DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything J.K. Rowling created in her Harry Potter world.
This is my third fan fic (hopefully the first to be finished ) This is primarily a R/Hr fanfic. I hope you enjoy it!






Chapter 1


I crept down the deserted corridors, checking around each corner I passed, as if to not get caught out of bed. My heart was racing, worried of getting into trouble. I rounded the corner on in the third floor corridor, my back to the wall. I heard a noise and I whisked around. A pair of hands grabbed me from behind and I started to panic.

A hand was put over my mouth so I couldn’t yell for help. I struggled against the strong grasp and wriggled against the strained muscles of what I believed to me a man. My attacker let me go and began to laugh. I turned around, ready to defend myself, but instead frowned in disgust.

I scornfully punched “my attacker” in the arm and he groaned in feigned pain. “Ron that was absolutely not funny!” I exclaimed in a whisper. This only made him laugh harder. I gave him another disapproving look and his laughter ceased.

“I’m sorry Hermione.” He apologized. “But your reaction was just so priceless.” He resumed laughing and I turned to walk away. He reached out and took my hand. “Hey, hey, okay I’m sorry. That wasn’t the proper way to greet you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and smiled his famous smile. I could only grin back and I placed a hand on his cheek. He bent his head down, our foreheads touching. I perched on my tiptoes to reach his lips in a kiss. I had been waiting to do that all day. He drew me in closer and I ran my fingers through his hair. Nothing in the world could take away from this blissful moment.

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I hope you liked it!
P.S. Sorry for the length...I'm in the process of writing more

First reply!! Awesome! This sounds like it shoud definitely be interesting.
I take it it will be a R/Hr ff ? If not fully, it should still be very interesting.
Can't wait for more!!
-Rachel


Oh, P.S-- Love the banner, cute pics

YAY I'm definitely PRO Ronmione
Lovely first chapter can't wait to read more

PAMS PAMS PAMS!! I need a PAMS stat

Thanks Rachel! R/Hr fan fic ( I should probably put that somewhere :/) haha
Im glad you like it
Thanks Jess!


I am almost done with the second chapter and will post soon

~sam~

Thought I would post the next chapter enjoy!!



Chapter 2


Suddenly, I heard a meow. We broke apart and saw Mrs. Norris staring us down from the end of the passage. I knew Filch wouldn’t be far behind, but before I could react, Ron grabbed my hand and pulled me around the corner. We ran through the halls, laughing and feeling completely in love.

We reached the Gryffindor common room and collapsed on the couch in exhaustion from both running and laughing in turn. I turned and stole a glance at him. Ron’s brow was covered in sweat and he blew at a piece of hair that had fallen into his eyes; his beautiful eyes. His chest rose and fell, attempting to catch his breath. He caught me looking and our eyes locked. He put his arm around my shoulders and drew me closer to him.

“You know,” I said craning my neck to see his face, “We wouldn’t need to keep sneaking around the castle in the middle of the night if we just told people about us.” I reached for his free hand and stroked the back of it with my thumb.

“But that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun,” he grinned and leaned to kiss me, but I evaded it and pulled my hand away to sit up.

“Ron, I’m serious. Why can’t we tell anyone we’re, you know, a couple now?” I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. He took my hand into his and pressed his lips to my palm.

“We’ve been over this. It would ruin our friendship. Yours, mine, and Harry’s. We’ve been this solid group for so long and introducing this relationship between us could make him feel-”

“Alone?” I finished.

“Yes, alone”

“But he wouldn’t feel alone.” I exclaimed, but not loud enough to wake the people sleeping in the dormitories. “He’d be fine with it, happy even. I mean he’s pining for Ginny so he’ll have-”

“He’s what?” Ron called out. My hand flew to my mouth. I had promised Harry I wouldn’t say anything to Ron, for exactly this reason. He knew he would react badly to the idea of his best friend dating his little sister. “Harry’s going after Ginny? What does he think he’s doing? Why the hell would he think that it’s okay to date my sister?!?!” Ron had sprung up from the couch in frustration and anger. He began to pace back and forth in front of the fire as he ran his fingers through his hair, distressing it more than before. He was swearing under his breath as he tried to control his emotions and I kept glancing at the stairway to make sure his voice hadn’t woken anyone.

