Once again, I suck at writing out Quidditch games, so i didn't write much of it. I figured this needed its whole chapter, because I wanna add some Romione missing moments. Hopefully you "their first kiss was what Harry saw" folks don't get mad lol
Just so you know (and probably already guessed), I always felt like something started between Ron and Hermione before the funeral. I got the impression that they were much closer than ever since they were so comforting and content at the funeral. It may not have been the start of a relationship, but I feel it was getting there, and probably would have happened, had the horcrux hunt hadn't been a factor.
I'm starting to tell the story without really telling it. I'll shut up now lol.
Chapter 182: Quidditch Kisses
Saturday morning Hermione walked Ginny and I down to the pitch, all of us feeling pretty low about Harry not being able to play. I for one. Felt even worse, as I figured I would royally fuck the entire game up.
"You'll be fine." said Hermione, looking at my worried expression. "Stop worrying so much."
"Maybe if you don't watch like you did last Quidditch Cup, I may win again." I joked.
Hermione didn't really think it funny. "Oh Ron, are you still cross with me missing your win? I really wished I would have seen it."
"Hey, it's in the past. I'm over it, okay? And I know you didn't miss it because you wanted to. I'm just...I'm scared I'm gonna fuck up in...in front of you this time."
Hermione gave me a surprised, by amused look. "You're worried about losing the cup in front of me?"
"I don't want you to think-"
Hermione silenced me by standing on her tiptoes and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck Ron." She said before heading towards the stands.
As it was, luck wasn't needed at all. It seemed that the fact that Harry wasn't playing had raised the morale of the team even more, in determination to show that we didn't necessarily need him to win the cup, just like last year. Ginny and Dean set aside their breaking up emotions and focused completely on the game.
It seemed as if every one of us had drank a shot of Felix, because we played better than Bulgaria did fourth year. Dean, Demelza, and Katie were unstoppable, catching every pass, scoring every goal. I ended up only missing two of the many goals that Ravenclaw attempted, and Cho was completely thrown off by Ginny's seeker skills, having not encountered her as a seeker since sometime last year. Ginny had a ton of tricks up her sleeve, faking Cho out like she had seen the snitch, and intimately causing Cho to crash, and having her pluck the snitch out of the air flawlessly. Final score: four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty.
The crowd went wild, even a few Slytherins cheered as Ravenclaw stormed off the field with an injured Cho walking miserably at the rear. The entire team were hoisted up on shoulders and I got to hold the shimmering silver cup in the air.
The party was in full swing seconds after all of Gryffindor entered the common room. It seemed like food, punch, butterbeers, cakes appeared out of nowhere, and the radio blasted the latest songs both muggle and wizard.
Everyone was dancing and cheering. Some were dancing more wildly than others, as a couple seventh years had snuck in firewhiskey and were taking shots (I had to practically beg Hermione to let it slide for the sake of the win).
About thirty minutes in, Harry came through the portrait hole. Dean, Seamus, and Neville snatched him in. Harry looked confused, but caught on pretty quickly.
"We won!" I yelled as I jumped up and down in front of him, waving the silver Cup in his face. "We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!"
Suddenly, Ginny ran right into Harry, almost knocking me down as she collided into Harry's body. And then, without warning and in front of almost fifty people, they kissed.
After several long moments, they broke apart. The room had gone very quiet. Then several people wolf-whistled and the room erupted into whooping. Dean had clenched a glass so hard, that he had shattered it. Romilda looked as though she might throw something. Hermione was beaming, and all i could do was stare.
I had told Hermione that I thought that Harry was alright for my sister, however, seeing them kiss right in front of my face was still unexpected. Harry looked at me as if he were asking for my blessing. I gave a tiny jerk of the head that pretty much meant "whatever. Go for it."
As Ginny and Harry beamed and then ran out of the portrait hole, I couldn't help but smile myself. It had taken bloody forever, but Ginny had finally gotten the guy she had loved since before she had came to school, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, Harry looked as if he was genuinely happy. I looked over as Hermione, who gave me a playful smirk.
