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A/N: Actually, this was going to be a one chapter story but I have been getting some really nice reviews telling me to write more so I decided to write ONE more chapter.
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After collecting in all the potions but one, Snape saved Neville's for public showing later, he assessed them by the clarity of the potions. To Hermione's infinite relief, hers gained full marks much to Snape's displeasure. After the assessing however, Snape turned to the class with a very, very ugly look on his face.
"Someone, stole my bottle of sphinx acid last night."
Hermione flinched and stole a glance at Ron, who was sitting beside her. He didn't even twitch.
"When I get a hold of that person, or persons. . ." Here, he gave a very threatening look to Harry, who looked totally oblivious to what Snape was talking about. Snape however decided to interpret this as a gesture of defiance.
"Potter! Where were you last night?"
Harry looked taken aback but not surprised. He was used to false accusations. . .actually accusations that Snape so often subjected him to.
"I was asleep!"
"Lying, you are LYING. 20 points from Gryffindor. You stole that bottle of Sphinx acid. Did you try to show heroism? Did you give it to your clumsy classmates?" Here, he glared at Neville, who quailed. "Longbottom. Let me see your potion."
With trembling hands, Neville produced his bottle of potion. Snape sneered. The potion was not clear. . . instead it was, "Purple. Purple. Did it ever occur to you Longbottom that the potion, like it says in your textbook, is supposed to be clear? Did it you not read that the sphinx acid was supposed to be added last? 20 points from Gryffindor."
Hermione was definitely shaking now. Snape was in such a foul mood and she was sure to be demoted from her head girl status if he found out. . . she may even be expelled. Nervously, she stole another glance at Ron, who seemed perfectly calm, without a touch of fear or nervousness in his boyish and, yes, she admitted with great reluctance, very good looking face.
"If Miss Granger could stop staring at Mr. Weasley and pay attention!"
Hermione jerked her head back. Snape gave her a very calculating and dirty look.
"Were you and Mr. Weasley up and about last night doing things you were not meant to be doing?" She was caught. Snape knew all about her stealing his potion she was dead. Dead. She could see her lifeless body floating in the great lake with the giant squid -
"Which brings me very nicely to our very last topic."
'Eh?'
"A contraceptive potion."
The Slytherins girls giggled madly while the boys snorted. Snape took no notice. Realisation finally sinking in, Hermione began to blush brilliantly while radiating heat enough to melt an iceberg. She could not bring herself to look at anywhere beside the very interesting scorch mark on her table. Next to her she could hear Ron shaking with laughter.
She elbowed him very painfully in the ribs.
Snape glared. "Miss Granger, there are to be no public displays of affection to Mr. Weasley in my class! 10 points from Gryffindor!"
"That was not!" Hermione was silenced by another prospect of 10 points from Gryffindor. Instead she sank in her seat.
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Next to her, Ron was smirking, Snape was obviously an idiot - he never found him out. Sometimes having Harry and Neville as the prominent trouble makers in your class had its advantages. But perhaps Snape had some insight if he thought there was something going on between him and Hermione. . . hmm. Leaning over ever so slightly to Hermione's side of the table, Ron reached over to take Hermione's hand in his. He felt her radiate more heat, if possible. She snatched her hand away from his and gathered them on her lap while trying extremely hard not to let her eyes wander over to his direction.
"The contraceptus potion is drunk by the male; in our case, Mr. Weasley would drink it."
Ron raised his eyebrow at the sneering potions master. It seemed Hermione was doing all the blushing for him. Instead, he coolly looked ahead. This seemed to annoy Snape even more.
"This potion should be drunken with care; too much and it can render the male. . .unable to perform his err. . .duty."
"Maybe that's what happened to him." Harry muttered to Ron. Ron smirked.
"Mr. Weasley? Would you like to demonstrate?"
"No thank you professor. . . since you are the teacher I think it is your duty to perform the demonstrations."
Snape's face contorted with rage. Luckily, Ron was saved by the bell. Hastily, he gathered up his things and raced out of the dungeon classroom, where he waited outside for Hermione. When she emerged a moment later, he grabbed her and pulled her into a darker corner in the corridor.
"You okay?"
"Ron! What in Merlin's name are you doing?"
"Just asking you. You seemed pretty embarrassed back there."
"I'm fine." Hermione started blushing again.
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
"Why are you turning the colour of my hair?"
"Because of YOU Ron." Hermione sighed and twisted a strand of hair between her fingers.
