Date Night: Short Stories

Harry Potter and the Ruined Moment

Ron didn't know what to do with his hands. They felt awkward hanging at his sides, but he didn't want to cross them, putting something between him and Hermione. Perhaps he could put them in his pockets? However, the problem was soon whisked from his mind, as the brown haired girl in front of him stepped closer. "It's OK Ron, no one can see us behind this tapestry" she murmured. Ron noticed that her face was turned up towards him, and her eyes were closed, long brown lashes brushing against her creamy skin.
She wants to kiss me? Hell, what am I meant to do?
Ron hesitated, then leant down awkwardly until his lips met Hermione's.
The kiss was all too brief, as Harry bounded into the corridor, interrupting them. "I was reading your mail Ron, and look what I...Oh". Harry paused awkwardly. Ron was filled with an unreasonable level of rage. "Bloomin heck, what do you think you're doing barging in here like this?" Harry shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"Well, I-"
"Look mate, can you just go back to the common room or something?" Ron could still feel the imprint of Hermione's soft lips on his own. He wanted to get back to their interrupted kiss.
"Well the thing is-"
"What?"
"Your mum sent you a letter. She says you're adopted."
"Oh shut up, Harry!"
"And Hermione's your blood sister" the famous boy wizard added lamely.
Ron started to splutter. "But I've got red hair like all my brothers, and she's, well, er..."
"Are you saying I'm not good enough to be your sister because I'm black?" Hermione said. Her voice was quiet, but colder than dry ice.
Ron stepped back, his hands up in an appeasing gesture. He tripped over backwards, catapulting down the spiral staircase behind him. His body cascaded down each flight with a series of sickening thuds, eventually landing heavily on a suit of armour at the bottom of the stairs. Unfortunately, this suit of armour had been rigged with a bomb by Fred and George earlier. It exploded, spattering the ancient walls of Hogwarts with a chunky mist of Ronald Weasley.
Harry took the crying Hermione gently in his arms. "It's OK, I won't tell anyone that you were snogging your racist brother" he consoled her.