Hermione's Angst and Ron's Adoration

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters.

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Hermione stared at Ron in amazement. A million things were running through her mind.

“He kissed me,” she thought to herself in complete surprise. “I thought he hated me. Oh, why did I start fighting with him? Maybe he came to tell me how he really felt. But, oh he makes me so damn angry, I don’t think I can hardly stand it anymore.”

Before she could even stop herself, she pulled herself right into him and kissed him, immediately leading the kiss by pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. She had both of her hands in a tight grip on his collar. Hermione had to admit to herself, Ron looked incredibly sexy since he’d begun to gain muscle. The half-unbuttoned shirt was nothing but suggestive to her, and she could feel a rush of adrenaline through her entire body. She found herself wanting more, and couldn’t believe she was feeling this strongly about it.

Pulling back from the kiss one last time, Ron breathed heavily as he stared at Hermione. There was a short awkward silence; neither knew what to say.

Finally, Ron opened his mouth again, "Um... Hermione... wow."

Hermione blushed slightly, still unsure of what to say. Ron stuttered a bit more, "Uh... uh... um... Hermione? Do you... er, like me?"

She bit her lip, staring at Ron for a few moments. She wanted to scream that she did... she wanted to tell him everything. Why was she feeling so angry, though? Maybe she didn't really like him. Maybe she really didn't care for him, and that was why she was so angry. She could hartelltell what she was feeling anymore. Hermione sighed, "I don't know, Ron. I just... don't know." She gathered her books up quickly and slung her bag over her shoulder. "Goodnight, Ronald." With that, she turned and left the library.

She stepped out of the library and practically sprinted for the Common Room. She looked behind her only once, to see if Ron was following. He wasn't. "You're STUPID, Granger! Why did you say you didn't like him?!"

"Because," a nasty voice said in the back of her mind, "it'd never work out. You could never be with him and go to Post-School at the same time. You need to concentrate on your studies; they'd make you happier than any boy."

Hermione reached the Common Room and said the password, bursting in and sprinting up the stairs to the Girl's Dormitory. She sighed heavily and dropped her bag on her bed, the other girls all asleep already. Hermione didn't know what to make of what had just happened. Her and Ron kissed. They kissed. Maybe that was what all of their fighting through their years had been about. They liked each other, and fought the feelings off.

But that was ridiculous. Hermione didn't like Ron. Ron was... scruffy, and irritating. Just too much like a boy. Hermione undressed and put on a pair of pajamas, consisting of deep red cotton pants and a golden tank top. Climbing into bed, she fell asleep almost immediately. Maybe she'd been more tired than she thought...

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Hermione laid back on her bed, the rest of the Girl's Dorm empty and the door charmed to not even unlock with Alohomora. Ron was slowly laying on top of her, a small smile on his face. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Ron asked softly, his voice weighing heavily with passion. Hermione nodded, and Ron planted his lips hard onto hers. They kissed roughly for a brieft moment, before Ron tilted his head to the left and began placing small kisses down her neck. He kissed down to her shoulder, where he slowly lifted her tank top and revealed her two round, beautiful breasts. Ron slowly began licking around the light brown nipples, Hermione's tan skin glinting with noticeable sweat from excitement. Hermione sighed from pleasure as Ron began massaging the unattended-to breast, and closed her eyes. Ron stopped licking aroher her left nipple and moved to the right one, giving it just as much attention as the other. He then slowly began dragging the tip of his tongue down the center of her flat stomach, running it over her bellybutton and slowly beginning to tug her deep red pants downwards. Slipping them off of her body entirely, he revealed a black g-string that tied on both sides. A cocky smirk crossed his lips as he began untying it...

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"Hermione!" a voice said very loudly. Hermione jumped awake with a start, seeing a very irritated Lavendar standiherehere tiredly in her school uniform. "You overslept, c'mon. Breakfast is halfway finished."

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, leaping out of bed and throwing her trunk open. She pulled out one of her clean, nicely-folded uniforms and ran up to the Girl's Dormitory Bathrooms, examining her face in the mirror. She realized, with a start, that she had just been dreaming of her and Ron... obviously preparing to engage in fully physical sex. Hermione smiled a bit to herself, reliving the dream and wishing she hadn't overslept. She'd have liked to see how the dream ended.

Rushing to put the uniform on and make her hair look somewhat presentable, she grabbed her bag and ran down the stairs to the Great Hall, where students were most certainly chattering busily as breakfast was coming to an end. Hermione dropped into her seat and began eating rather quickly.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Sleep late, Hermione? You never do that."

"Oh," Hermione said, swallowing her toast. "I was... I was having an odd dream. I guess it caused me to sleep a bit longer than expected."

"Oh?" Ron asked in a mildly sarcastic tone. "What was it?"

"Nothing you'd hold any interest in, Ronald," Hermione said, gulping down the rest of her pumpkin juice and standing up. "Well I must head to my lessons early, I'll see you both later." She eyed Ron for a brief moment before turning and leaving the Great Hall...