R/Hr FF : Can't Fight This FeelingCh2Pg1 - Page 7

Ok it s the last part and actually i was confused on how to end this story .lolz😆😆

Last part

Six days later, Hermione was released from the Hospital Wing. And just in time for the Yule Ball too.

This time, Ron didn't make the same mistake he had in fourth year. He asked her as soon as he could get her alone in the Common Room that night. Which took a lot longer than one would think; Hermione had been surrounded by friends and well-wishers all afternoon, welcoming her back. But finally, only he, Hermione, and Harry were left.

Harry sensed the mood, made only more obvious by the pointed glances Ron was giving him. "I...um...guess I'd better go." He left hastily, not looking back. Couples...And his mind strayed then, and an image superimposed itself in his mind: that of a young, beautiful girl with hair as red as Ron's and a skill with jinxes, hexes, and curses that Harry had to admire.

He shook his head to rid himself of the image and climbed into bed. That particular train of thought was not even worth pursuing; nothing could come of it. But as his eyes closed and he drifted into slumber, he dreamed...

Down in the common room, Ron and Hermione were sitting silently, side by side, simply staring into the fire and saying nothing. It was a peaceful quiet, the kind that only seems to show itself when all persons present are perfectly content. As Ron and Hermione were now. Or almost were anyway. There was one thing Ron still had to get off his mind first.

"Uh, Hermione?" he began hesitantly, unsure exactly how to go about this, and suddenly feeling very shy.

"Yes?" Hermione responded pleasantly, turning to look at him, shadows from the jumping flames playing over her face and giving her an almost ethereal appearance.

Ron's mouth went dry. "I-I was wondering...I mean I was thinking..." he took a deep breath and plunged onward. "Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me tomorrow night?"

Hermione smiled then. "I was wondering if you were ever going to get around to asking me that."

Ron waited for her to continue, but she didn't. She just sat there, waiting for him to make the next move it seemed. "Well?"

"I'd love to go with you."

Ron could have jumped up and whooped in delight, but gratefully, he restrained himself. Hermione watched as his eyes lit up though, and laughed at the pleased look on his face. It was such a young look, a boyish, innocent expression she hadn't seen in a while, and now realized she had sorely missed.

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" Ron nodded, and Hermione pulled herself to her feet. "Well then, I think it's time I went to bed. I've got lot's of homework to catch up on tomorrow, seeing as how I missed several classes this week."

Ron stood up too, and caught her arm as she turned to leave. "Do I get a good night kiss?" he asked in a soft voice.

Hermione grinned impishly. "You sure do." And before he could begin to do anything, she had leaned over, kissed him quickly on the cheek, and vanished up the stairway.

Ron stood there for a long moment, a foolish grin plastered on his face. Then he turned and practically skipped up the stairway-if such a thing is possible-and climbed into his own bed. He didn't dream that night, but he didn't have to. He was living in a dream already.

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"Parvati?" Hermione called hesitantly, "Can I ask you something?"

The other girl glanced at her distractedly as she set in front of a mirror, brushing her long, dark hair until it shone. "What?"

"You remember that purple robe-"

"I knew it!" Lavender exclaimed, coming up behind them. "I really knew it. Professor Trelawney will be so pleased when she hears..."

At first, Hermione wondered what she meant, then it came back to her. "You'll want that robe someday," Lavender had said, her smooth voice full of confidence.

Hermione looked at her roommate, eyes narrowed. "You must be really, really good in Divination."

Lavender just shrugged like it was nothing, though she was still smiling. "Professor Trelawney says I'm a natural."

Hermione smiled back. "I believe it."

Lavender giggled. "Now, Parvati, what about that robe? If I'm not mistaken-and I'm sure I'm not- Hermione wants to where it tonight, don't you?" This last was said with a quick glance at Hermione, who nodded her head in consent.

"That's what I had in mind..."

Parvati jumped up from her chair, caught up by Lavender's excitement. "It'll be perfect on you Hermione! I'll be right back."