“Ron, look I’m sorry I shouldn’t have told you. Harry was going to tell you himself and explain…” I searched for the right words to calm him, but I wasn’t succeeding. He looked as if he was going to punch something. I was unsure of what to do, so I sprang up from the couch and kissed him full on the mouth. His anger immediately melted away and he kissed me back with the same intensity.

Then there was the sound of creaking floor boards as someone came down the stairs. We broke apart and tried to look innocent. Harry came into the common room, his hair more untidy than usual with sleep in his eyes.

“What’s going on down here?” he asked yawning in the process. “I thought I heard a noise down here. What are you two still doing up?” I nervously looked to Ron for a reasonable explanation for us to be up this late and not in bed. I evaded Harry’s eyes.

“Oh, I couldn’t sleep so I came down here and Hermione had fallen asleep on the couch.” Ron said matter-of-factly. “I- uh- went to wake her and she jumped and dropped her book on my foot, and you know how big her books are so I-”

“Yeah I get it.” Harry said, seeming irritated for being disturbed. “Can you two just go to bed or keep it down, will you?” Harry turned and went back up the stairs. When we heard the boy’s dormitory door close, we both exhaled loudly.

“Well that was close,” Ron sighed. “Good thing I came up with that excuse, huh?” He looked at me, seeming proud of his lie and looking for my approval.

“Yeah,” I said, grinning slightly. I was glad he had covered up our real agenda, but just wished we didn’t have to keep sneaking around. I wanted to be able to hold his hand on the way to class, or sit on his lap in the evenings by the fire when we were all just hanging out. I knew that he did too, but he didn’t see how we could without breaking up the “great trio”.

“Well I think I’ll take Harry’s advice and go to bed,” he said. “You should too” He added, touching his finger to my nose. I backed away from his touch and retreated to the stairs. He reached for my hand, but I didn’t turn around. “Hermione, what is it?”

“Yeah it was great you came up with an excuse for being up this late, but it would be so much easier if you had just told him.” I pulled my hand from his grasp and began climbing the stairs. “Good Night Ron.”

“Good Night Hermione,” he said a little hurt. I continued up the stairs and with each step, I felt worse about making him feel that all of this was his fault. It wasn’t just his fault. I had hidden our relationship too. I turned around and ran back down the stairs and gave Ron a short, sweet kiss.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I grinned sheepishly at him, forgetting my frustration. “Forgive me?” I questioned. He didn’t answer me with words; he didn’t have to. He kissed me slow and tenderly. I attempted to pull him closer and his hands roamed my back and through my hair. We broke apart and I turned to go upstairs. “Good Night Ron.”

“Night Hermione.”

Hehe, hopefully they can come out soon Great chapter!

Thanks! but there may be a few more challenges in store for them before that ... hehe
Glad you liked it

~sam~

OOOOOOOH!! Challenges I'm intrigued can't wait
I'll hopefully update my stories too sometime.

Ooo yay! I will probably post the next chapter sometime this week

Hey there! So cute!!
Love this chapter!
Idk if you answered it somewhere already, but what year are they in? 6th?
Gotta be interesting for Hermione to spill that... that would just make me feel horrible, but Ron really shouldn't overreact but he's gotta be the protective older brother that he is
-Rachel

Yes this is sorta supposed to be sixth year... haha
Glad u enjoyed it
~Sam~

Chapter 3


I woke up and stretched out my arms. The sunlight was streaming through the curtains, which had been drawn back. I began to panic, thinking I was late for classes when I remembered that it was Saturday. I also recalled that we would go to Hogsmead this afternoon and I became excited. Ron and I had planned to sneak away sometime during the trip. Harry had even encouraged it in a way when he asked if I would keep Ron busy so he could spend some time alone with Ginny.

I got out of bed and rummaged through my trunk for my favorite pair of jeans and my warm sweater, preparing for a cold December day. I glanced out the window and saw snowflakes drifting down, sticking on the panes of glass, and melting away. I put on my boots, grabbed my hat and mittens, and headed from the dormitory down to the common room.