"What about me?" he asked with a knowing grin.
"Nothing. Just, just. . ."
"May I kiss you?"
"Now?!"
"Yeah. . ."
Hermione opened and closed her mouth several times and blinked rapidly. Ron waited earnestly for her answer.
"Fine." She snapped and closed her eyes and gently puckered her lips. But she only felt the cool draft of the dungeon air drying the moisture off her lips. She opened her eyes furiously. "What the hell was that for?"
Ron smiled, "I was just asking for your permission."
In a furious huff, Hermione walked off angrily.
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"Hope you are not mad at me."
Ron plopped down on the couch beside her. Hermione merely turned the other way and continued to read her book.
"I couldn't just do it then Hermione, Snape could have caught us."
Ron was presented with Hermione's back.
"You looked so soft and pretty."
"Really?" Hermione turned around with a huge smile on her face.
"Ha ha! Gotcha." Ron said smirking.
Hermione snapped her book shut and brought it down hard on Ron's head.
"Ouch!"
"Don't you mess with me Ronald!"
"I wasn't. I thought it would be sacrilege to" Ron brought himself closer to Hermione "kiss you in the dungeons." He whispered.
Hermione had to largest urge to just plant herself on him right there and then but persevered with her cold air.
"Whatever. You didn't seem so reluctant last night."
"I told you,"
"Right. You didn't want to. You had no choice."
"No it's just,"
"You are messing with me again."
Hermione stood and walked towards the stairs up to the girls dormitories.
Ron stood up and followed her, "Hermione!" He grabbed the back of her robes and she fell unceremoniously down the stairs right in to his arms.
"Get off me, got off me!" She thrashed. She stood and straightened her robes, "That was - "
And of course, she was rendered speechless by an obstruction, in this case Ron, who placed his hand right over her mouth. (Haha I bet you thought they were going to kiss here!)
"Sometimes you talk too much." He said gently, removing his hand.
She glared.
"You did look soft and pretty. May I kiss you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I already said yes. Don't ask me every time you want to and just do it!" An with her eyes pinched tightly shut Hermione Granger, Head girl, chaste as a nun, brought Ronald Weasley's head to her own and kissed him.
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A/N: The end.
A/N: Actually, this was going to be a one chapter story but I have been getting some really nice reviews telling me to write more so I decided to write ONE more chapter.
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After collecting in all the potions but one, Snape saved Neville's for public showing later, he assessed them by the clarity of the potions. To Hermione's infinite relief, hers gained full marks much to Snape's displeasure. After the assessing however, Snape turned to the class with a very, very ugly look on his face.
"Someone, stole my bottle of sphinx acid last night."
Hermione flinched and stole a glance at Ron, who was sitting beside her. He didn't even twitch.
"When I get a hold of that person, or persons. . ." Here, he gave a very threatening look to Harry, who looked totally oblivious to what Snape was talking about. Snape however decided to interpret this as a gesture of defiance.
"Potter! Where were you last night?"
Harry looked taken aback but not surprised. He was used to false accusations. . .actually accusations that Snape so often subjected him to.
"I was asleep!"
"Lying, you are LYING. 20 points from Gryffindor. You stole that bottle of Sphinx acid. Did you try to show heroism? Did you give it to your clumsy classmates?" Here, he glared at Neville, who quailed. "Longbottom. Let me see your potion."
With trembling hands, Neville produced his bottle of potion. Snape sneered. The potion was not clear. . . instead it was, "Purple. Purple. Did it ever occur to you Longbottom that the potion, like it says in your textbook, is supposed to be clear? Did it you not read that the sphinx acid was supposed to be added last? 20 points from Gryffindor."
Hermione was definitely shaking now. Snape was in such a foul mood and she was sure to be demoted from her head girl status if he found out. . . she may even be expelled. Nervously, she stole another glance at Ron, who seemed perfectly calm, without a touch of fear or nervousness in his boyish and, yes, she admitted with great reluctance, very good looking face.
"If Miss Granger could stop staring at Mr. Weasley and pay attention!"
Hermione jerked her head back. Snape gave her a very calculating and dirty look.
"Were you and Mr. Weasley up and about last night doing things you were not meant to be doing?" She was caught. Snape knew all about her stealing his potion she was dead. Dead. She could see her lifeless body floating in the great lake with the giant squid -
"Which brings me very nicely to our very last topic."
'Eh?'
"A contraceptive potion."
