Chapter 11
(A/N) So hey all you aMAZing peeps out there! Sorry I haven't been posting in a while, and the last one was kinda a filler chapter. BUT I PROMISE THIS ONE'S GONNA BE LONG!!! (sorta) don't leave me I'm lonely... Also, yes, yes, I know, they're still 11, but I don't want to skip any years so bear with me, please! Also, I have managed to re-download Wattpad, so hopefully I'll be more active. And, I'm sorry Hermione, but this will be too awkward to put in your POV. I'm sorry! PLEASE KEEP ON HELPING ME WITH MY HOMEWORK! Anyhoo-sies I LOVE YOU SO MUUUUUUUUCH WITCHES AND WIZARDS!!! Mwah! ❤❤❤
~Iresine
Draco
Siriusly? This it it? The Gryffindor common room is really kinda boring. No giant window looking into the black lake, no silver fireplaces, no black leather couches, no green-fire torches, no-
"Ron! Harry!"
Actually, I take that back. The Gryffindor common room is the best place in the world. Hermione beamed at Blaise/Potter and I from her spot on the armchair next to the fire. I grinned back. It was impossible not to.
She put her book face down on the floor to keep the page and pulled Blaise/Potter and I into a bear hug.
When she finally pet go, my face was as red as a tomato, from the hug, and from, um... stuff. She looked expectantly at me. I went into full panic mode.
"H-hi Heriome oops Hermione h-how is your d-day today I hope y-you are doing well it is a f-fine day today right haha no clouds or a-anything right haha." I stuttered without punctuation. I mean, come on, cut me some slack! Who can actually form full sentences in front of this angelic being? She tilted her head cutely and stared at me.
"What's up with you today, Ron? You don't seem yourself." Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.
"Nothing! Well, maybe something, it was just lunch, and you know Ron."
Saved by the Blaise.
I turned to him and mouthed "IOU" before turning back to Hermione.
"Nah, I'm fine. It's Blai-Pot-Harry that needs to cut down on a few treacle tarts." I tried. I winced inside, thinking of my stumble with the name. I'm so stupid! But, miraculously, Hermione seemed not to notice, or she wasn't letting on on it, and laughed.
"That's right, Ron." Hermione smiled cheekily, went over, and pinched Blaise/Potter's cheek. We all laughed at that one.
But then, Blaise/Potter frowned and pointed to my hair. I looked up, and saw it was turning blonde again.
Quickly, without Hermione seeing, I whipped out my polyjuice bottle and drank half of it, just in case I needed the rest later. Blaise did the same, only he drank the entire thing. I gagged, and made a face as the stuff trickled down my throat. But Hermione saw that one.
"Ron! Are you alright?" She asked, her voice full of concern. I forced a smile through the awful taste that was making it's way down my throat.
"Aiee, maybe Bl-Harry was right after all." That made us laugh even harder. Actually, we laughed so hard we tumbled to the ground.
But our positions were not so funny.
Blaise/Potter was a couple feet away, still laughing his head off, blissfully unaware that Hermione and I's nose was a mere centimeter apart. I was on top of Hermione, yet not quite touching her, as my arms were on either side of her, keeping me up.
Her chocolate eyes stared into my grey- wait, blue, (forgot for a moment that I was still Weasel) one's. I wondered if she could see past the polyjuice.
Then, quickly, and without thinking, I closed my eyes gently placed my lips on hers.
She froze, still as a statue, but, after a couple of seconds, she kissed back. It was just a simple closed-mouth kiss, and we hardly knew what to do (it was our first one, after all) but it was absolute heaven. Her lips were so soft, and they tasted faintly of vanilla and something sweet that I couldn't place, and I could never get enough. Finally, we broke apart for oxygen, our faces flushed, grinning at each other like madmen.
But soon, I realized what happened.
No.
No.
It can't be.
Hermione was in love with Weasel.
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