She headed across the room, and Hermione and Lavender were left standing there. Lavender used the opportunity to reach up and fiddle with Hermione's hair. "Hmmm," she mused aloud. "I think I've got a charm written down somewhere that will keep you're hair from being so bushy, and maybe we can add some curls to it..." she went on, muttering about this and that, and while Hermione half-listened at first, she soon tuned her out completely.

Parvati came back with the robe then, and insisted that Hermione go take her shower and change into it right away.

"But we've still got three hours until the ball-"

"Yes," Lavender interrupted, " and we're going to need every minute of it."

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Three hours later, Hermione was glad she'd agreed to go along with their nagging and picking. The girl she saw staring back at her in the mirror barely resembled the one she saw every morning.

"I'm beautiful," she breathed softly, hardly daring to believe it.

Lavender and Parvati, who were standing back, observing their handiwork, giggled.

"Now don't let this get to your head or anything," Parvati warned, "but yeah, you are."

Lavender nodded her agreement, and Hermione thought she had never felt so happy. Tonight was going to be wonderful. Just wait until Ron saw her!

She turned away from her reflection then, walking back towards the other two girls. "Thank you. Both of you. I never thought I'd say this, but in your own way, you're pure geniuses."

Lavender and Parvati just grinned. Then "Ooh, we're going to be late. Let's go," and Lavender grabbed Hermione's arm and tugged her out the door. Parvati followed right behind.

They entered the common room, and Hermione was surprised to see that it was empty. "Where are the boys at? I thought they were going to wait for us."

Lavender waved her wand in dismissal. "I had to tell them to go on when we were finishing your hair. I knew we'd be late, and I didn't see any reason why they should be too. We'll meet them there."

"Oh," Hermione said in a small voice, a little disappointed. She was going to have to walk into the Great Hall all by herself? But then, she reminded herself, Lavender and Parvati will be with me. That's something.

Lavender must have sensed something, either in her voice or her expression. "Ron didn't want to go without you, Hermione," she explained, "but I insisted. Besides," she added with a smirk, "it's much better this way. Everyone looks up when people come in late, and you, my dear, will be the star of the show. Tons of guys will want to dance with you, and Ron will be so jealous he'll keep you in his arms all night."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at that. "Remind me to call you next time I need at boost of self-confidence."

"Oh, she doesn't do this most of the time, you know," Parvati jumped in. "She's making a very special exception tonight."

"And I very much appreciate it," Hermione said gratefully as they walked down the halls. The normally bustling corridors were empty now. Everyone must have been at the ball already.

They reached the entrance to the Great Hall, and Hermione gathered her failing courage. It was now or never...Luckily, Lavender and Parvati didn't seem the least bit nervous, and their excitement was like a drug to her, and carried her in with them. Lavender was right, most of the students did look up to see who had arrived late.

Parvati and Lavender were obviously no surprise, but Hermione saw several faces gaping in disbelief when they realized who was with them. Hermione felt herself beaming with pride and blushing at the same time. She turned her face away from the surprised stares of her fellow students and searched the room for Ron.

Standing near the door, but a little way back into the room, Harry, Seamus, and Ron waited for their dates to arrive. Harry was the first to spot them, and his unbelieving look was enough to get Ron's attention. Soon, he joined the mass of gaping students as he stared at the person who could only be Hermione.

Lavender and Parvati were beautiful tonight, of course, but Hermione seemed to outshine them like the sun outshines the moon. A boy somewhere behind them whistled appreciatively, and Ron turned to glare at him over his shoulder. The boy's smile faded abruptly, and he retreated back into the crowd.

Harry and Seamus were moving forward to greet Parvati and Lavender now, and Ron began shouldering his way through the crowd to reach Hermione. She was looking away from him, searching the crowd for someone, it seemed. Probably looking for him.

"Hermione?"

Her head jerked around towards him so fast Ron was vaguely surprised it didn't snap. Then she was smiling at him, and he stepped forward to take her hand.

As if on cue, the music started playing, the rich melody wafting through the air and egging Ron on. "Would you like to dance?" Ron asked her quietly, his eyes traveling from her beautifully curled hair down over the elegantly styled robe and back up to her eyes, where they stayed, waiting for her answer.

