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From HP6, p. 185, Hermione has just identified Amortentia.
"…and it’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and --”
But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence.
Unbeknownst to her classmates around her, she was on the verge of saying “Ron.” Hermione’s mind backtracked to about three month earlier when she had gone with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna to the Ministry of Magic. That day stayed in her memory, not because of the battle with Death Eaters she had endured, but what happened before they even entered the Atrium that fateful night…
…After gratefully dismounting from her thestral, Hermione was eager to be on solid ground again. All too soon, Harry was urging them into a small, dilapidated telephone booth. Ron and Ginny entered first, with herself, Neville, Luna, and Harry following.
Hermione had had feelings for Ron for a few years now, and was determined to push these thoughts from her mind as she was steadily pressed closer to him as more people got into the booth. Suddenly, Hermione found herself right up against Ron as Harry shut the door.
“Whoever’s nearest the receiver, dial six two four four two!” he said hurriedly. As Ron was nearest, he reached his arm to the dial, and, in doing so, brushed his arm against Hermione, sending chills up her spine. She could feel her face growing warmer, and, for a split second, she made eye contact with Ron, who, unless she was imagining it, looked redder in the face than she had ever seen him.
Hermione suddenly had the impulse to kiss Ron right then and there, but before she had time to consider, a clanging sound brought her out of her foolish reverie. She reached down and handed the badges to everyone, trying very hard not to look at Ron as the booth descended, but rather, enjoy his warmth and his scent, as it might be the last time she would do so…
…Hermione was brought to the present abruptly and thought of how silly she had been, not thinking that she would survive to see Ron again that night. She looked over at him, and had a swooping sensation in her stomach when he smiled and his eyes met hers. At that moment, she realized that she, Hermione Granger, was in love with Ron Weasley.
"…and it’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and --”
But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence.
Unbeknownst to her classmates around her, she was on the verge of saying “Ron.” Hermione’s mind backtracked to about three month earlier when she had gone with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna to the Ministry of Magic. That day stayed in her memory, not because of the battle with Death Eaters she had endured, but what happened before they even entered the Atrium that fateful night…
…After gratefully dismounting from her thestral, Hermione was eager to be on solid ground again. All too soon, Harry was urging them into a small, dilapidated telephone booth. Ron and Ginny entered first, with herself, Neville, Luna, and Harry following.
Hermione had had feelings for Ron for a few years now, and was determined to push these thoughts from her mind as she was steadily pressed closer to him as more people got into the booth. Suddenly, Hermione found herself right up against Ron as Harry shut the door.
“Whoever’s nearest the receiver, dial six two four four two!” he said hurriedly. As Ron was nearest, he reached his arm to the dial, and, in doing so, brushed his arm against Hermione, sending chills up her spine. She could feel her face growing warmer, and, for a split second, she made eye contact with Ron, who, unless she was imagining it, looked redder in the face than she had ever seen him.
Hermione suddenly had the impulse to kiss Ron right then and there, but before she had time to consider, a clanging sound brought her out of her foolish reverie. She reached down and handed the badges to everyone, trying very hard not to look at Ron as the booth descended, but rather, enjoy his warmth and his scent, as it might be the last time she would do so…
…Hermione was brought to the present abruptly and thought of how silly she had been, not thinking that she would survive to see Ron again that night. She looked over at him, and had a swooping sensation in her stomach when he smiled and his eyes met hers. At that moment, she realized that she, Hermione Granger, was in love with Ron Weasley.
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Precisely their eyes
The delighted squeals that the baby boy made as he watched the chess pieces move drowned the call of 'Daddy!' from his older sister.
Ron looked away from his son's happy face at the game of wizarding chess to pay attention to his daughter. She was frowning at him from behind the tall stack of books she was holding.
'Mummy says that is a violent game to teach us,' she said, sounding much like Hermione.
'Oh.' Ron pouted. 'That's a shame; I wanted to teach you, too!'
'Really?' asked Rose, her face lighting up at the prospect.
'Of course, Rosie! Don't worry, I'll talk to Mummy. What's with all the books? Are those the photo albums
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Hermione's first kiss
Hermione sat under the tree in the Weasley's backyard, waiting for The rain
to start falling. For the past hour thunder had been rolling through the skies,
threatining a storm.
"Hermione?" came Ron's voice from the house's backdoor. "What are you
doing out here? It's about to rain!"
He started to run over to where she sat.
"I'm out here to think. I can't stand it in there! It's far to noisy for my
taste!"
Ron sat down next to her and stretched his legs out.
"You know what? I've allways sorta fancied you." he said.
Hermione was taken aback by this. True, she did find Ron irresitable at times
but this was quite sudden.
"Oh
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I Thought You Knew
Hermione watched as her orange fluff ball of a cat flew past chasing a rat. The sight made her smile sadly as she recalled a memory from her third year, when Ron had accused Crookshanks of eating his rat.
"He never did apologize," she said softly.
"Who didn't apologize?" asked a voice from behind her. Hermione jumped slightly before turning to face Ginny who had come into the room while her back was turned.
"Oh, no one." Ginny shrugged and walked over to the bed on which her trunk lay open and empty. "I wish I could just use magic to pack my trunk!" she exclaimed. "Packing it by hand just takes forever!" Hermione smiled again. She'd had he
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Ahhhh...
Love your writing style. Love pretty much everything about this, come to think of it
Love your writing style. Love pretty much everything about this, come to think of it