(A/N: Okay, here we go. Just to let you know, I'm not going to have A/Ns in every chapter. I'm not doing a disclaimer for every chapter either. Sorry, but no. Now, let me just tell you right now. This is a Hermione/ Ron fic, and yes, I make Harry look like a royal ass. I don't hold anything against Harry, I just needed him to be a butt for the story. So Sorry for you Potter lovers out there.
Okay, the story takes place during Hermione, Ron, and Harry's last year at Hogwarts. They are all 17. So far, there is only 1 made-up character—Amy. As far as I know there won't be anymore, but if there are…if you don't recognize the name, I probably made him/her up. So—On with the show!!)
Look! It's Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter? Really?"
"Harry, look over here!"
"Harry, can you sign this for me?!"
17-year-old Harry stared with an open mouth at the group of girls standing outside the entrance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He looked over his shoulder at Ron Weasley, who just winced and pushed Harry into the crowd of girls. Harry stumbled, but was caught by twenty pairs of hands. The girls started squealing and pulling at Harry's clothes. Before Ron could run in and get him out of the crowd, Harry's cloak had been torn off along with his sweater. Ron pulled him out of the group of girls and they ran to a boy's bathroom down the hall. They slammed through the door and skidded to a stop.
"What was that?!" Harry panted as he leaned his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"That, my friend, was a man's bloody paradise…" Ron gasped; his face red as he wiped his bloody hand on his pants. He examined the small cut on his finger then wiped it on his pants again and promptly forgot about it. Harry ran his hand through his normally messy hair and gave his head a quick shake. He retucked in his shirt and fixed his tie. Ron glanced in the mirror over Harry's shoulder.
"Dammit." He muttered, looking at his hair which was sticking up in every direction, and his shirt was wrinkled and slightly ripped on the shoulder. He quickly threw some water on his hair to tame it a little and turned away from the mirror.
"Harry? Ron! Are you two alright?" A girl's voice screamed through the door, pounding on it with all her might. "They're gone! Are you two okay? Harry?"
Harry walked over to the door and pulled it open. Hermione Granger fell right into Harry's arms.
"Oof! Hehe…um, hey." She said, kissing his cheek.
"Hey," He grinned returning her kiss with one of his own and started to back her against the wall. "I missed you Mione…" He muttered as he kissed her cheek. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Here it comes," He moaned under his breath. Hermione flushed red and pushed Harry off gently.
"Not now, we're in the middle of the boy's restroom." She pulled him out of the bathroom to stand outside and wait for Ron. He emerged a few minutes later with his hand wrapped in a paper towel.
"Hey Ron." She said, smiling until she saw his hand. "What did you do?!" She gasped, pulling her small hand from Harry's grip and grabbing Ron's.
"Ow! Hermione, watch it, that hurts you know." Ron said as Hermione examined his hand.
"You better go see Madam Pomfrey." She told him, after examining the hand closely.
"It's fine—just a scratch—"
"Go see Madam Pomfrey."
"Herm—"
"Go see Madam Pomfrey." She said, slipping her hand back into Harry's and turning away from Ron. "We'll see you in the Great Hall in a few minutes!" She called over her shoulder.
"Yeah, go see Madam Pomfrey, mate!" Harry called, grinning, as he pulled Hermione towards the Great Hall.
"Alright…" Ron breathed, watching as Hermione walked away, her hand slipped through the crook of Harry's arm. He couldn't help but imagine himself in Harry's place, holding Hermione in his arms and kissing her. He shook off the thought and trudged up to the Hospital wing, squeezing his bloody hand tightly, as if feeling pain would make Hermione's image disappear from his mind.