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Chapter 9 : The Confession.
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Hermione sighed and rubbed her temples. “Ronald! How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t just put itching powder in the first year’s pajamas?! The poor kids are all ready terrified enough!” She gestured over towards three first year students. All three of them were desperately trying to undo the itching powder’s effects. The way that they were moving around, trying to scratch every area of their bodies, made it look as if they were doing some kind of ritual dance.
Ron let out a loud belly laugh.
“Come on, Hermione! Look at them!” He nearly fell off the couch from laughing so forcefully. “You gotta admit it’s funny!” The bookworm glanced at the first years, and a small smile formed over her lips. She waved her wand at them, and the itching immediately ceased.
“That should be better.” she smiled at them.
The first years shot her relieved, grateful looks, but glared at Ron. Ron quickly stood up, and the first years scattered like deers after they hear a gun shot. He laughed again, sinking back into his chair. “Ron, that wasn’t nice.” Hermione shoved her books to the side and sat next to him. Secretly she loved his rebellious ways. He didn’t care what trouble he got in to, or what the consequences were. That is one of the things she loved about him.
Before Ron could reply, she pushed him back on the couch and settled on top of him. “But for making me smile, you get a reward,” And with that, she kissed him passionately.
Ron, a bit surprised, kissed her back tenderly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his hand on the small of her back. Giggling softly, Hermione deepened the kiss and seductively slid her hand in his shirt. She smirked as the red head let out a soft moan, and she ran her hand further up his chest, loving the way his abs felt. Ron ran his hand up and down Hermione’s back, smiling at the way Hermione shivered under his touch.
Hermione felt goosebumps race up and down her spine. She loved the way Ron made her feel. She loved the effects he had on her. They continued to lay there for a while, kissing each other. Hands roaming while quite moans escaped their lips.
“Hermi--” Ginny started, as she burst through the common room door. Her eyes grew wide at the sight in front of her.
Hermione and Ron sprang up into a sitting position instantly. Both started smoothing out their clothes and fixing their hair. Their faces were flushed with the heat of their make out session and embarrassment of being caught. Hermione cleared her throat.
“Hey, ah, Ginny!” she squeaked. “W-whatcha need?”
Ginny blinked. “I-uh,” she shook her head. “I was wondering if you knew were Emma was.” she finished slowly. The poor Weasley was unable to get the image of her brother and her best friend engrossed with each other out of her mind.
Hermione shook her head. “No, I don’ know here Emma is.” she answered slowly. “In fact, I haven’t seen Emma or Hannah all night.”
Ginny raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Hm. They have to be around here somewhere.” If Hannah was with Harry, she was going to kill her while she slept. “Where’s Harry?”
Ron had now stretched out on the couch, his feet in Hermione’s lap.
“Chill, Gin. Harry is with Lisa. I think they’re practicing Quidditch.”
Ginny breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good.” Ron nodded and glanced at his sister and his girlfriend. He could see both girls wore troubled, worried expressions. “I’m sure Emma and Hannah are fine,” He waved his hand dismissively. “You know how those two are! They’ve been inseparable since they met. They’re probably off causing trouble for someone somewhere.” He chuckled at the thought. Despite the accusation about Hannah, he liked her. The girl had spunk and she didn’t seem to be afraid of anything. Emma was smart, and hilariously crafty. “Those two make a kick ass team, you know!”
Hermione laughed. Ron was right. Hannah and Emma were most likely off pranking someone. “You’re right.” she voiced, smiling at him. Ron returned her smile and rolled his eyes as Ginny made a faux gagging sound. “Hey, Gin, come play wizard chess with me!” He grabbed the board from under the couch and set it up. “You can play winner, Mione.” Ginny shrugged and sat down opposite from Ron.
“Good luck, both of you.” Hermione smiled, as she watched the two Weasley siblings battle each other in the brutal game of Wizard chess.
The ice cold water from his water bottle provided great relief for Harry as he emptied its contents over his head. It dripped down from his hair and landed in little drops at his feet. The sky above them threatened to rain. Again. He leaned back against his seat on the bleachers and tossed the empty water bottle back to his companion.
