I should be writing the next chapter for my new story Thirty Days and Counting, but I couldn't resist
writing this out when I thought of it. I actually think it's quite good. As good as Late Night Confessions.
Oh, wow... I didn't even notice that... Two titles with confession in them. Ah well, whatever. Anyway, this is
just a cute little fluffy bit between Ron and Hermione one evening while they're doing homework. Anyway, I
think I'll shut up now. Enjoy the story! :D
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Hermione sighed loudly and finished the sentence she was writing with a flourish before looking up and
gazing disapprovingly at him. "Ron, I've told you a million and one times: I'm not doing your homework for
you."
"No, Ron."
"Hermione!"
"I said no, Ron!"
"I just want you to look at it!" he insisted, stubbornly ignoring her blatant refusals.
"Ron, I'm not going to--what?"
He rolled his eyes and held up a foot and a half long piece of parchment covered in the dark blue
nonsensical scribbles he referred to as his 'handwriting'. "Just look at it, please? Tell me if I've got it all
right, or if I've spelled anything wrong if your conscience can't handle that."
she were only giving in to shut him up.
"Mmm" she murmured, taking the parchment and setting it before her to read. Ron sat patiently,
watching her from across the table, noting almost subconsciously every time she pursed her lips slightly
or raised her eyebrows as though something he had written surprised her. When she finished, she paused
and glanced back over the essay again and then looked up at Ron.
"Actually, it's very good, Ron. I really liked this part here where you actually noted your experience
with the hinkypunk in Professor Lupin's class. That was a very good idea." Ron looked very pleased to
have received praise of that calibre from Hermione and waited for her to continue. "I think you could leave
out one of these legends since they're both very similar You might want to include a little about what
exactly they use to lure people into the marshes with them, too. Oh, and this should be a semi-colon, not a
comma. But other than that, it's quite well written Ron," she said, sounding mildly impressed.
hadn't been trying that hard He'd been slightly distracted by the bushy haired girl sitting across from him
at the table.
mind to it?"
Ron grinned, "More like if I don't put my mind to it."
Hermione looked at him quizzically but chose to ignore the odd statement. "Why are you doing your
homework anyway? You never usually do it."
"I have been lately!" Ron replied defensively.
She relented and admitted thoughtfully, "True, you have. I still don't understand why though. Has
someone jinxed you?" She smiled, her eyes twinkling at her own silly joke.
Ron smirked and rolled his eyes. "No, I haven't been jinxed." His cheeks then pinkened slightly and he
murmured another reply under his breath. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and leaned forward, cupping
a hand around her ear. "What was that?" she teased.
His cheeks now flushed fully and he averted his eyes before muttering, "It's justthe only way to
spend more time with you." He continued gazing avidly at a spot on the carpet that had suddenly become
infinitely more fascinating than anything else in the room as Hermione's mouth opened in a small 'o' and she
blushed, staring at him.
"Youto spend more time with me?" she asked, unable to keep a hint of hopefulness out of
her voice.
Ron glanced up at her before looking down at the table top, studiously inspecting it's surface as he
replied quietly, "'Course I do" Hermione's eyes immediately welled up with happiness and she looked
down, hiding her face as she composed herself. Ron wanted to spend time with her!
Ron continued to stare at the table top, too terrified to look up and see Hermione's reaction. He could
feel his stomach begin to writhe uncomfortably as the silence began to draw out and he thought miserably,
'Merlinwhy'd I have to say something so stupid?'
Just then, across the table there was a sharp 'SNAP' and he looked up, startled.
Hermione smiled shyly at him, one hand on her now closed textbook and said, "Why don't we quit for
tonight? You've worked enough on your essay and I think I'd like to play a nice, relaxing game of chess."
Ron stared at her for a moment as though he weren't sure he had heard right, but a grin slowly snaked
it's way onto his face as he realized he had heard her quite perfectly. "I'll go get my board," he replied
breathlessly, his chest seeming to swell from the happiness that was overtaking him and making it very
difficult to breathe properly. Hermione smiled at him, and it seemed that she was barely containing the same
excitement he felt. They both sat frozen where they were for a moment not wanting to end the wonderful
feeling, grins on both their faces as well as faint blushes. Ron finally bashfully took her hand and lightly
squeezed it in his own before jumping up and hurrying up to the boys' dormitory to gather his chess set.
Hermione squealed inwardly, feeling very girly indeed, and carefully placed all of their books on the floor in
anticipation of Ron's return.
Maybe there were some things more important (and more interesting) than homework.
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