Ron was MIne

It was no secret that I was hurt when Ron started dating Lavender, I was also livid as hell. After all, it was just assumed that Ron and I were together. Ever since the scene after the ball in year four everyone has known Ron was mine. He just didn't know it yet. I mean no, we weren't official, but after all it was only a mater of time. Everyone knew it. You would have to be dumber than a rock not to see it.

I spent more time at his house than I did at mine. His mother gave me Christmas presents. I'm friends with his family. I had spent the past three Christmases with him not to mention summer vacations with him. I mean for goodness sake, he burped slugs for over an hour for me! I know I sound like a jealous shunned girlfriend. But until Lavender decided she wanted him, Ron barely looked at other girls.

Of course Lavender only had him for so long before he came back to me. I know I wasn't there when he was poisoned, but I was informed by Ginny what he said while unconscious, and it certainly wasn't "Lavender". I know, I'm supposed to be the good girl who doesn't cheat on anything or anyone, nor do I condone it. But over the years I've "helped" Ron on quite a bit of homework. But still I wasn't going to steal Ron from Lavender, even if she did take him from me. Well, what I'm getting at is that I have a secret.

Ron and I did kiss one day. It was unexpected and it confused me beyond belief, after all he had a girlfriend. We had been working together on a prefects project sometime around the end of November, the thirtieth to be exact. I never saw it coming, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

It was a chilly day, but not uncomfortably so. We had been charged with making new name plates for all the teachers desk for the Christmas holidays, so we were in an old wood shop that adjoined a classroom that housed the, while brief lived it was, muggle woodworking class. I had gone through this phase when I was younger where all I wanted to do was hang out in my grandfather's shop where he made these cute little garden gnomes and name plates for doorways, so I knew the basics of wood burning but Ron was a little shaky.

There we were the smell of charred cedar in the air, us leaning in so close over our project I could feel his silky hair brushing my forehead, laughing and telling jokes about the years before we met. I learned things I never knew about him until that day. Like, did you know that Ron had drawn on everything he could get his hand on until he drew a very life like picture of Dumbledore in the cover of his mothers' most expensive cookbook? Oh sorry, I'm getting off track again, back to the story.

So we had just spent the entire double period together completely alone, that's quite a bit of time. In fact, we've never spent that much time together alone, except when Harry was put in the hospital, and then we were too worried to notice this electricity between us. I mean honestly, you could practically see it was so thick! I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true one minute we were laughing then I glanced up into his eyes, and his blues locked on my brown. Then his gaze dropped to my mouth we were only inches apart, I thought for sure he was going to kiss me. But then he seemed to come out of it. He pulled away and we got back to work.

Too soon for my liking the bell could be heard sounding the end of class and the beginning of lunch. We set aside our project and after I preformed a quick cooling charm on the wood burner and stored it away, we went to the adjoining room to gather our books. I could feel his gaze on me as I led the way into the room, it seemed to get even more intense as I grabbed my bag and turned back around. He was still standing in doorway. Feeling the need to break the deafening silence I half croaked half laughed.

"Alone again? They must really trust us." I could feel my eyes growing bigger as he covered the five steps between us in just two, he does have incredibly long legs after all, and brought his mouth down to mine. All I could think of was Kiss him back, fool! But then it hit me, he had a girlfriend. This was wrong, and as much as I wanted him I wouldn't take him like this. It was wrong! I could feel his hand drawing circles on my hip, feel him pressed against me from chest to knee, feel his lips moving against mine in slow sensuous caresses. Then I felt him pulling away. I knew it was wrong but I followed him, not wanting to break contact, he kissed me again, harder yet softer. This time I broke away.

He cleared his throat, I adverted my eyes, we picked up our respective bags, and left the room so quickly that anyone watching would think we had found fluffy's new room. It was awkward and I had such butterflies in my stomach that I couldn't even choke down lunch. I was almost sick in two of my classes so I knew it had to be more than guilt about poaching on Lavender's territory. The next day I found out I had a forty-eight hour stomach virus and was too sick to even bring up the incident with Ron. In a way I was relieved that I had a real excuse not to talk to Ron. Ironic isn't it? I, Hermione Granger, had faced down Voldemort, watched my best friends godfather be killed, and I still was too afraid to talk to my other best friend about a kiss in an old woodshop.

A few days later I heard Ron and Harry talking about how glad Ron was to be rid of Lavender. I knew it was too soon for us; after all he was on the rebound. But before long we would have to talk about it decide were we stood. But until then, I have a Christmas project to finish. So as I walk into the shop shaking the snow out of my hair who should I find but Ron?