“Gee, thanks,” Lisa muttered. “Way to save me some.” She wiped the sweat off her forehead with the sleeve of her robe. An hour and a half of practicing Quidditch could really tire someone out. She pursed her lips and glanced at the raven haired boy, whom know had his eyes closed. “Hey, Harry?”
“Yeah?” came the reply.
She fiddled with her hands roughly and cracked her knuckles. “Don’t get mad when I ask you this, but...whom do you like more?”
That caught his attention. He opened his eyes and sat up.
“What do you mean?” he asked nervously. Even though he knew perfectly well exactly what his friend meant.
“Ginny or Hannah. You obviously have feelings for both girls. You’ve been dating Ginny for a while now, and then Hannah strolls into your life and after like two days of knowing her, you kissed her.”
Harry gaped at her. Shit. He knew he was not going to be able to avoid this one for much longer. Sighing, he pressed his fingers to his temples. Harry didn’t reply.
Lisa waited patiently for her friend to answer. That is of course, [i]if[/i] he answered.
After five minutes of complete silence between the two, Harry cleared his throat. Lisa looked at him expectantly. Anxious to hear his reply. For his sake, it better be the right answer.
“Well?” she pushed, now locking her green eyes with his own emerald green eyes.
Harry took a deep breath. It was now or never. He couldn’t be unfair to both girls; that wasn’t who he was. Harry looked out to the Quidditch field. He loved Quidditch. The excitement and rush of the game was thrilling. He loved chasing after the Golden Snitch, the feel of it’s cold, golden texture, and the light, fluttery wings. He turned his gaze back to Lisa, who smiled at him encouragingly.
“Okay, Lisa. Here it is,” He took a deep breath. “I like--”
“Damnit!” Ginny cursed again as Ron claimed victory for fifth time in a row. “How do you keep winning?!” she sputtered, eyes nearly popping out of her head.
“Years of practice, little sister.” Ron said a bit smugly. He picked up the board and put it away, sliding it back under the couch. Ginny scowled and stood up. She stretched and winced when her shoulder popped.
“Ow!” she cried out, rubbing it tenderly. The sassy Weasley yawned and bid Hermione and Ron good night. She disappeared and a second later, they heard her dorm room door slam.
Hermione giggled lightly and pulled Ron into her arms.
“You did an excellent job.” she purred into his ear. Ron shivered and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Yeah? Do I get a reward?” He grinned and small crinkles formed in the corners of his eyes.
Hermione smiled and kissed him softly for a few minutes. When they pulled away, both were out of breath. They smiled at each other and both blushed furiously.
“Good night, Ron,” She giggled and headed up the stairs.
“Night, Hermione.” He replied as he climbed the stairs to his own dorm. Ron changed into his pajamas, which was really just a very worn out t-shirt and his boxers. He settled under his covers and closed his eyes. “I love you, Hermione,” he whispered. His last thoughts were of bookworm before he let sleep overcome him.
Not a moment after Ron had fallen asleep, did two figures enter their common room. One had raven black hair and green eyes, the other had blond hair and green eyes. The boy shook water from his head, water droplets splashing onto the carpet. It had rained as the two were making their way back up to the castle. Yawning, he glanced at his watch. It read 12:30am. No wonder he was so tired.
Lisa, on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered with being wet. She waved her wand and was instantly dry. She said goodnight to Harry and started towards the stairs to the girls dorm. After climbing only two steps, she stopped and turned around.
“So you really like her more?” she asked quietly. She got a simple nod in response. Both of them were tired and would discuss the matter in the morning. “Tomorrow at breakfast, you should let her know.” she whispered. She left before Harry could reply.
Harry sighed. This was very stressful. However, he knew that he could not help who he fell for. As everybody did. It just happened and nothing controlled it. He sighed and made his way up the stairs. Harry shuffled over to his head and changed into his pajamas. The second his head hit the pillow, he fell into a troubled sleep.
AN: Hey everyone! Here it is! The long awaited chapter. I am soooo sorry that it took me so long to update! My computer crashed. But now I am back. I know, I know..you guys didn't even get to hear what Harry's answer was! But doesn't that make you want to continue reading? Please review! I'll give you a bakie..;)
Ps: The [i] [/i] was supposed to italicize the word between it. So..let's just pretend it did, oui? (That means yes in french!)
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