Skinny Love: A Romione Love Story [CURRENTLY UNDERGOING REVISION]

Chapter One

( h e r m i o n e )

I stared at my own reflection as I leaned against my dresser to get a better look in the mirror. Grabbing the chap-stick that is perched on my jewelry box, I open the cap and swipe it a cross my lips before massaging them together. My lips have felt a little dry lately. I let out a long sigh before flopping down back on my bed.

Sixth year rolled around faster than I thought it would, and before I know it I would be graduating soon. Despite the fact that graduation day was still a whole year away, it still felt like time seemed to just fly by so fast. If you weren't carefully enough to slow down every so often, you might just miss the tiny but grand moments life would sneak on you. In all honesty, I was quite excited to be heading back and if I was being completely truthful, I have always looked forward to going back to Hogwarts. Studying and acing exams never got old. Nothing like the thrill of getting a big fact O on my papers. A smile peaks on my lips by just thinking about it.

The homework isn't the only thing I looked forward to.

I truly do miss my friends over the summer, and generally I spend my summers at the Weasleys but this year I decided to spend it with my parents since they were going to Indonesia for the holidays. So when August rolleds around, I couldn't help but get eager to see all of their familiar faces. All five of them: Harry, Neville, Luna and Ginny. And Ron.

Ron.

I sigh, turning over on my side.

The things you do this witch. Just thinking about him makes my heart race. The very day I met him, a weird feeling came over me. I wasn't sure if I had a crush or hated him that badly, although it felt more like a crush. My suspicions were confirmed the night he sacrificed himself for people he hardly knew, for me. Even at eleven I knew that I might be able to deny anyone who asked but I wouldn't be able to deny it to myself. Second year rolled in and so did my feelings for him, and it didn't help when he suddenly and willingly stood up for me against Draco when he called me a mud...well, when he called me that awful word.

I remember it so well. Draco was being his usual foul self and Ron ran over, stood in front of me in a protective stance, and pointed his wand at Draco. Even though his spell backfired, because his wand was broken and I told him about a hundred times to get a new one. I was truly touched that he did that just for me.

The third year my crush multiplied by ten...thousand. The day of Buckbeak's death sentence I remember Ron being right beside me as we watched it happened, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. Instead of pushing me away like I half expected him to, he just wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I cried and cried and cried, soaking his green sweater, but he didn't say a word. Just held me tight and told me that everything was going to be okay. Then fourth year came, our most heated year yet. And not the good kind. You see, the Yule Ball was held during that year and I was hanging on the hopes of Ron asking me to be his date. Even denied the famous quidditch player, Viktor Krum, three times. Unfortunately, nothing happened. Ron never asked me and it was a week before the big day was due. I was frustrated and hurt, and quite frankly tired of denying Viktor so I finally said yes. If Ron wasn't going to take me then he will. To say Ron was pissed would be a major understatement; Ron was fuming! And in that rage, he accidentally admitted that he should have been the guy I went to the ball with.

Point: Hermione.

To say that I was overjoyed...major understatement as well. Him revealing that bit of information may have revealed that maybe, just maybe, he reciprocated these feelings I had for him. That night I slept with a gigantic smile on my face and a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart. The years after that my like quickly turned into a love that was so strong that at times I couldn't contain it. Each year was getting hard to handle this love that I had for the stupid ginger boy. Especially this last year. We had spent a lot of time together that year since we helped assembled Dumbledore's army. Harry was off in his own world, leaving us in the dark, so it left Ron and I to our own devises mostly. I, for one, was not complaining. And I certainly didn't mind when Ron decided to kiss me. It was only my cheeks and forehead, but it was sure enough to make a girl giddy.