"Of course," Hermione answered simply, and Ron led her out to the dance floor. His arms went around her waist, and hers encircled his neck. He pulled her closer, and they spun slowly to the music. "You look amazing tonight, Hermione," Ron complimented her after a few minutes of comfortable silence between them.

Hermione grinned up at him. "Thank you. Parvati let me borrow the robe, and then she and Lavender did my hair and everything."

"It's perfect," he assured her, his eyes never leaving hers.

But something caught Hermione's attention then, and she tore her eyes away from Ron long enough to glance over his shoulder at the couple dancing nearby. It was Harry and Lavender, and they seemed to be arguing about something.

"For goodness sakes, Harry," Hermione thought she heard Lavender say,"if you want to dance with the girl, just go over and ask her. I don't want to dance with a boy who's too busy thinking about someone else to see straight anyway. There are plenty of other boys who want to dance with me." She pulled away from him then, leaving him standing alone in a sea of dancers. He looked a little forlorn at first, but then Hermione saw his features harden in resolve, and she watched, fascinated as he walked over to another girl she couldn't quite see and asked her to dance. Apparently, the girl agreed, because he led her out onto a floor, and a minute later Hermione could recognize her.

Ginny! He was dancing with Ginny. She tugged on Ron's arm excitedly. "Look."

Ron turned to see what Hermione was so adamant about, and even he had to smile at the sight, though he felt another emotion underneath as well. Harry had better not hurt her...But it was just a dance, what harm could that do? He shook his doubts from his mind and turned back to Hermione.

They seemed to dance forever, caught up in the music and the warm feeling of each others arms. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes, Hermione pulled away.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you, Ron, and haven't gotten a chance to yet."

"What's that?" Ron asked, wondering what she was talking about.

Hermione chewed her lip, then went on. "I want to thank you for catching me at the game last Saturday. Harry told me all about it. He said it was the most brilliant piece of flying he'd ever seen."

"Really?" Ron asked, disbelief evident in his voice. "Harry said that?" Hermione nodded, and he smiled, pleased. "You don't have to thank me for that, Hermione. I had to catch you."

Her eyebrows drew together in confusion, and she looked up at him, feeling suddenly breathless and excited, nervous and scared to death all at once. "Why is that, Ron?" she asked softly.

"Because," he said, his voice just as low, "I think I'm in love with you, Hermione Granger."

Time stood still. The very air around them held it's breath while Hermione's head spun and her heart raced. Her eyes widened in surprise, and though somewhere deep inside she'd been expecting him to say that, had hoped that he would say that, it was still a shock. Then happiness flooded through her, and she laughed with pleasure, her dark eyes gleaming.

"Well, I'll do you one better, Ron Weasley," she teased, grinning up at him in the semi-darkness of the room. "I know I'm in love with you."

Now it was Ron's turn to be shocked, and he went still, his face paling alarmingly.

Hermione became worried. That wasn't the kind of reaction she'd expected. "Ron? Are you alright?"

He looked up at her then, and color flooded back into his cheeks. "I think I almost had a heart attack," he told her, only half-joking.

She grinned in relief, and punched him playfully. "Ro-on..."

"No really. For a moment there, I was so happy I thought I'd die."

Hermione rolled her eyes, laughter welling up inside her. "So, what, your not happy anymore now?" she teased.

"No! I assure you, I am still one very happy person."

As if to prove it, he swept her up in his arms, and spun her around, his lips coming down to touch hers the moment her feet were back on the floor. Hermione's eyes closed, and she waited for the kiss that was surely to come.

It never reached her, and she looked up, eyeing Ron in confusion. "What's wrong."

Ron hesitated. "Do you care if- Is it alright-Can I kiss you in public?" he finally asked simply.

Hermione chuckled then, her laughter drifting in the air like music, and several heads turned towards the sound. But Ron and Hermione didn't see them, because at that moment, there was only the two of them. Hermione twined her hands around Ron's neck again, and pulled his lips back down to hers. "Anytime, Ron, anytime."

And I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

And if I have to crawl upon the floor

Come crashing through the door

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

The End

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