When I reached the bottom of the stairway, I saw Ron standing in the corner of the common room, and even better, I didn’t see anyone else. He spotted me and smiled. I returned it and walked over toward him, but before I could reach him, Lavender Brown cut in front of me and got to him first.

“Hi Ronald,” she giggled. Ron’s eyes went from her and over her shoulder to me. He apologized by the look on his face. I raised my eyebrows, indicating that this was just another effect of our secret relationship keeping us apart. I strode over to the couch by the fire and I flopped down on the cushions, sighing as I did so. I glanced over at them. Lavender was flaunting her annoying, however bubbly, personality and would occasionally touch his arm or smile flirtatiously. Ron seemed uncomfortable and shifted his weight from each leg every few seconds. He kept stealing glances at me, begging me to intervene somehow.

I got up and walked over to Ron and tugged lightly on his sleeve. “You know, we better head down. Harry’s probably waiting for us. Bye Lavender.” I added before pulling Ron with me, heading for the door. Her icy stare followed me until we exited the common room. Ron blew a sigh of relief and smirked at me.

“Thanks for that Hermione,” he said gratefully. He scanned the staircases before he turned to give me a quick kiss and grabbed my hand and we continued to the Great Hall for breakfast. When a group of first years passed, we dropped hands and casually continued down the steps. We walked down to the Gryffindor table and I sat down across from Harry and Ron sat next to me. Ron began to nudge my foot under the table and I rubbed back.

“What took you guys so long?” Harry asked while he piled what seemed to be another helping of eggs onto his plate. I glanced at Ron who grinned back at me before answering.

“Well I was waiting for Hermione and then I got intercepted by Lavender,” Ron said rolling his eyes. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. I knew Ron didn’t feel anything for her, but it hurt me to know that if he wanted to, he could have an open and public relationship with her, unlike me.

“Oh,” Harry said with the same amount of loathing in his voice. “I understand. Speak of the devil.” Lavender walked into the hall and glared in my direction and sat on the other end of the table next to Pavarti. I turned back to my food and began absent-mindedly eating. “What’s her problem?” Harry questioned, directing it at me.

“I just tore Ron away from their conversation is all.” I continued to pick at my food and I felt Ron’s hand on my knee. He gave me an apologetic smile before resuming eating. He knew how I felt about her, I had told him. But he assured me that he felt absolutely nothing for her and everything for me.

“Well we better get going,” Harry said standing up from the table. Ron and I followed and all three of us walked out the front doors and headed for Hogsmead. As we neared the village, Harry nudged me and winked. That was my sign to take Ron away so he could catch up to Ginny who was walking not far ahead.

“Well there’s a new bookstore up the road,” I said directing my comment at Ron. “I’d like to go see what its like.”

“Hey Ron, why don’t you go with Hermione to check it out?” Harry asked. “I have a- um- few errands to run.” Ron glanced at me, a look of surprise on his face. He seemed shocked at how easy it was to go off by ourselves for a while. Then Ron followed Harry’s gaze to his sister. His ears began to flame and he clenched his fists. I lightly touched his arm and raised my eyebrows to say “calm down”. He took a deep breath and unclenched his fists and smiled.

“Sure let’s go, Hermione.” Ron pulled my arm through his, linking us together. We waved goodbye to a dumbfounded Harry who seemed confused about our sudden friendliness toward each other. Ron, however, didn’t seem to care for the moment.

“What’s gotten into you?” I posed to Ron as we made our way to the bookstore next to the Hog’s Head at the end of the street. He beamed down at me. “Why are you suddenly so happy?” I added.

“Number one, I’m happy for Harry and Ginny.” I was shocked by this statement. “I’m happy if they get to be at least nearly as happy as I am when I’m with you.” This made me smile back. We reached the bookstore and walked in as a bell tinkled on the door. I led Ron to the back shelves past the bookkeeper, a plump old woman with wispy red curls atop her head.

“And number two.” Ron kissed me unexpectedly and I dropped the book I had been examining. He laughed and picked it up from the floor, peaking around the corner to see that the woman hadn’t heard anything. “I get to spend the rest of my afternoon with the most beautiful girl in the world.” I set the book back on the shelf and pulled Ron back to the corner of the bookshop, far away from the old woman. “You didn’t really come here to read, did you Miss Granger?”

