Fleurdelacour
03-08-2003, 04:54 PM
This is a slash story to all you non slashers. Female slash to be exact! To to be... This contains fluffy scenes, and some m/f kissing! So this could be pg 13... I'm not good on ratings and what should be aloud... :o
omnia vincit amor
Chapter One: So it was fated
Admit it, yes you, sitting there reading this, go on admit it. You’ve had feelings for someone of the same sex, haven’t you? Ah, knew it. Allegedly, we all have at some point in our wretched lives.
Oh yours may be jovial indeed, but some of us are locked up in an enchanted castle with the same old people day in, day out. You can feel like a maiden in distress waiting for her gallant prince riding on a silver-white horse to come to your rescue. Life’s not like that in any way you may see it. Wish, it was don’t you?
Really, I am actually locked up in a miserable castle full of witches and wizards, not your typical Middle-Earth wizards, well, Dumbledore has some resemblance to Gandalf, I think its the white whiskers, y’know.
People say I’m rather quite intelligent, but I’m as naive as the rest of you, I couldn’t see a good thing coming my way if it was Dumbledore, wearing nothing but a Manchester United sock on his head! Or should I change that to can’t?
Things go bad for everyone, yes everyone, so the person sitting in the chair right now thinking “Yes, me life is pretty good innit?” Must be bonkers, someone, yes anyone, get a straightjacket for the chirpy one by the window in the front row?
That’s you sorted. Right, back to business. Where were, we? Oh yes!
It all started to go wrong for me about two years ago, when I was nothing except friends to Harry, (Ron wanted, more of course, though hard to admit at the time, so did I…)
So I’ll take you on a journey, well, not exactly, but, we can pretend right? We’ll go back to July 11th 1995.
*
It was mid summer, the sky was a sexy electric blue but all was not well. You couldn’t savour the stimulation of spectacular summer days. Death was everywhere in Hogwarts. Everywhere. Cedric had been killed by him, you know who I mean. Harry was, well dejected, he had seen so many horrors in a few hours who could blame him?
People dodged him in corridors, gave him queer looks, some pointed more then they had done before. Luckily I had trapped Rita Skeeter (in ugly beetle form) in an old jam jar so there was no chance of her writing nasty stories about Harry and I, Hagrid or anyone for that matter ever again!
Ron and I acted as Harry’s personal bodyguards. Harry was lonesome inside, he couldn’t really talk to anyone about, that day, without undergoing immense tear-jerking, pain and anguish.
However, Ron did to me. He needed to get things off his chest. So did I to be frank. We’d talk for hours on end when Harry was in bed, about everything. We never spoke together in such a manner before. It was almost as if the tragedy of his return and Cedric’s death had brought Ron and I closer together, like never before.
“Don’t pretend,” Ron started, one sunny afternoon in early July, whilst we were eating sandwiches on the lawn by the lake. “you don’t see what’s in front of your eyes, we’re scraping the gutter, always touching the skies, there’s time when I feel like we’re in the eye of a storm, but then there’s times when we could fly up to the moon.” I looked at Ron, looked deep into his azure blue eyes, surprised at the words flowing directly from Ron’s subtle mouth.
“Ron?” He put his right hand close to my face, to stop me from talking. I stopped, then he put his left hand to his eyes and started to sob.
“It’s to good to throw away, see, I never had a doubt, we’re so good together, and there’s nothing to prove.” Ron contained himself, drew up his sleeve, and wiped his face clean from tears. I knew Ron liked me, in a different way, but this, this was strange.
Ron looked up to the sky, threw his head back, and picked up a flat stone, then threw it into the lake, watching it skim along the fresh water. I let him continue.
“Don’t you see? Because I can feel it Hermione. We have something a love that can take the rough times with the smooth!”
“Ron?”
“No, listen. I like you a lot Hermione. I really do. And these last few weeks have made me realise how precious life really is! I couldn’t bare to loose you or Harry. Say tomorrow never comes?”
“Say it does come, and the day after that comes, see those days, well they just might keep on coming. How do you know that telling me this will make it alright? Will it make your inner desires come true? Because if I react badly and I don’t want to talk to you ever again! Tomorrow may come and you’ve lost me forever me knowing your secret, and you being without me, not even as a friend.”
“That’s the risk I was willing to take. So, Hermione, what is your reaction? I can only hope you can see it as a compliment.” Ron sighed, and threw another pebble into the lake, this time a large slimy tentacle rose from the water.
“I see it as more of a compliment!” I said, my dreams coming true. He likes me! He loves me. “Ron, I’ve felt the same way for months now.”
From that day forward, Ron and I were a couple, Lovestruck, but it was a secret, no one was to know. Especially not Harry, or any of the Weasley’s. Imagine what that Fred and George would say if they had known about our passion for each other!
I remember my first kiss with Ron, as if it were yesterday. Viktor had kissed me before I didn’t really like it but with Ron, it was enchanting.
Harry had gone up to bed at 6pm again, Ron and I guessed it was because he needed to sort his fragile head out. So we let him be.
I was in a giggly mood, I felt guilty for being happy whilst Harry was troubled, but there are some things you cant help but feel.
