Hermione Granger and the Unforgettable Moment (Unfinished)

Chapter 2 (Word count - 894)

     Hermione yawned and stretched. She had fallen asleep with Ron on the couch the day before. She then ate lunch and read. Dinner was its usual, except Ron kept licking his lips while looking at Hermione. She was red the whole time. That evening she watched the Weasleys play Quidditch. She wished she could play, but she couldn't even ride a broom. That night she continued moving her stuff into Ron's room, but she didn't finish so she slept in Ginny's room.
     Once she put on her clothes, she had a sudden realization. She would have to go back to Hogwarts for her final year. With pain, she remembered Ron's words earlier that month. He didn't want to come back to school for his final year and neither did Harry. She would be the only one going back. She sighed as she shook the thought away. Climbing down the steps after she got ready, everyone was already up.
     "Hey, Hermione. How'd you sleep?" Ron asked as she walked down the steps.
     "Fine. Can I talk to you?" she muttered quickly. He shrugged and followed her outside. They went around to the back of the Burrow.
     "What's up?" Ron asked, obviously worried by her tone.
     "Well, I was wondering if you are going back to Hogwarts for your final year. I know you already said you weren't going to, but I am going to be lonely if you don't," she pouted, making him feel guilty.
     "Hermione, you know I don't need to go back another year. I will miss you, but there is no need for me. I will probably get the job as an auror without my seventh year," he told her, grabbing her hands. She sighed and went on the tip of her toes to kiss his check. She then looked from behind Ron's head and saw Ginny winking at her. She flushed red and quickly ran over to the others.
     "Seems like you are getting along fine with Ron," Ginny rolled her eyes but laughed. Hermione grinned and they continued over to everyone playing Quidditch. Ginny got on her broom and flew up in the air with everyone. Ron did the same, so Hermione was the only on the ground besides Molly and Arthur. They were sitting in the living room.
     "Come up, Hermione!" George shouted and pointed to an extra broom, tattered but working. She shook her head.
     "C'mon, 'Mione. Just try it," Ron egged her on. He looked down at her with a grin, so she couldn't resist.
     "UP!" she yelled at the broom. It shot up and hit her hand. Harry came down from the air to help her steady the broom, as she got on it. She was shaking uncontrollably. She then flew the broom, slowly to the others. They all helped her steady it, as she tried to go higher in the air.
     "Nice!" they all exclaimed in unison. Hermione blushed. Ron stayed with her to help her fly, while everyone continued the game.
     "Hey, Hermione! Come be a beater!" George yelled to her from above. He pointed to the beater's bat from below. The Weasley twin obviously missed his brother being the other beater. Hermione and Ron made their way down to get the bat. Hermione was nervous but excited. Playing Quidditch always seemed fun to her. She practiced flying faster and hitting the ball with the bat that evening.
     When they were finished, Hermione completed the task of putting her items in Ron's room. She lie down in her bed after she had went to the bathroom to change. Ron was wearing no shirt, but baggy plaid pants. When he had walked into the room like this, Hermione flushed red.
     "Good Night, 'Mione," he called out, noticing her red face. He grinned and went over to his bed on the other side of the room.
     "Good Night, Ron," she uttered. She was still blushing as she turned away from his direction. A few minutes later, she was on the verge of sleep. She then felt the bed shake and was wondering if Ron had sat down next to her. Holding her breath she realized that Ron was snoring, so it wasn't him. She turned slowly to see a fluffy ginger cat. It meowed and looked at her, looking like it was trying to tell her something.
     "Go to sleep, Crookshanks," she whispered, trying not to wake Ron up. Hermione then noticed that Ron was no longer snoring and his blanket wasn't moving up and down with his deep breaths. Startled, she ran over to his bed. She noticed that he still wasn't breathing. She started shaking him, trying to wake him up. After a minute of shaking him, his breaths returned and his eyes opened.
     "Bloody Hell! Hermione, what are you doing?" Ron asked her in his sleep voice, rubbing his eyes to focus them.
     "I...I you weren't breathing! I thought you were un...unconscious. I-"
     "Calm down! Calm down. I'm alright. I think you were just paranoid," he suggested. He sat up and she hugged him immediately.
     "I was not paranoid, Ronald! You were not breathing!" she yelled at him. 'An I really that paranoid?' She wondered.
     "Go to sleep, okay?" he kissed her head and she went back to her bed. She fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.