All I Have To Give

As Hermione watched Ron walk away, she remembered his last words; "I’m poor… just like that guy in the song I just sang." Oh My Gosh! So he was confessing his ‘undying love’ with the song! Then, all of a sudden, her heart was beating in this funny way she can’t explain. She also felt some rumbling in her insides. An unexpected smile appeared on her lips. So this is what Chuva Choo Choo feels like, she thought.

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Why did I have to do that? Ron thought as he walked away, I should have known that she would choose Krum over me. I canÂ’t even afford a decent gift for Christmas!

"Ron!" A voice interrupted his sad thoughts. He turned around, knowing that it was the girl who hurt him.

"You donÂ’t have to explain, Hermione. I perfectly understand. You canÂ’t help it if you donÂ’t have feelings for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, thatÂ’s it isnÂ’t it? I confessed my love for you, you decline, I get hurt, and then you comfort me. IÂ’m not stupid, I know how it goes." He said, trying to look into her eyes.

"I didn’t say ‘no’ yet, didn’t I?" She said, there was a mysterious glint in her eyes.

"Well, I knowÂ… But I read your body language and it seemed pretty clear to me."

"Ron, you should try not to interpret oneÂ’s actions. I was just nervous about the whole thing" Hermione smiled at him.

"So… that’s a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’? ‘Cause if it’s still a ‘no’ you shouldn’t-"

"Ron, you talk to much." Hermione interrupted. Then she got closer to him and met her lips with his.

"What was that?" Ron asked in a sort of sarcastic tone when they pulled away.

"A kiss." She answered nervously. Oh my gosh! HeÂ’s still mad!

"You call that a kiss?" Ron asked with a naughty smile. Then he pulled her in another kiss. At first, it started out short and sweet. But because of RonÂ’s lack of self-controlÂ… he put a little, oopsÂ… sorryÂ… let me re-phrase thatÂ…. He put a LOT of tongue.

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Harry smiled as he watched his two best friends snog on the dance floor.

"Well, I guess our plan was successful, wasnÂ’t it?" He asked Dean and Seamus.

"Yeah, even though we tortured ourselves for 3 weeks, trying to learn new instruments. But I donÂ’t mind, I always wanted to learn how to play the drums, anyway." Seamus said.

"You guys are so lucky. Ron now has Hermione. And you guys have Parvati and Lavender. I, however, have nobody." Harry said sadly.

"What about Ginny? She definitely sees more in you than a famous Hero." Dean tried to cheer him up.

"NoÂ…. GinnyÂ’s just a friend." Harry said.

"Aww, C’mon Harry, don’t give us that ‘she’s just a friend’ shit. Everybody knows love starts from being friends! I mean, look at Hermione and Ron! You know what you should do? You should dance with her later. If your knees turn to jelly, and you feel something weird in your stomach, then it’s definitely something more than friendship." Seamus stated.

"WellÂ… ok. I guess thereÂ’s no harm in trying." Harry finally agreed. "Hey, letÂ’s cut this chat. The crowdÂ’s getting impatient! We have the solemn duty to entertain them!" Harry added.

"But our lead singer is busy snogging. WhoÂ’s going to sing?" Dean asked.

"What about Ginny? Ron said she could sing well." Seamus suggested.

"Ok. Ginny it is." Dean and Harry both agreed.

"UmmÂ… since our favorite couple is already snogging in the middle of the dance floor," Harry said in the microphone, "letÂ’s get this party started! But since our singer is having his own party at the moment, may we ask the other Weasley to take over. Ginny can you sing for us?" Harry asked. To which, Ginny willingly agreed and stepped up the stage.

"UmmÂ… Professor Dumbledore? Can you give us a disco ball please?" Ginny asked the headmaster, who was standing near the stage.

"Sure Miss Weasley." He said. And with a flick of a wand, a gigantic disco ball appeared in the middle of the great ceiling. The students immediately filled up the dance floor, and danced the night away, as Ginny began singing a fast paced song.

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"I canÂ’t believe you guys took so long to hook up!" Harry said when they were all in Common Room together.

"You should speak for yourself! I mean, you and Ginny got together just now, too!" Hermione said.

Harry blushed but quickly recovered, and put his arm around Ginny. "Hey, with Cupid running around naked, and shooting his arrows again, what did you expect? Besides, itÂ’s not my fault it took him so long to hit me! But youÂ… love birds, were definitely hit long before tonight happened! ItÂ’s obvious that you were born for each other."

"Yeah, I agree with Harry!" Dean said, "I mean, I can see it now…" Dean stood up and recited like he was Shakespeare or something, "In the front page of the Daily Prophet, ‘RON WEASLEY AND HERMIONE GRANGER NUPTIALS.’ Or maybe even, ‘RON WEASLEY + HERMIONE GRANGER…. PHYSICALLY… (wink, wink)’ And on the bottom, it says, ‘It was LOVE that brought them together… FATE that destined them to be with each other… It was the LANDSCAPE that he chose… The UMBRELLA, which she pulled open… The BLACK HOLE where all UMBRELLAS fall… And the HILLS where they fetched MILK! Put it all together and it becomes… LOVE… PASSION… ORGASM… Um, I mean, FATE! Join us in this wonderful opportunity to witness an event, where two people BOND for life, and become each other’s BED WARMER for all eternity.’" After his Shakespeare-like elocution piece, everyone was staring at him like he was a drunk git peeing in the middle of a battle field in World War Two.

"What? It could happen!" Dean said, giving a fake pout.

"No Dean, weÂ’re just surprised! We didnÂ’t know you could make nice poetry! Well, yeah, you were a bitÂ… dirty minded thereÂ… but all in all, that was pretty good." Lavender commented.

"Really? Wow… Yeah, I guess the Daily Prophet could write an article on me too! Just imagine… ‘Dean Thomas… The famous poet who has a wonderful, poetic brain as dirty and as green as the stuff up your nose, like mucus." Everyone groaned. Apparently, they were all grossed out by the word ‘mucus’.

"Eew, Dean! Why did you have to add the words ‘mucus’, and ‘up your nose’?"

"Ok, fine, I’ll re-phrase it! Freeze, Rewind, and Record! Ahem… ‘Dean Thomas… The famous poet who has a wonderful, poetic brain as dirty, and as green as mu-, I mean, Leprechauns… ok? Leprechauns. You guys happy?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Good enoughÂ… Hey Ron, youÂ’ve been pretty quiet. What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked.

"IÂ’m thinking about the bed warmer thing." Ron stroked his chin like he was thinking of something important, "I mean, do I have to wait until weÂ’re married? Can I be your bed warmer NOW?" Ron asked Hermione with a hopeful look.

"WellÂ… I donÂ’t know, Ron. Why donÂ’t we try it?" Hermione suggested with a smile.

"Really?" Ron said with a huge grin. "Ok, letÂ’s go!" He led her out of the common room and in a deserted classroom, andÂ… I guess now itÂ’s up to your wildest, hormone-crazy, imaginations to imagine what they did. (You people should be ashamed for thinking such dirty thoughts!) ;)