A Quaint Autumn Evening
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Ron/Hermione
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,540
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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A Quaint Autumn Evening
Disclaimer - It's not mine!
It was another hogsmeade weekend in the glorious autumn month of October. The pavements were littered with the amber and bronze tones of fallen leaves that crunched under the foot of the hundred or so students that trampled through the quaint little village. It was late in the afternoon and the children were making they're last purchases of the day, stocking up on much needed chocolate or having that last butterbeer with they're friends before home time. The sun had already begun to set, setting the surrounding hills on fire with a bath of golden rays. The light hit the trees making them glisten and sparkle in the most fairytale of ways. Many owls flew overhead from the local post office delivering they're letters to families all over the world. A soft hooting could be heard once in a while signifying others of their presence.
A trio of friends sat under one of the old oak trees on a rickety bench that creaked pleasantly under the weight and pressure. The friends were laughing and joking, the perfect friendship to on lookers. A young male with scruffy dark hair and glasses left the others after being suddenly summoned by a fiery haired young woman, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of the local sweet shop honeydukes. The duo left remained on the bench shuffling nervously and casting brief glances in the others direction as if uncomfortable without the presence of their friend.
“H…H…Hermione…” the redhead stuttered nervously as if expecting the worst to come from his friend.
“Yes Ron,” the brunette replied finding a boost of confidence from somewhere deep down.
Ron looked sheepish for a moment before standing from the rickety bench making a loud unpleasant creak. There was a slight chill to the air in contrast to the warm light breeze not 10 minutes ago. Ron started to nervously pace backwards and forwards running a sweaty palmed hand through his shabby hair, praying the words would come to him so he wouldn’t look like a prat.
“Look … Well you see … It’s like this … Me and Harry were just wandering round whilst you and Gin were buying quills or ink or whatever it was you were in flourish and blotts for! Anyway, Me and Harry were wandering and … well … I happened to glance in this shop window and I saw this … I saw … oh never mind!” Ron began storming off in the direction of Hogwarts, narrowly missing a group of giggling third years.
Hermione sat startled on the bench, her eyes glued to his form as he walked away from her. Her mind raced to come up with a solution or explanation to work out what had just happened. Realising there was nothing immediate that came to mind she realised her only way to find out was to chase Ron and beg him to continue what he was saying.
Springing from he bench she ran through the growing crowds and sprinted after Ron shouting and screaming his name. He seemed oblivious to this and only seemed to speed his actions as he got closer and closer to Hogwarts, his destination.
“Ron …. Stop! Please! Ron!” Her final plea.
He stopped and turned round finally having the guts to face her through he still couldn’t bring himself to look into her hazel and amber speckled eyes.
“What?!” he said gruffly, seeming more uncomfortable in the present situation then the previous moment at the bench.
“Ron … What were you going to say?”
“It doesn’t matter just drop it ok!”
“Ron! I thought we’re friends! Friends share things! What’s wrong?!” Hermione pleaded.
“Nothing just leave it!”
“After all we’ve been through together you’re not going to tell me? You can trust me! We’ve been through so much toge…”
“I like you OK!” Ron shouted before his face glowed red and he stared at the ground admiring his laces on his shoes.
“You … Like me?” Hermione replied not believing what she had just heard.
“You don’t have to sound so bloody repulsed! Yeah I like you! I know you don’t feel the same. Who blames you? You can get guys like Viktor Krum! Why would you ever give me a second glance? It’s not as if I’m rich or good-looking or …”
Ron suddenly found he was unable to carry on his rant as his lips were warm and tingling in the most amazing sensation. She was kissing him! She was actually kissing him! He could feel her porcelain smooth skin brush against his ruff freckled cheek. It was heaven. His arms were dangling to his sides uncertain where he should put them without seeming inappropriate. His insides heated up with the passion he felt in his heart for the young woman in front of him.
As quick as it started, it was over.
“Ron, you don’t need to be rich I like you and your financial status has nothing to do with that! You’re caring, considerate, handsome and downright charming. I like you! I have done for a while now!”
Ron beamed at her, “Erm … what I was trying to say …” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. “I saw this and well … thought of you…here…” he passed
Hermione the box as he went the same fiery red as his hair right to the tip of his ears.
Hermione gingerly took the box off Ron and opened it revealing a beautiful antique pearl necklace. “It’s gorgeous….” She said in awe.
“Just like you then” He replied with a lopsided grin.
He grabbed her hand and the couple began to slowing saunter towards the school admiring the glorious autumn evening and idling chatting about this and that looking forward to they’re future as a couple.
