Ron Weasley's Fan Fiction

A/N: This is a fanfic within a fanfic.. enjoy! Please Review!!

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Hello all, my name is Ron Weasley. This is a simple story that I thought you would momentarily enjoy, since I've enchanted this work with a spell so once someone reads it, they forget what they read, and will never again be able to come upon this piece of writing. Well, Hermione did. It was just my idea. Of course, she put the enchantment on it before she read it, so she doesn't remember this, thank goodness.

You see, this is a fan fiction about, well, Hermione! (sigh) She's so beautiful, and so wonderful, that I just can't keep my feelings in, and I definitely can NOT tell anyone about this, that would just be too embarrassing! So this is how I'm going to express my feelings for now. Maybe one day, way into the future, I'll finally be able to tell her how I feel about her. Or at least Harry, my best friend. Then at least I'd be able to talk about it with someone! But for now, this is the best way I could think of.

Oh.. um, I'm not the best writer, so I'm sorry if it isn't perfect.. It's just mainly for my enjoyment :D

Well, here goes nothing.....

Once upon a time, there was a gorgeous girl named Hermione Granger. Not only was she beautiful, she was smart too. The best of both worlds! Hermione had a friend named Ron Weasley. Ron, being a very handsome man, but not so smart, and great at wizard's chess, had fallen in love with his friend Hermione. One day, he finally told Harry Potter, his best friend, about his feelings for her, even though this was the most embarrassing thing to do. Well, except for telling Hermione that is, of course. Or Draco Malfoy… or any of the Slytherins for that matter.

"Well duh, Ron," Harry said bluntly. "Its not like I haven't noticed the way you stare at her endlessly for hours, with your eyes all googly. Or the fact that you get super pissed whenever she so much as looks at another guy."

"You mean, you knew? All this time?" muttered Ron. "Then why didn't you say anything? I've been dying trying to keep all this love trapped up inside!"

"Well, what was I supposed to say? 'So Ron, how's it coming with wooing Hermione?' And besides, it's really none of my business. Kind of sick actually, from my point of view, but whatever tickles your pickle." Ron had burst out laughing.

"What?!" cried Harry.

"You have no idea how bad that sounds Harry! Talking about my feelings for Hermione, then saying whatever tickles my pickle!" Then Ron began to blush, thinking to himself, oh my, I hope he didn't read too far into that. "So Harry, what am I supposed to do?"

"Well," replied Harry. "It's quite obvious. Just ask her to meet you in the prefect's bathroom! No Ron, just kidding! But seriously, just ask her if she wants to help you with your homework sometime, and just like, kiss her or something."

"KISS HER?!"

"I don't know! Do I look like a love doctor to you? I'm just saying if you want to get her in your arms, you have to do something romantic like that. Girls love that kind of stuff."

"Well, how do I .. kiss her? I mean I've seen it done in the movies and stuff, but, man. I don't know how to kiss! Well, I know how to if I wanted to kiss my dying grandma or something, but, I don't want to kiss Hermione like that!"

"Er.. well, just," Harry was trying to explain. "put your mouth next to hers and… er… this is weird, thinking about kissing Hermione.. and I guess just move it around a little bit, like this," he said, while making his lips look a little bit like a fish's mouth.

"Uh.. If you say so, Harry." Said Ron, but he decided that night before going to sleep, he would practice a little bit with his pillow. After all, Ron thought, girls do this all the time, it must do some good. He went to bed a little bit more confidant about the following day's plans.

The next night, as Ron and Harry were sitting in front of the fire, Harry asked Ron, "So, are you gonna do that thing we talked about last night? You know, get some help from that one person?"

"Yeah," said Ron. "Well, I guess I better go before she gets too involved in her studies."

Ron went over to the table in the corner where Hermione was working.

"Hermione?" he asked. "I was wondering if you could, er, help me on some homework."

"Of course, Ron," said Hermione. "Come here and sit next to me."

"Actually," said Ron, with an idea popping into his head. "I am doing some research in the, er… prefect's bathroom. Don't ask why, I just feel like I can find some answers there, but, I er.. need your help on something." He looked over at Harry, who had a surprised look on his face, and winked at him.

Reluctantly, Hermione agreed. They made their way to the prefects' bathroom. As soon as they got inside, and Ron had locked the door, he said to Hermione, "Okay, Hermione, I er.. have something I need to uh… give to you, before we… start the research. So, um, please close your eyes. This is kind of an, um, experiment."

And with a puzzled look on her face, she shut her eyes. Ron was ecstatic at how well this was working. He went right up to her, took a deep breath, and put his lips over hers. Just as soon as he did this, Hermione's eyes opened wide, and she smacked the poor fellow on the cheek.

"What do you think you're DOING??" she yelled. "Some resear--"

But Ron had started kissing her again, unable to stop himself. This time, Hermione got into it a little bit. Wow, she thought, Ron's a pretty good kisser, considering that he's, well, Ron. But why is he doing this? Oh well , I like it.

They continued to kiss for a good five minutes, making their way onto the floor, when Ron backed away for a few moments. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that," he told Hermione. "That was simply amazing... I.. I, I love you Hermione. I know you probably don't feel the same and probably want to start laughing but I just want you to know that--"

"Oh shut up Ron!" she replied, giving Ron a somewhat hurt expression. "I can't believe I hid my feelings for you for so long. Pretending to be interested in that silly Quidditch player, Victor Krum. And even Seamus for a while, not wanting to believe or let myself fall in love with my best friend, Ron Weasley. I never knew you felt the same way!" This brought a slight smile back to Ron's face.

They lay in silence for a moment, when Hermione took a hold of Ron's robe, taking it off Ron's broad shoulders, then slipping off his uniform vest and tie. She then unbuttoned his white oxford shirt, while Ron was kissing her ever so gently on her face. Then she took off her own robe, and her vest. As she started to unbutton her own white oxford shirt, Ron started to blush and said, "Hermione... I really, really love you, and have dreamed of this for a long time, but, um..." he couldn't quite believe what he was saying. "Can you just keep that on for now? I don't think I'm quite ready for it. Afterall, I'm 16. Yah, I'm perverted, but this is different. Its not just looking at some slutty supermodel, its being with the most beautiful girl in the world. I want to savour each moment, but also save some for other times."

Hermione just smiled and nodded her head. She leaned back in and the two started to make out again. They were enjoying their new-found love for quite a while, when someone knocked on the door of the bathroom.

"Hey!! Who's in there? You've been in there for 15 minutes!!! There are other Prefects that need to bathe , too you know!"

Ron hadn't thought about this before... how were they supposed to get out of the bathroom without people knowing they'd both been in there at the same time? This had apparently come to Hermione's attention, too, as she looked off in thought, with a panicked look on her face.

"Ron!" Hermione whispered. "You go and distract whoever's out there, tell them you were doing research, trying to find out how often Myrtle leaves the Girl's bathroom upstairs, and I'll slip out the door..."

"No, that won't work! I'm not too good at diversions... why don't you, er.. well," he said, as a thought came to mind. "You're a great kisser " Hermione had smiled at this comment. "... just go out there and start kissing him! That'll surely distract him! And.. er... then I'll slip out. You can say you're doing an experiment on surprises, or how prepared the Prefects are. Yah"

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. "You really wouldn't care if I .. kissed another guy?"

"For this reason? OF COURSE NOT!! We could get in so much trouble for being in here! Now go! Before he gets restless and uses the Alohamora spell!"

Hermione quickly kissed Ron once more, before she headed over to the door. As she opened it she said, "Oh hello there! Close your eyes! I have to give you something!"