Chapter Three
By darthelwig
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I don’t own Harry Potter, so bugger off. J.K. Rowling is the woman you want.
This is rated R for obvious reasons.
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The next day dawned bright and clear. The Weasley boys were already outside practicing Quidditch- yet again. Hermione and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table while Mrs. Weasley puttered around the house preparing for Ginny’s departure for her last year at Hogwarts. She was two months early, but what did that matter? There a myriad number of things left to do, like pick up her books and supplies from Diagon Alley. Hermione felt odd not having schoolwork of her own to do but she, Ron and Harry had all graduated from Hogwarts and were taking some much needed time to recuperate. In fact, Harry was due to join them any day now.
She and Ginny hadn’t spoken about the events of the night before yet. Neither one of them seemed to know what to say. Things seemed do different in the light of day, like their happiness together had all been some sort of dream. Yet, they both knew it had been real. They both still felt the same heated desire for each other.
An owl flew in the window and landed delicately on the chair next to Hermione. She recognized it immediately. The poor creature looked tired, but didn’t dawdle after she removed the scroll, taking off again in a flurry of feathers.
“Is that what I think it is?” Ginny asked, eyeing the note. Hermione nodded and ripped open the letter. Her eyes scanned it quickly, but Ginny knew she was taking in every word. It was just who Hermione was.
Unfortunately, Ron chose that moment to come inside for a breather. He saw the scroll and his face darkened, knowing who had sent it.
“So what does Vicky have to say this time?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I told you not to call him that, Ron,” she replied coldly.
“Fine,” he snapped. “What does Victor want now?”
“None of your business, Ronald Weasley,” she said her voice as cold as ice. Ginny thought her brother should’ve known by now that he was pushing Hermione too far, but he still hadn’t learned when to shut his mouth. She shook her head, trying to catch his attention, but his gaze was focused on Hermione. She might as well have not even been in the room with them, for all the attention they were paying to her.
Hermione was giving Ron her best McGonagall stare, but he refused to back down. Krum’s letters always made him too angry to think clearly, especially because she really seemed to like getting them.
“Come on, Hermione. What have you got to hide?” he taunted, not caring how utterly childish he sounded.
“I’m not hiding anything, Ronald. I just don’t want to talk about it with you.”
Ginny shivered as the temperature in the room seemed to drop with Hermione’s frosty words in the air. Everyone but Ron understood that there was nothing between Hermione and Victor except friendship. Ron’s jealousy just wouldn’t allow him to see it.
“And why not?” he yelled, his barely-contained vehemence bursting out. It was Ron’s hot anger against Hermione’s cold fury, and Ginny had no idea who was going to break first. She stayed silent, not wanting to be drawn into this argument anymore, hoping she would continue to go unnoticed.
“Because you need to grow up!” Hermione shouted, and Ron drew back, startled. She grabbed up her letter in her fist and got up from the table, glaring at Ron the whole time.
“When you can speak in a civil manner again, maybe we’ll talk,” she said. Her voice was no longer raised, but was shaking with suppressed emotion. She stalked out of the kitchen and Ron threw his hands up in defeat.
“Great,” he muttered darkly as he stomped outside, still ignoring his younger sister. Ginny watched the both of them go their separate ways with an aching sadness growing in her heart.
Hermione stayed away from everyone for the rest of the day. It wasn’t difficult since the burrow was always a riot of activity. It seemed like the entire Weasley family was here this summer.
She was making her way upstairs to the room she shared with Ginny when Ron finally found her. She knew he would eventually, but she’d been hoping it would be later, after she’d had more time to cool down. She was still frustrated with him. How dare he speak to her that way? He’d never laid any claim to her, so her life was still hers to live. Her friendship with Victor had nothing to do with him anyway.
Her thoughts slid towards Ginny, but she forced them away from that subject. She didn’t know what Ginny meant to her yet. She wasn’t even sure how to categorize what she was feeling anymore. There was such a conflicting mixture of emotions churning within her right now…
Ron’s hand fell on her arm, startling her out of her reverie. She looked up at him, carefully keeping her face neutral. She wasn’t going to let him know what she was thinking or feeling until she as good and ready.
“Hermione,” he said, looking bashful. “Um, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I know you and Victor are just friends.”
“And if we aren’t just friends, that’s none of your business either, now is it?” She did her best to sound annoyed but it was hard to do when he was looking at her like that. She had such a soft spot where Ron was concerned.
“Look, Hermione. I like you. I really do. I know I’ve been pretty thick about things, but I want to make it better, okay?”
“I don’t know what you want, Ron. When you figure it out, come tell me. But I may not wait around.” She thought of Ginny and her heart ached. It felt like such a betrayal to be saying these words right now.
“You don’t have to wait anymore, Hermione,” Ron said before bending down and capturing her lips in a passion-filled kiss. His arms twined around her waist to pull her closer.
Ron’s lips melted her meager resistance in seconds and Hermione melded her lips to his as their tongues danced. This was what she had waited so very long for. This was Ron.
Her mind drifted back to Ginny’s sweet, tender kisses- so very different from her brother’s more forceful nature. A hot seed of desire blossomed inside of her and she pressed her body against Ron’s. She could feel his arousal against her belly and it sent a shiver of anticipation through her.
She broke their kiss, letting Ron trail his lips over the sensitive skin of her throat. She wanted to let this happen. She wanted to forget everything else for a little while and just revel in his desire. She wanted to throw consequences to the wind and experience the culmination of years of waiting. She wanted him.
“Take me to your room,” she whispered hoarsely, passion choking her voice. Ron looked at her, surprised, but lifted her up and walked the short distance to his door.
And Hermione Granger lost the last piece of her innocence that night, in his arms.
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