade date.
'I still can't believe that she actually said yes to this. She had to be mental. Maybe all that studying for N.E.W.T.s has gotten to her fragile brain.
'Merlin, does she smell good. Like great strawberries and cream ice cream that Mum makes. I wonder if they have some of that here. They probably do in this bloody place that is poisoned with pink.
'Why did I even bring her here? We used to make fun of all the couples that would come to this place, and here I go and bring her here. What the bloody hell was I thinking?
'Still, she looks like she is enjoying herself. Look at her smile, she's so fucking gorgeous.'
"Your chicken looks better than mine." Hermione said yo me, eyeing up my fried chicken parmigiana. She had ordered the grilled chicken alfredo.
"Wanna try a piece?" I said, cutting a small piece off and holding it up on a fork.
'Am I really about to feed her right now? Is she gonna...yes! She actually let me do it. Merlin, her mouth looks so good taking-'
"This is really good," she said softly, licking her lips. "Thanks."
"No problem," I managed to croak out.
'She's so amazing. I still don't even know how she just said yes, as if she had been waiting for me to ask her for a long time. Had she? Had she been eating me to just go for it? Shit, why didn't she say anything a long time ago? I would have asked her out years ago. I should have known! Dammit, Ron!
'I shouldn't focus on that. I should just concentrate on what's going on right now.'
We sat and talked about school and classes. About her planning in going into the Ministry to expand spew and and how I was thinking about becoming a missions planner in the Auror program.
"I think that would be great for you, Ron." Hermione said enthusiastically. "A strategist as good as you? Its perfect."
"You really think so?" I said, knowing my ears were probably as red as my hair. "I'm pretty fair, but not all that."
Hermione suddenly looked gloomy. "I really wish you would stop putting yourself down like that. Why can't you believe in yourself like I believe in you?"
"Y-you believe in me?"
"I always have."
'She believes in me SHE BELIEVES IN ME! Oh why does her saying that make me feel like flying? I could go out and flawlessly win the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor, the way she has me feeling. She's so great, and so wonderful.
'I wonder if she would let me kiss her... Who am I kidding? She wouldn't...wait...she's closing her eyes...she's leaning in...is this the moment?! Shit, what are you waiting for? Go for it, you prat!'
I leaned in the rest of the way. And our lips met. I instantly felt as if I had taken a Bludger to the head. But in the best way...if there was a best way. Her lips were so soft, and they seemed to fit to mine as if she completed a puzzle. Lavender's eel like kisses were nothing compared to this. I could honestly say I would let mind kissing just Hermione for the rest of my life.
'Brilliant, Weasley. Absolutely brilliant.'