I smirked and shook my head. He pulled my coat off and dropped it on the floor along with my hat and added his jacket to the pile. I ran my fingers through his snow stricken hair and gazed at him. He was perfect, in my mind. He reached for my waist and brought me to him. I reached my lips up to meet his. We kissed slowly, taking in every part of each other. The kiss intensified and I pushed Ron up against the bookshelf and it knocked against the wall.

“What’s going on back there?” the little old woman cried. We tried to stifle our laughter. I turned my head to answer her and Ron began to caress my neck.

“Oh just bumped into the bookcase is all. No probl-” I replied, trying to keep my focus on answering the bookkeeper, but it was no use. Ron made his way back to lips and kissed me, his mouth parted. My tongue prodded the inside of his cheek as his fingers danced along my back underneath my sweater. I couldn’t seem to bring him any closer, even though I tried. We snogged for what seemed like hours, but might have only been a matter of minutes. Ron’s hands came to rest in the back pockets of my jeans and mine had come to be knotted in his red locks. We suddenly heard a foot tapping on the floor. We stopped and both turned pale.

“Oh I won’t tell anyone about this, uh, secret love affair under one condition. Ron has to be mine, at least when anyone else is around to see. Does that seem fair? I mean or I could go tell your good friend Harry. But, how would he feel if he heard his two best friends were sneaking around behind his back and didn’t bother to tell him about their budding relationship first? I don’t think he would like that. I don’t think he would like that one bit.”

Awesome chapter! They really do have quite the secret relationship going on... bookcases and all.
Good for Ron kinda letting go of Gin.
And I can see Lav going nowhere good with this. It is Lavender, right? (or they could just tell Harry... )
-Rachel

Thanks Rachel

Thought i would post the next chapter. Enjoy!



Chapter 4


I couldn’t believe that Lavender was going to blackmail us. She couldn’t get Ron on her own so she was going to undermine our relationship in order to get to him. She smirked at me and sighed. “Oh poor Hermione, can’t even keep a boyfriend even when he’s wrapped around her little finger.”

“Hey! Don’t talk to her like that!” Ron cut in. I rushed to pick up my things and I fled to the front of the shop, tears streaming down my face. I could hear Lavender laughing behind me and Ron calling my name. I shoved the front door open and walked out into the snow. I pulled my coat on and made my way briskly down the empty street. Everyone was probably inside the Three Broomsticks keeping warm. My sobs rocked my whole body and as my knees buckled, I dropped to the frigid ground.

I thought my life had finally had a purpose. Ron wanted me for me, smarts and all. And now I was going to lose him to some manipulative witch who was going to try and break all of us apart. I was crying into my hands when someone came up behind me. Ron knelt down next to me and I burrowed myself into his arms. He stroked my hair and cooed into my ear. I sniffled and looked at him, his face filled with heartbreak.

“Why is there always something in between us?” I asked. “First our friendship with Harry and now her.” A tear escaped and Ron wiped it away. I gazed up at him and saw that his eyes were tearing up too. I kissed him tenderly, our tears mingling. He stopped and looked longingly at me.

“I won’t do it,” Ron said adamantly. “I’m not going to pretend to care for her when all I care about is you.” I shook my head.

“She’s not going to make it that easy for you. She’ll cook up some story and get Harry to believe that we were intentionally hiding this from him to hurt him or something worse. She’ll find a way to make our lives hell.” I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. “Just, be her boyfriend. For our friendships sake.” I turned my head from him in shame. He took my chin in his hand and guided me back to him. He looked even sadder than before. “You know she will,” I reasoned. He nodded and brought me closer to me. He leaned down and kissed me, melting some of the pain away.

We heard someone walk up behind us and we ceased. “Excuse me, but he’s my boyfriend, for right now anyways,” Lavender added as I hastily wiped the tears from my face. I didn’t want her to know how much this hurt me, hurt us. The less she knew, the less she could use to hurt us further. Ron frowned and rose to face her.

