Stolen Kiss

[April 2003]

Fandom: Harry Potter 
Title: Stolen Kiss
PenName: EV a.k.a. Rhonda Weasley
Character(s):
Paring(s): Ron/Hermione
Rating:  PG
Summary: A late night study session leads to interesting places.
Notes: My second Ron Hermione fic and my second little HP ficlet. I grew them up to 16 before writing this one, because I thought that was a perfect age for Ron to act on his instincts. Not sure how anyone will respond to this one, but here goes.
Warning(s):
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created by the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling.


The Gryffindor common room empty except for the red-headed teenager and his female study companion. She had been up half the night trying to help him study for exams.

“I just don’t get it,” Ron said getting up from the table.

“No, you’re just afraid to try.”

“I do try. Everyone doesn’t take ‘Hogwarts a History’ to bed with them every night.”

“You think I sleep with books? You think that’s all I am.”

“Of course not and you don’t care what I think anyway,” Ron told her as he slipped into the couch in the center of the room. “Besides, you know you’re brilliant.”

Hermione smiled at the compliment. “Thanks and of course I care what you think Ron. You think just any boy could have sent me running into the bathroom crying.”

“You were 11. Isn’t that what girls do?”

“Don’t make me go for wand Ronald Weasley.”

“Is that a challenge?” Ron asked with a teasing grin.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“Okay, but can’t you accept that some guys are just average.”

“Some guys, yes. You, no you settle for average,” Hermione told him. She sighed. “What is it you want Ron?”

“What do you mean?”

“Out of Hogwarts, why are you here?”

“Where the bloody else would I be? Mum went here, dad went here, all my brothers, my little sister. It’s not like anybody handed me a catalogue of Wizarding schools and I picked this place.”

“So lets say someone had given you a choice, would you have picked Hogwarts?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean—” he paused. “Have you been reading any ‘psychiatry for wizards’ books lately?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what are you asking?”

“You’re the one who asked me for help studying, I was trying to help and then you just up and say forget it.”

“Because it doesn’t matter Hermione. I’m just another Weasley, or Harry’s friend. I mean today I heard some first years talking about our first year and of course to hear the story these days Harry was a lone warrior that night we went to face Fluffy and the stuff under the trap door. The thing is I love Harry, you know he’s like a brother to me. But sometimes I just want to be seen. And it’s almost impossible to do that when your Harry Potter’s best friend or just another Weasley.”

“No matter what stories survive or die or get turned around about Harry Potter and his friends, we know what happened because we were there. How many people can say that?”

Ron shrugged.

Hermione came over and sat beside him. “I don’t know if that matters, but I see you. I know there’s a lot more to you then being just another Weasley or Harry Potters best friend.”

“It matters,” Ron replied meeting her eyes.

Then he leaned forward and met her lips. It wasn’t something he’d planned, but he didn’t fight the instinct. He almost thought he made a mistake, but then he felt her lips respond beneath his. He got lost in this feeling for a few moments before he pulled away.

“Ron I–” Hermione began.

“I’m sorry,” Ron interupted.

“Why, that was bloody briliant”

-END-

yeah, silly and a little ending, I know.

April 4, 2003

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