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Title: New Year’s Eve (New Day Dawning)
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redbrunja
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Characters: Ron & Hermione.
Author’s Note: Written for thelightprincess89.
Summary: “This was the worst New Year’s Eve of Ronald Weasley’s entire life.”
11:57, December 31st.
Hermione was talking, while around them, the rest of the party was thronged through the Weasley's house, everyone circling around the clock, (not the old grandfather that bore the names of the family on hands, but a Muggle one that Ron’s dad had brought into the house just for the occasion). All around them, people were talking loudly, drinking, eating, some still dancing even though the music had been momentarily silenced for the count down.
11:58
Ron attempted to act suave and pay to what Hermione was saying, but all he could really think about was how he was going to have a socially expected way to kiss her in 60 seconds.
"Are you even listening?" Hermione asked.
"What?" said Ron
11:59
Hermione gave him a gimlet glare, but apparently that last year not-at-Hogwarts, when they'd been running around inches from death for nine months had worn down her temper. She just have him an amused and annoyed look and then turned as people started counting down.
"Ten..." they chanted.
Hermione was looking at the clock, her back to him.
Bloody, bloody, bloody hell... he thought as he tried to worm himself around the face her. There was a crowd pressing around them now, and Ron settled for tapping her on the shoulder.
"Five...."
She obediently turned around, lips slightly parted.
"Four...."
"Yes, Ron?" she asked.
"Three...."
"Er...."
"Two..."
Ron started to lean down.
“ONE!” the whole room shouted, and Ron flinched.
Hermione clapped dutifully as everyone started kissing each other. As couples fling themselves at their partner’s mouths, Hermione held out her hand.
Ron shook it, as over her shoulder, he saw his eldest brother kissing his dark-haired girlfriend.
Lupin’s niece pulled back with a laugh, and then delicately nipped Bill's bottom lip, her face flushed but her motions smooth and lithe and free of shame or embarrassment.
Hermione looked at the clock again, like there could be any doubt about what time it was. “Well, I’m off. I work early tomorrow, and I’d be very surprised if anyone else shows up.”
Ron tried to smile.
“Happy New Year’s Eve,” Hermione was saying.
This was the worst New Year’s Eve of Ronald Weasley’s entire life.
“It’s been fantastic,” he said.
Hermione gave a little wave and headed towards the door.
Ron stood stock still in the middle of the room. He blinked, and realized that Clancy and Bill were back in his line of sight. His eldest brother had his arm around her waist, and her hand resting against his neck, one finger toying with his fang earring.
Are you a Gryffindor or not? A voice snarled in his head, and he bolted after her.
“Hermione!” he yelled.
She whirled around, wand in her hand, eyes scanning the surrounding area.
“Death Eaters?” she gasped.
Ron shook his head, stopping in front of her.
“No, sorry, I just forgot something,” he said.
Hermione leaned her head to the side.
“What did you forget?” she asked.
Ron expected this to be hard, to be a challenge, but maybe after all the near deaths and the almost losing, after all the danger over all the years, maybe Hermione wasn’t as intimidating as she used to be or maybe it was just that it was right, this was right, and his lips met hers with no fear at all.
Author:
redbrunjaFandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Characters: Ron & Hermione.
Author’s Note: Written for the
lightprincess89.Summary: “This was the worst New Year’s Eve of Ronald Weasley’s entire life.”
11:57, December 31st.
Hermione was talking, while around them, the rest of the party was thronged through the Weasley's house, everyone circling around the clock, (not the old grandfather that bore the names of the family on hands, but a Muggle one that Ron’s dad had brought into the house just for the occasion). All around them, people were talking loudly, drinking, eating, some still dancing even though the music had been momentarily silenced for the count down.
11:58
Ron attempted to act suave and pay to what Hermione was saying, but all he could really think about was how he was going to have a socially expected way to kiss her in 60 seconds.
"Are you even listening?" Hermione asked.
"What?" said Ron
11:59
Hermione gave him a gimlet glare, but apparently that last year not-at-Hogwarts, when they'd been running around inches from death for nine months had worn down her temper. She just have him an amused and annoyed look and then turned as people started counting down.
"Ten..." they chanted.
Hermione was looking at the clock, her back to him.
Bloody, bloody, bloody hell... he thought as he tried to worm himself around the face her. There was a crowd pressing around them now, and Ron settled for tapping her on the shoulder.
"Five...."
She obediently turned around, lips slightly parted.
"Four...."
"Yes, Ron?" she asked.
"Three...."
"Er...."
"Two..."
Ron started to lean down.
“ONE!” the whole room shouted, and Ron flinched.
Hermione clapped dutifully as everyone started kissing each other. As couples fling themselves at their partner’s mouths, Hermione held out her hand.
Ron shook it, as over her shoulder, he saw his eldest brother kissing his dark-haired girlfriend.
Lupin’s niece pulled back with a laugh, and then delicately nipped Bill's bottom lip, her face flushed but her motions smooth and lithe and free of shame or embarrassment.
Hermione looked at the clock again, like there could be any doubt about what time it was. “Well, I’m off. I work early tomorrow, and I’d be very surprised if anyone else shows up.”
Ron tried to smile.
“Happy New Year’s Eve,” Hermione was saying.
This was the worst New Year’s Eve of Ronald Weasley’s entire life.
“It’s been fantastic,” he said.
Hermione gave a little wave and headed towards the door.
Ron stood stock still in the middle of the room. He blinked, and realized that Clancy and Bill were back in his line of sight. His eldest brother had his arm around her waist, and her hand resting against his neck, one finger toying with his fang earring.
Are you a Gryffindor or not? A voice snarled in his head, and he bolted after her.
“Hermione!” he yelled.
She whirled around, wand in her hand, eyes scanning the surrounding area.
“Death Eaters?” she gasped.
Ron shook his head, stopping in front of her.
“No, sorry, I just forgot something,” he said.
Hermione leaned her head to the side.
“What did you forget?” she asked.
Ron expected this to be hard, to be a challenge, but maybe after all the near deaths and the almost losing, after all the danger over all the years, maybe Hermione wasn’t as intimidating as she used to be or maybe it was just that it was right, this was right, and his lips met hers with no fear at all.
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. . . actually, I have an essay planned to argue in favour of Petunia/Snape. I'll only go through with it if the shippers get REALLY insane after book seven, another round of "JKR WAS WRONG!!eleventyone!" or something like that. Every time Petunia is mentioned as scrubbing the house, it's to get rid of the grease marks left by Snape's hair so no one suspects anything. Any time that Snape is mentioned as being missing with his location unaccounted for, he's off for a tryst with Petunia. I could go on like this for ages.
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Yeah, how that would work, with Snape being so ..... and Petunia being so fastidious? I bet she scrubbs him down good before anything sexual happens.
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Foreplay in the shower, natch!
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Oh, god, I've feed a moster, haven't I?
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And I still haven't managed to write one fic for them.
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