“You said I had to be your boyfriend when other people were around, and last time I checked, there’s no one here!” Ron scoffed at her. She seemed taken aback, but sneered back, none the less. Ron hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me up from the ground, brushing off the snow from my jacket. He tucked my hair behind my ear and pressed his forehead to mine lovingly. Lavender cleared her throat, ruining our moment. She cocked her head toward the Three Broomsticks and we saw students beginning to trickle out into the cold and back to the castle.

“Well you can escort me back to the castle,” Lavender said. “There will be plenty of people to see us then.” She smirked at me, and it took all of my self-control not to pounce on her. Ron pressed his lips to my cheek and reluctantly went with Lavender on the way back up to the school. He glanced back, sorry written all over every inch of his face. And to make it worse, she intertwined her fingers with his and drew close to him.

I saw Ginny and Harry exit the Three Broomsticks, looks of shock spreading across their faces seeing Ron with her. Before they could see me, I ducked down the narrow alleyway and sank down against the side of the building. I stayed there until the chatter of students was a distant din, whilst crying silently to myself. I got up and made my way alone back up the road. The castle came into view and I saw kids running across the grounds, having snowball fights and building snowmen. I trudged inside and made my way up to the common room, bypassing dinner.

I walked through the portrait hole and spotted Ginny sitting by the fire. I tried to sneak past her, but it was no use. She hopped up and caught me by the shoulder, turning me around. “What the hell does Ron think he’s doing with that bimbo?” I shrugged my shoulders and made to continue for the stairs, but Ginny stepped in front of me. “I’m serious. I guess I just assumed that he would always end up with someone like you. Well not someone like you, but you.” I couldn’t listen to her tell me we were perfect for each other, I already knew that.

“I don’t know, Ginny,” I said. “He must have a good reason.” That statement alone stabbed at my heart. It wasn’t a good reason that he was with her, but as of now it seemed to only option in order to keep our lives intact. I told Ginny good night and made my way up to my dormitory.

I pulled on my pajamas and crawled into bed, even though bits of sun were still peeking through the curtains. I rummaged in my bedside table drawer under my other books and drew out a pocket sized photo album. I flipped to the first page and couldn’t help smiling. It was the earliest picture I had of Ron and I. We were in our second year at one of Harry’s Quittich matches. Collin had taken it and given it to me a few years later. I turned to the next page and before I could tie a memory to the image, a small piece of parchment fell from in between the pages onto the floor. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and bent down to pick the note up. I unfolded it and immediately recognized the hand writing.


I will make this up to you. I promise from the bottom of my heart. Meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight at midnight. Wear something nice.
-Ron

I was so unsure of what he had planned, but was completely elated about being able to see him alone. I threw back my covers and ran to my wardrobe. I moved what little there was to the side, looking for something I was sure wasn’t going to be in there. But low and behold hung the red formal dress my mother had insisted on buying me last summer before school. She had assured me there would be a time when I would need one even though I guaranteed her that I wouldn’t. I guess she was right.

The dress was a deep shade and was knee length. The waist was cinched by a band of material roses. The dress flowed out from the waist with a sheer fabric over the top that fanned out when I moved. It really was a beautiful dress.

I glanced at the clock: six- thirty. I decided that I should get some sleep now in order to be ready for whatever Ron was planning for me tonight. I hung the dress back inside and crawled back into bed. I fought sleep for an hour or so until I drifted into oblivion.

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Hope you liked it

Wow! Awesome chapter!
Can't wait to see what Ron has planned... gotta be interesting
-Rachel

I want more now it's just soooooooooooo amazingx

Thanks
Thanks for reading! so glad you liked it!


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I am in the process of writing the next chapter ... should be up by this weekend i'm hoping!
~sam~

Hey! This story is awesome! I can't wait for the next update.

Thanks its great to have a new reader! I'm glad you liked it!

~Sam~

Chapter 5


I awoke in the dead of night. I peered from my bed to make sure that all the other girls were asleep. Quietly, I tiptoed over to my wardrobe and took out my dress. Peeling off my pajamas, I slipped on the little red dress. I ran a quick brush through my hair and dabbed on a little mascara. Making sure not the wake anyone, I made my way down to the common room. As I passed a mirror, I stopped to ponder my reflection.