It was another hogsmeade weekend in the glorious autumn month of October. The pavements were littered with the amber and bronze tones of fallen leaves that crunched under the foot of the hundred or so students that trampled through the quaint little village. It was late in the afternoon and the children were making they're last purchases of the day, stocking up on much needed chocolate or having that last butterbeer with they're friends before home time. The sun had already begun to set, setting the surrounding hills on fire with a bath of golden rays. The light hit the trees making them glisten and sparkle in the most fairytale of ways. Many owls flew overhead from the local post office delivering they're letters to families all over the world. A soft hooting could be heard once in a while signifying others of their presence.
A trio of friends sat under one of the old oak trees on a rickety bench that creaked pleasantly under the weight and pressure. The friends were laughing and joking, the perfect friendship to on lookers. A young male with scruffy dark hair and glasses left the others after being suddenly summoned by a fiery haired young woman, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of the local sweet shop honeydukes. The duo left remained on the bench shuffling nervously and casting brief glances in the others direction as if uncomfortable without the presence of their friend.
“H…H…Hermione…” the redhead stuttered nervously as if expecting the worst to come from his friend.
“Yes Ron,” the brunette replied finding a boost of confidence from somewhere deep down.
Ron looked sheepish for a moment before standing from the rickety bench making a loud unpleasant creak. There was a slight chill to the air in contrast to the warm light breeze not 10 minutes ago. Ron started to nervously pace backwards and forwards running a sweaty palmed hand through his shabby hair, praying the words would come to him so he wouldn’t look like a prat.
“Look … Well you see … It’s like this … Me and Harry were just wandering round whilst you and Gin were buying quills or ink or whatever it was you were in flourish and blotts for! Anyway, Me and Harry were wandering and … well … I happened to glance in this shop window and I saw this … I saw … oh never mind!” Ron began storming off in the direction of Hogwarts, narrowly missing a group of giggling third years.
Hermione sat startled on the bench, her eyes glued to his form as he walked away from her. Her mind raced to come up with a solution or explanation to work out what had just happened. Realising there was nothing immediate that came to mind she realised her only way to find out was to chase Ron and beg him to continue what he was saying.
Springing from he bench she ran through the growing crowds and sprinted after Ron shouting and screaming his name. He seemed oblivious to this and only seemed to speed his actions as he got closer and closer to Hogwarts, his destination.
“Ron …. Stop! Please! Ron!” Her final plea.
He stopped and turned round finally having the guts to face her through he still couldn’t bring himself to look into her hazel and amber speckled eyes.
“What?!” he said gruffly, seeming more uncomfortable in the present situation then the previous moment at the bench.
“Ron … What were you going to say?”
“It doesn’t matter just drop it ok!”
“Ron! I thought we’re friends! Friends share things! What’s wrong?!” Hermione pleaded.
“Nothing just leave it!”
“After all we’ve been through together you’re not going to tell me? You can trust me! We’ve been through so much toge…”
“I like you OK!” Ron shouted before his face glowed red and he stared at the ground admiring his laces on his shoes.
“You … Like me?” Hermione replied not believing what she had just heard.
“You don’t have to sound so bloody repulsed! Yeah I like you! I know you don’t feel the same. Who blames you? You can get guys like Viktor Krum! Why would you ever give me a second glance? It’s not as if I’m rich or good-looking or …”
Ron suddenly found he was unable to carry on his rant as his lips were warm and tingling in the most amazing sensation. She was kissing him! She was actually kissing him! He could feel her porcelain smooth skin brush against his ruff freckled cheek. It was heaven. His arms were dangling to his sides uncertain where he should put them without seeming inappropriate. His insides heated up with the passion he felt in his heart for the young woman in front of him.
As quick as it started, it was over.
“Ron, you don’t need to be rich I like you and your financial status has nothing to do with that! You’re caring, considerate, handsome and downright charming. I like you! I have done for a while now!”
Ron beamed at her, “Erm … what I was trying to say …” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. “I saw this and well … thought of you…here…” he passed
Hermione the box as he went the same fiery red as his hair right to the tip of his ears.
Hermione gingerly took the box off Ron and opened it revealing a beautiful antique pearl necklace. “It’s gorgeous….” She said in awe.
“Just like you then” He replied with a lopsided grin.
He grabbed her hand and the couple began to slowing saunter towards the school admiring the glorious autumn evening and idling chatting about this and that looking forward to they’re future as a couple.