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Thats not my own, i found it on fanfiction from google... i read more than one, but the most i loved thats it.. so i want to share here, thats Hermione and Ron's moment.. thats my favrt all of them which i read there...
"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley said as she hugged the petite girl.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley! How are you?" Hermione said.
"Good, you?" she replied.
"Good, where is everyone?" Hermione asked looking around the room.
"Arthur is at work, Bill is with the twins getting dress robes fitted, Ginny is with Charlie going to get Harry, and Ron, the lazy bum, is still sleeping, I was just about to wake him, but you could you?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Yeah, no problem," Hermione said as she brushed off some soot on her clothes. She walked up to the highest room in the Burrow, and opened the door. The room was covered in orange Chudley Cannons posters. Hermione smiled to herself as she seen the beautiful redhead boy sleeping like a rock in front of her. She loved him with her entire heart, but could never bring herself to say, just what it was that she felt, out loud. She silently crept up to his bed and sat at the end. "Ron," she said quietly as she patted his calf. He stirred slightly, but ultimately continued sleeping. Typical Ron. She stood up and walked to the window. She opened the curtains letting the sun fully pour in the room, although she thought this was clever, all Ron did was turn to the other side, facing the wall. Hermione laughed quietly and walked over to the head of the bed. She shook his arm lightly, but enough that someone would have gotten up. However, Ron remained sleeping. So Hermione leaned over so that her mouth was centimeters above his ear, and whispered somewhat seductively, "Ronald Bilius Weasley, if you don't get up now I might have to pull the covers from you."
He turned slowly and opened his eyes groggily. He gave her his famous half smile that melted her heart, "C' mere 'Mione," he said as he lifted his hands to give her a hug. She smiled down at him and hugged him. Then he whispered in her ear, "Five more minutes, please?"
"No," she said quietly.
"Fine, ruin my morning," he whined.
"Ron, its twelve thirty," Hermione said.
"I meant afternoon," He said playfully.
"What is it with you and food and sleep?" Hermione jokingly said, not expecting a response.
"Well, have you tried my mother's cooking, and if you slept in this bed you would love sleep too," Ron said honestly.
"I think I might have to take you up on that," Hermione said.
"Okay," he said scooting over and holding the blanket up for her to crawl in. And she did, much to both Ron's amazement and liking. She lay next to him flat on her back, and gave Ron and unimpressed look. He laughed at her stubbornness. "You have to get comfortable first. Who honestly sleeps like that?"
"I do! And there are more out there like me," she said with her temper flaring slightly.
"Okay sorry," he said sincerely, "try sleeping on your side."
She turned to her side, facing the door. Ron snuggled up to her, wrapping one arm around her waste as any male would if he was sleeping with the woman he loves. She snuggled into his chest, feeling as if time had paused just for this moment. Then he nervously whispered three words into her ear, "I love you."
She smiled, as her heart did back flips, so Ron did feel the same way she did. Then she whispered back, "I love you too," she turned to face him, and her eyes caught his deep blue gaze upon her. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Gentile, yet full of love, and then pulled back. Her chocolaty brown eyes smiled at him, and then fluttered to a close as she returned the light kiss.
After lying in his arms for a good fifteen minutes, Hermione said, "You're right."
"About?" he asked.
"Your bed. Its very comfortable," Hermione said. Then she got out of bed against her will and said, "We better get downstairs, your mum will be wondering what We're doing."
"One more thing," Ron said as he reached for her arm.
"What?"
"Stay in this moment, with me."
"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley said as she hugged the petite girl.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley! How are you?" Hermione said.
"Good, you?" she replied.
"Good, where is everyone?" Hermione asked looking around the room.
"Arthur is at work, Bill is with the twins getting dress robes fitted, Ginny is with Charlie going to get Harry, and Ron, the lazy bum, is still sleeping, I was just about to wake him, but you could you?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Yeah, no problem," Hermione said as she brushed off some soot on her clothes. She walked up to the highest room in the Burrow, and opened the door. The room was covered in orange Chudley Cannons posters. Hermione smiled to herself as she seen the beautiful redhead boy sleeping like a rock in front of her. She loved him with her entire heart, but could never bring herself to say, just what it was that she felt, out loud. She silently crept up to his bed and sat at the end. "Ron," she said quietly as she patted his calf. He stirred slightly, but ultimately continued sleeping. Typical Ron. She stood up and walked to the window. She opened the curtains letting the sun fully pour in the room, although she thought this was clever, all Ron did was turn to the other side, facing the wall. Hermione laughed quietly and walked over to the head of the bed. She shook his arm lightly, but enough that someone would have gotten up. However, Ron remained sleeping. So Hermione leaned over so that her mouth was centimeters above his ear, and whispered somewhat seductively, "Ronald Bilius Weasley, if you don't get up now I might have to pull the covers from you."
He turned slowly and opened his eyes groggily. He gave her his famous half smile that melted her heart, "C' mere 'Mione," he said as he lifted his hands to give her a hug. She smiled down at him and hugged him. Then he whispered in her ear, "Five more minutes, please?"
"No," she said quietly.
"Fine, ruin my morning," he whined.
"Ron, its twelve thirty," Hermione said.
"I meant afternoon," He said playfully.
"What is it with you and food and sleep?" Hermione jokingly said, not expecting a response.
"Well, have you tried my mother's cooking, and if you slept in this bed you would love sleep too," Ron said honestly.
"I think I might have to take you up on that," Hermione said.
"Okay," he said scooting over and holding the blanket up for her to crawl in. And she did, much to both Ron's amazement and liking. She lay next to him flat on her back, and gave Ron and unimpressed look. He laughed at her stubbornness. "You have to get comfortable first. Who honestly sleeps like that?"
"I do! And there are more out there like me," she said with her temper flaring slightly.
"Okay sorry," he said sincerely, "try sleeping on your side."
She turned to her side, facing the door. Ron snuggled up to her, wrapping one arm around her waste as any male would if he was sleeping with the woman he loves. She snuggled into his chest, feeling as if time had paused just for this moment. Then he nervously whispered three words into her ear, "I love you."
She smiled, as her heart did back flips, so Ron did feel the same way she did. Then she whispered back, "I love you too," she turned to face him, and her eyes caught his deep blue gaze upon her. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Gentile, yet full of love, and then pulled back. Her chocolaty brown eyes smiled at him, and then fluttered to a close as she returned the light kiss.
After lying in his arms for a good fifteen minutes, Hermione said, "You're right."
"About?" he asked.
"Your bed. Its very comfortable," Hermione said. Then she got out of bed against her will and said, "We better get downstairs, your mum will be wondering what We're doing."
"One more thing," Ron said as he reached for her arm.
"What?"
"Stay in this moment, with me."
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