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Chapter 1 : Worth the Wait
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"Hang on a moment!" said Ron sharply. "We’ve forgotten someone!"
"Who?" asked Hermione, trying not to drop the fangs she held.
"The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?"
"You mean we ought to get them fighting?" asked Harry. Hermione looked at Ron, somehow knowing that was what he’d say. He’d never once taken her idea of S.P.E.W. seriously – although, she had to admit that he had worried about her not eating. No one would ever be more surprised than Hermione when Ron said seriously,
"No, I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us–"
In that instant, every movement she made felt as though it took an eternity to perform. Kiss him, went through Hermione’s mind repeatedly and she felt herself let go of the Basilisk fangs.
Brilliant, Hermione, she thought to herself, you’re going to have to pick them up now. But as her legs began to carry her quickly towards Ron, her thoughts changed to, Forget the fangs…kiss Ron.
She reached him, time still going slower than the growth of Flobberworms, and flung her arms around his neck. She felt him toss aside the fangs and broom as her lips met his and lightning coursed through her veins. In that minute, nothing else mattered.
It didn’t matter that they were in the middle of the most vital war ever. It didn’t matter that Harry was in the room, most likely watching them uncomfortably. It didn’t matter that they had constantly fought, because really, they always made up anyway. It didn’t matter that it had taken almost seven years for this particular dream of hers to come true. What mattered now was that Ron was holding onto her as if he could never get enough of her, and kissing her as though he would never get another chance to. And she kissed him back as though she would die if she wasn’t kissing him.
Every unsaid word, all the budding tension over the years, was poured into the kiss, and Hermione tried her best to say how much he meant to her. What they had begun saying in the chamber, they were completing now.
All she knew in that period of time was Ron; his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, and the feel of his arms around her. She felt herself get light-headed and sway, but Ron merely held her even tighter. She felt as though she would melt if he let go of her now.
And suddenly, someone said, "OI! There’s a war going on here!" and Hermione was brought back to the present. She felt Ron move a step away, but she kept her arms around his neck.
"Wow," she whispered.
Ron smiled oddly as he answered Harry, "I know, mate. So it’s now or never, isn’t it?" Ron looked back at her, seemingly in shock. Hermione knew what was going through his mind, because it was going through hers, too – did I just imagine that?
She knew she hadn’t when Harry suddenly shouted, "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux? Do you think you could just… just hold it in until we’ve got the diadem?"
Hermione glanced at Ron and blushed. Ron returned her smile, his ears going pink at the same time. He apologized to Harry, and then both of them began to pick up the fangs. Ron moved close to where Hermione was picking hers up, and made eye contact with her.
She couldn’t help herself – her gaze slipped quickly to his lips. Ron laughed lightly at her and grinned. "What are you smiling at?" she asked him in a whisper.
Ron shrugged, and replied just as quietly, "Just that it took seven years for me to get to kiss you…."
Hermione blinked, "Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted to kiss me?"
Ron looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "It was more ‘why didn’t I tell you how much I like you?’"
"And why didn’t you?" She asked.
"Well, how shall I put this? I was a git…ask Fred, he’ll tell you."
"What if I want to hear it from you?"
Ron’s ears turned scarlet as he said, "I like you, Hermione."
Hermione couldn’t help but smile broadly, "I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. I like you too, Ron." She met his eyes again, and suddenly felt a whole new flutter of feelings well up within her. She had wanted this since first year. She had given him so many clues throughout the years; she had all but declared her love for him after the Yule Ball. She figured that they had earned another kiss and so she leaned forward to kiss him, Ron looking at her eagerly, his lop-sided grin very apparent on his face.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Harry cleared his throat. Hermione and Ron leaned back and finished picking up the fangs. As they stood up, Ron winked at Hermione and said quietly, "We’ll finish this later."
Her arms erupted in goose bumps and a shiver ran up her spine at his words. As Hermione gathered up the last of her dropped fangs and followed Harry and Ron, she felt nothing but pure excitement. She had finally kissed Ron Weasley.
A/N: Sorry for the obscenely long wait!! I wish I could simply say that it was because I wanted to create anticipation, but that would be a total lie. It started with a series of annoying internet problems, which escalated into me getting a virus, which forced me to have to have my computer wiped. Luckily enough, they managed to save all my documents, but now I don't even have Microsoft Word, so bear with me. I'll do my best to get my 13th chapter up as soon as this validates! Thanks for reading!
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