The room went back to partying. Soon, people were dancing a bit more provocative, with Lavender switching from dance partner, to dance partner, throwing her ass on anyone who was willing to catch it. When a song came on that Hermione had expressed interest in, she ended up doing a few of the moves the other girls were doing on me.
At first, it had shocked me. However, when Hermione had reached back, grabbed my hands, and placed them on her hips, I began to catch the fast paced rhythm of her body. Soon, we were tearing it up like everyone else, and I found myself having to think multiple times about Crabbe and Goyle mud wrestling so that Hermione wouldn't be shocked by my reaction to her rubbing her ass over my dick.
The celebration continued into the night, with Harry and Ginny not showing. Eventually, it died down, with people either going up to their dorms to pass out, or couples going off to find a place to snog. Soon, it was just Hermione and I lounging on the couch in front of the fire.
"So, are we waiting on Harry and Ginny?" asked Hermione, as she laid her head on my thigh, her big brown eyes looking up at me.
"We usually wait on Harry on these late nights, but it would seem kind of awkward now, don't you think?" I said, as I absentmindedly played with one of the strand ends of Hermione's hair. "You think Gin would think I'm being that overprotective brother?"
"She will if she thinks that you don't approve of Harry and her dating."
"You think they are dating now?" I asked, a bit shocked at the idea of it really being more than just a victory kiss.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh come on Ron, don't be dense. You know they have probably been off snogging for hours."
"Don't say that, Hermione." I groaned.
"They're probably snug in a broom closet or the Room of Requirement right now, all cozy." Hermione teased as she sat up.
"Do you want me to be sick?"
"What if Harry went to second base already?"
"That's it!"
I pounced on top of Hermione, knocking her on her back and tickling her. She laughed and tries to fight me off. She managed to start tickling me back, which caused me to climb all the way on top of her and pin her arms over her head.
Suddenly, everything felt different, and I think we both felt the difference at the same time. Both of us stopped laughing, and started gazing at each other. The room seemed as if it didn't exist, as if the couch was levitating in the air. It seemed as if all my sense heightened, and everything about her was consuming me. The smell of her hair, the soothing sound of her breathing, the way her eyes seemed to be flickering like the fire in the fireplace, the way her hand felt as I started to intertwine my fingers with hers, and the way her lips looked tempting and delicious, all of it seemed to come together inside of me like a volcano, waiting to erupt as I lowered my face to-
"Oi, what's going on here?" came a voice out of nowhere.
Moment broken. Fuck.
We looked over at Dean, Seamus, and Neville eyeing us. Neville looked as if he was really trying to figure out what was going on, Dean looked as if he knew that he interrupted something he shouldn't have, and Seamus looked smug.
I claimed off oh Hermione, who jumped up immediately and started smoothing out invisible wrinkles on her jeans.
"Well, well, it's about time you two got to shagging." laughed Seamus.
"I beg your pardon!" said Hermione, as if she was embarrassed.
"Well, if you weren't about to give up the goods, what were you doing?" teased Seamus, making me want to punch him. Hermione was progressively looking mortified, and I knew it was because she didn't want anyone thinking she was that kind of girl, and not because it was simply me.
"That's none of your bloody business." I snapped. "Leave her alone."
Seamus opens his mouth to respond, but Ginny and Harry had walked in, looking pleasantly snogged. I welcomed the distraction, and took advantage of it.
"Oi, and where have you two been?" I said in a voice that Harry and Ginny could tell that I wasn't being serious.
Harry looked as if he was legitimately trying to find an answer to my question, while Ginny, who had glanced over at Hermione's face reacted quickly.
"Why snogging, big brother." said Ginny, her face trying to hold back a grin.
Her proclamation immediately made my three dorm mates avert their eyes from Hermione and I onto Harry and Ginny. Hermione looked over at me and gave me a bashful but relieved smile. I shrugged in response.
Oh well. We would have more moments. Hopefully not in a place that it would be interrupted.