Halloween Mix-Up

Halloween Mix-Up

by: Tassana Burrfoot





Chapter Eighteen: Between Friends







Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione. "Seriously, Hermione, you are taking it way too far," he complained. "We still have a whole year ahead of us. No need to rush to study right now."



"That's your problem, Ron," she argued. "It's not a matter of 'rushing to study.' It's a matter of just studying. I'm actually taking my time studying, believe it or not. That way, come next year, when it's time to take our N.E.W.Ts, all I have to do is brush up on what I already know. No need to stress myself."



"You'll still stress yourself," he pointed out. "You always do when it comes time for testing."



She sighed as she sat back in her seat. "Only because you don't," she commented. "Someone has to make sure you and Harry get things right."



He raised an eyebrow at her. "We'll pull through. We always do," he assured her. He looked around and tilted his head in confusion. "Speaking of, where is Harry?"



Hermione jumped up as she looked around the room. Harry wasn't there. She looked over at the bathroom, but noticed the door was open. Her eyes widened slightly in alarm, but then she relaxed. Mayhap this was the time?



"Maybe he got tired of hearing us bicker. We do that a lot, you know," she said.



He gave her a goofy lop-sided smile. "Yeah. Just like an old married couple," he agreed before he thought about his statement.



A moment of uneasiness passed between them that neither could explain. For a while, they just sat in silence. Hermione stared into the flames of the fireplace while Ron busied himself with the hem of his oxford.



Finally, he broke the silence, "Hey, Hermione? Would you like to, I don't know.. do something?"



She looked up at him. She knew what he meant by the way his cheeks flushed pink and his gaze remained downward. The last thing she wanted to do was respond. This was her best friend. Her brother. Even a month after touching him, she still couldn't get passed that idea.



"I don't know, Ron," she answered, uneasily. "I mean, we'll have to eventually, right? I'm just not sure I'm overly comfortable with it."



He finally looked up at her, his blue eyes gazing at her curiously. "Why not?" he asked. "It's not like you've never done it before. We're here, we're alone. There's nothing really stopping us. Besides, I like the idea of you and me."



Realization slowly started to sink in. He had fallen for her. "Ron, I..."



"Look, we don't have to think about it," he pressed. "We could just do it to get it over with. It's driving me mad, not being with you. And I know you have to be frustrated with it as well."



She looked into his eyes and saw concern for her in them. She knew he loved her, she loved him. But it just wasn't the love she had in mind. Her love for him was different then the one he had for her... Or was it?



They had been best friends since first year. They knew everything about one another, and more. There was no mistaken their love for one another.



Then she remembered the spell. Her mind felt at ease as she remembered that spell. It was, after all, the cause of all of this. Yes. That was why he had fallen for her. He hadn't really fallen for her. It was just the spell.



Deciding to take him up on his offer and finally put to rest this frustration, she moved from her chair and onto the couch next to him. She smiled at him as she edged closer to him.



The next moments happened too quickly for her to take into account. They were kissing, his hands were everywhere. In his haste, he actually broke a few of the buttons off of her oxford.



She nearly squealed as he pushed up her skirt and grabbed her arse. "Ron, slow down!" she managed to squeak out.



He stopped completely, hovering above her. His hair was mussed and his lips were swollen. His piercing blue eyes stared into hers with a mixture of lust and need.



She didn't like it. Very slowly, she slipped away from him, moving backward until her back hit the arm of the couch. "There's no need to rush things," she gasped as she tired to catch her breath.



"I need you," he told her as he crawled towards her.



She held a hand to his chest. "Not like this," she begged. "There is no need to rush. Just... calm. Easy. Gentle."



He raised an eyebrow at her before giving her a soft kiss on the lips. He pulled back only slightly. "Like that?" he asked, waiting for approval.



She nodded her affirmation as she reached up and lightly touched his jaw line. He pressed his lips to hers again, this time slow and steady. She allowed herself to lean backwards and slide off the arm of the couch so her back rested on the seat cushions.



Now, it got better. She still had that uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she found she could follow Ron's movements. They undressed each other and soon, two naked bodies lay pressed against one another on the couch.



Hermione knew it was his first time. So, she decided to guide him. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Then, she took his hand into hers and brought it to her core, where she allowed him to touch her. She didn't have to tell him that was her entrance. His startled expression assured her he knew.



She felt him press against her core and she gasped. Yes! Please! Was all she could think. Suddenly, she was no longer Hermione. He was no longer Ron. They were just a woman and a man. Two people brought together by an act as primitive as ancient times.



She shut her eyes and threw her head back as he entered her. He was thick and long, but not much different from Draco or Seamus. Not that it really mattered to her. He was a guy, regardless. And now, he was a guy buried deep inside her.



And then, he moved. He began the rhythmic motions that have been in effect for millions of years. The motions which began it all. And she felt overpowered by the sensation that coarsed through her veins.



As he pumped into her, his movements became more frantic. Soon, they were both moving in an effort to relieve the feelings that were building up inside of them both. Their sounds of ecstasy were resounded off the walls of the small apartment.



As his seed spilled inside of her, he stiffened before finally collapsing atop her. He moved ever so slightly to the side so his weight wouldn't overpower her. "That was incredible," he whispered into her ear as he fought to catch his breath.



She smiled against his neck and nodded her agreement. "You were incredible," she told him.



He chuckled as he pulled out of her and moved more to the side, so he was squished against the couch. He shook his head as he wiped his forehead. Then, he looked at his hand in mild surprise. "Wow. I didn't know I could sweat that much," he jested.



She gave him a half smile. "Yes, well, I don't think you've ever really exerted yourself as much before. That really was great, Ron," she told him, surprising herself.



"Better than Malfoy and Snape?" he heard himself ask before he caught himself.



She frowned. Then, she sat up and dropped her feet to the floor. "What a very insensitive thing to say," she huffed as she began looking for her robe.



He shook his head. "I didn't mean it that way, Hermione," he apologized. "I just meant... well. They're just affected by the curse, aren't they? What we have is real."



"What exactly do you think we have, Ronald?" she demanded. "In case you've forgotten, you were affected by the curse as well."



"Yes, but I've..."



She stood up and saw that he had clammed up. She had a feeling she knew what he was going to say. But, she was tired of playing games. "Spit it out, Ron," she ordered him, hand on her hips.



He pinched his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. "I've always been in love with you," he confessed.



Now, that she hadn't expected. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond. Then, she sighed, "Really? That's funny. Draco said the same thing not long ago. And Seamus told me the other day that he'd always had a crush on me."



"Yes, but my feelings are real," he assured her.



She collapsed on her armchair and shook her head. "I wish I could believe you," she told him. "Unfortunately, with this spell, I have no idea who to believe."



"This spell doesn't cloud everything, Hermione," he quietly argued.



She was skeptical. "Honestly, Ron, between you and me, this spell does cloud everything."

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Author's Note: I know this chapter is really short. Sorry about that. However, I promise more surprises and such are in the future. I just kinda wanted to get this part a bit out of the way, so to speak. Good chapter, though, huh? Think Ron's got a chance?