The Slytherins girls giggled madly while the boys snorted. Snape took no notice. Realisation finally sinking in, Hermione began to blush brilliantly while radiating heat enough to melt an iceberg. She could not bring herself to look at anywhere beside the very interesting scorch mark on her table. Next to her she could hear Ron shaking with laughter.
She elbowed him very painfully in the ribs.
Snape glared. "Miss Granger, there are to be no public displays of affection to Mr. Weasley in my class! 10 points from Gryffindor!"
"That was not!" Hermione was silenced by another prospect of 10 points from Gryffindor. Instead she sank in her seat.
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Next to her, Ron was smirking, Snape was obviously an idiot - he never found him out. Sometimes having Harry and Neville as the prominent trouble makers in your class had its advantages. But perhaps Snape had some insight if he thought there was something going on between him and Hermione. . . hmm. Leaning over ever so slightly to Hermione's side of the table, Ron reached over to take Hermione's hand in his. He felt her radiate more heat, if possible. She snatched her hand away from his and gathered them on her lap while trying extremely hard not to let her eyes wander over to his direction.
"The contraceptus potion is drunk by the male; in our case, Mr. Weasley would drink it."
Ron raised his eyebrow at the sneering potions master. It seemed Hermione was doing all the blushing for him. Instead, he coolly looked ahead. This seemed to annoy Snape even more.
"This potion should be drunken with care; too much and it can render the male. . .unable to perform his err. . .duty."
"Maybe that's what happened to him." Harry muttered to Ron. Ron smirked.
"Mr. Weasley? Would you like to demonstrate?"
"No thank you professor. . . since you are the teacher I think it is your duty to perform the demonstrations."
Snape's face contorted with rage. Luckily, Ron was saved by the bell. Hastily, he gathered up his things and raced out of the dungeon classroom, where he waited outside for Hermione. When she emerged a moment later, he grabbed her and pulled her into a darker corner in the corridor.
"You okay?"
"Ron! What in Merlin's name are you doing?"
"Just asking you. You seemed pretty embarrassed back there."
"I'm fine." Hermione started blushing again.
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
"Why are you turning the colour of my hair?"
"Because of YOU Ron." Hermione sighed and twisted a strand of hair between her fingers.
"What about me?" he asked with a knowing grin.
"Nothing. Just, just. . ."
"May I kiss you?"
"Now?!"
"Yeah. . ."
Hermione opened and closed her mouth several times and blinked rapidly. Ron waited earnestly for her answer.
"Fine." She snapped and closed her eyes and gently puckered her lips. But she only felt the cool draft of the dungeon air drying the moisture off her lips. She opened her eyes furiously. "What the hell was that for?"
Ron smiled, "I was just asking for your permission."
In a furious huff, Hermione walked off angrily.
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"Hope you are not mad at me."
Ron plopped down on the couch beside her. Hermione merely turned the other way and continued to read her book.
"I couldn't just do it then Hermione, Snape could have caught us."
Ron was presented with Hermione's back.
"You looked so soft and pretty."
"Really?" Hermione turned around with a huge smile on her face.
"Ha ha! Gotcha." Ron said smirking.
Hermione snapped her book shut and brought it down hard on Ron's head.
"Ouch!"
"Don't you mess with me Ronald!"
"I wasn't. I thought it would be sacrilege to" Ron brought himself closer to Hermione "kiss you in the dungeons." He whispered.
Hermione had to largest urge to just plant herself on him right there and then but persevered with her cold air.
"Whatever. You didn't seem so reluctant last night."
"I told you,"
"Right. You didn't want to. You had no choice."
"No it's just,"
"You are messing with me again."
Hermione stood and walked towards the stairs up to the girls dormitories.
Ron stood up and followed her, "Hermione!" He grabbed the back of her robes and she fell unceremoniously down the stairs right in to his arms.
"Get off me, got off me!" She thrashed. She stood and straightened her robes, "That was - "
And of course, she was rendered speechless by an obstruction, in this case Ron, who placed his hand right over her mouth. (Haha I bet you thought they were going to kiss here!)
"Sometimes you talk too much." He said gently, removing his hand.
She glared.
"You did look soft and pretty. May I kiss you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I already said yes. Don't ask me every time you want to and just do it!" An with her eyes pinched tightly shut Hermione Granger, Head girl, chaste as a nun, brought Ronald Weasley's head to her own and kissed him.
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A/N: The end.