The person staring back at me seemed so… ordinary. I didn’t cake on makeup like some girls did. My hair wasn’t anything special, sometimes just a frizzy mess. I couldn’t seem to find what Ron could find so appealing about an ordinary girl like me.

I slipped from the common room and crept around the castle. The dimly lit hallways led my way to seventh floor corridor. I stared up at the blank wall and imagined what lay behind it. I closed my eyes and thought, “I need to see Ron.” I opened my eyes to see two large wrought iron doors towering over me. Exhaling, I stepped forward and pressed my weight against the door. It opened to reveal one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen.

The Room of Requirement had been turned in to a private ballroom. The floors were marble as well as the pillars that towered over me. They had ivy wrapped around them, reaching for the top. Windows surrounded the room, stretching from the ceiling to the floor. However, the ceiling wasn’t a ceiling at all. The night sky scattered with stars shone brightly above. The large phonograph we had used in preparation for the Yule Ball fourth year was off to the side. And there he was.

Ron was wearing a muggle suit as opposed to the usual dress robes. His hair was neatly combed unlike the natural bed-head he normally sported. His eyes shined like the stars above and his smile beamed as bright as mine. He lifted his hands, panning the room. “What do you think?” he proposed.

“It’s absolutely wonderful,” I relished. He placed the needle to the record and a static rendition of “La Vie en Rose” began to stream out. The trumpet spoke of love, the same love that could be found in both of our faces. Ron walked over to me and offered his hand. I placed mine in his and he pulled me to him. He positioned his left hand on my waist and we began to waltz around the ballroom.


Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose


We moved to the music and the beat of our hearts. He was light on his feet and took us all around the room. He spun me away and brought be back in, my back to him. I craned my neck to meet his eyes. “Where did you ever learn to dance like this?” I posed. He smiled, remembering.

“Mum taught all of us the summer before our first year of school. She said it was something that every man should know how to do, and to do it well.” He laughed, his chest vibrating against me. “I took to it almost instantly. This is the first time I’ve really gotten to show off my skills.” He flashed a grin and I could only laugh.

I had forgotten all of the horrors of the day, all that lay behind, and all that lay ahead. There was only him and I. This dance, this moment was all that mattered to me. He was all that mattered to me.

He spun me back to face him. The song ended and all that could be heard was the rain drops rapping on the window panes. Ron cupped my face in both of his hands. I closed my eyes in the moment. His lips pressed upon mine and I returned the gesture. His hands moved to wrap around my waist and we began to sway to the music the shower outside was composing.

We became lost in each other. Time seemed to stop and there was only us. Reality itself seemed a distant concept, our love the only attainable thing in the world. I knew everything would be alright between us, no matter what forces tried to keep us apart. I knew then that Ron would fight against all odds to be with me. He didn’t have to tell me with words; I just knew.

After what seemed like a life time, we slowly broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes. Our love was visible. Ron brushed hair from my face and rested his hand against my cheek. I pulled myself to him, his arms closing protectively around me. His lips moved to my ear. “I love you Hermione,” he whispered.

I had already known that he loved me. But hearing him say the words out loud was an entirely different reality. I raised my head from his chest to look at him. His eyes seemed nervous, unsure of my thoughts. I smiled and brought my hand to his cheek.

“I love you too, Ron.” He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. He tore away from the kiss and pulled me into another loving embrace. We held each other for what seemed like an eternity. The rain had ceased bring silence to the room.

“I will love you forever, Hermione Granger,” he said breaking the silence. “No matter what life may bring, that is my promise to you.”

Awwwwwwww!!! Sooooo cute!
Absolutely LOVED it! They both deserve a moment away from their crazy world and they got it... yay!
-Rachel

ahhhhhhhh so good! post more!!!! pwease!

Can't wait for moooooooooooorex

I agree and thank you!
Yay!! A new reader I'm so glad you like it!
More will be coming soon


P.S. I have the next chapter written and will post it sometime soon. I however am experiencing writers block I kinda know where I want to go but am having a hard time getting there
And also thank you too all my readers! I love getting comments and knowing that my writing is liked
~Sam~