“You are my dream complete with me.” I giggled, whispering into Ron’s ear. He giggled back, Then stopped. He frowned and turned his head towards me.
“So, we’re not telling Harry then?” He said, I was waiting for something to happen, I could feel it, the tension between, us something was going to happen, well I could feel it, I don’t know about Ron, but I felt it, I also felt a funny twitch in the pits of my stomach. So I shuffled towards Ron, to get a bit closer, and looked straight in to his eyes. Ron’s eyes glittered like I had never seen, they looked innocent and oceanic, deep, and beautiful. I had this urge, an irresistible urge to kiss him. So, guess what? I did.
I bent my head forward, Ron gasped, I took his smooth chin, and pulled it towards my lips. I kissed him on the lips first, Ron gasped again, and I sighed happily. I then held him close to my body and sank my lips into his, kissing with passion and love. My hands were lost in his mop of red hair, and Ron’s hands were warm, wrapping me in his romantic embrace. I wanted it to last forever, but I had a blocked nose and had to come up for air.
I opened my eyes, and saw Ron in shock. He had a sheepish smile on his cheeky face, and was gazing into the fire, his face glowing like I had never seen.
“Ron, are you alright?” I asked, blooming with pleasurable mirth.
“Bloody hell. Surely you don’t learn kissing from books?” Ron said, in awe.
“Well you have to learn sometime.” We both burst into tears of laughter, laughter that would continue for the rest of the night, for the rest of the weeks and days we had left in Hogwarts that term.
****
Of course, everything appeared to be rosy and delightful for Ron and I, but let me tell you, I had things preying on my mind, things feeding off my very own being. It was hell, I can tell you. Hell.
I cried myself to sleep many nights, crying my heart out, as if weeping were the answer to my problem.
I hated myself for feeling like this. I would often bang my head against the bathroom wall, trying to get these things out of my mind. It didn’t work. Part of it is still in me, I can sense it in my fingertips, in my soul, my very existence. It seemed so wrong, yet it was terribly right.
It didn’t stop me from loving Ron, it made me love someone else. Someone I’d never imagine, someone, yes, someone.
_____
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omnia vincit amor
Chapter One: So it was fated
Admit it, yes you, sitting there reading this, go on admit it. You’ve had feelings for someone of the same sex, haven’t you? Ah, knew it. Allegedly, we all have at some point in our wretched lives.
Oh yours may be jovial indeed, but some of us are locked up in an enchanted castle with the same old people day in, day out. You can feel like a maiden in distress waiting for her gallant prince riding on a silver-white horse to come to your rescue. Life’s not like that in any way you may see it. Wish, it was don’t you?
Really, I am actually locked up in a miserable castle full of witches and wizards, not your typical Middle-Earth wizards, well, Dumbledore has some resemblance to Gandalf, I think its the white whiskers, y’know.
People say I’m rather quite intelligent, but I’m as naive as the rest of you, I couldn’t see a good thing coming my way if it was Dumbledore, wearing nothing but a Manchester United sock on his head! Or should I change that to can’t?
Things go bad for everyone, yes everyone, so the person sitting in the chair right now thinking “Yes, me life is pretty good innit?” Must be bonkers, someone, yes anyone, get a straightjacket for the chirpy one by the window in the front row?
That’s you sorted. Right, back to business. Where were, we? Oh yes!
It all started to go wrong for me about two years ago, when I was nothing except friends to Harry, (Ron wanted, more of course, though hard to admit at the time, so did I…)
So I’ll take you on a journey, well, not exactly, but, we can pretend right? We’ll go back to July 11th 1995.
*
It was mid summer, the sky was a sexy electric blue but all was not well. You couldn’t savour the stimulation of spectacular summer days. Death was everywhere in Hogwarts. Everywhere. Cedric had been killed by him, you know who I mean. Harry was, well dejected, he had seen so many horrors in a few hours who could blame him?
People dodged him in corridors, gave him queer looks, some pointed more then they had done before. Luckily I had trapped Rita Skeeter (in ugly beetle form) in an old jam jar so there was no chance of her writing nasty stories about Harry and I, Hagrid or anyone for that matter ever again!
Ron and I acted as Harry’s personal bodyguards. Harry was lonesome inside, he couldn’t really talk to anyone about, that day, without undergoing immense tear-jerking, pain and anguish.
However, Ron did to me. He needed to get things off his chest. So did I to be frank. We’d talk for hours on end when Harry was in bed, about everything. We never spoke together in such a manner before. It was almost as if the tragedy of his return and Cedric’s death had brought Ron and I closer together, like never before.
“Don’t pretend,” Ron started, one sunny afternoon in early July, whilst we were eating sandwiches on the lawn by the lake. “you don’t see what’s in front of your eyes, we’re scraping the gutter, always touching the skies, there’s time when I feel like we’re in the eye of a storm, but then there’s times when we could fly up to the moon.” I looked at Ron, looked deep into his azure blue eyes, surprised at the words flowing directly from Ron’s subtle mouth.
“Ron?” He put his right hand close to my face, to stop me from talking. I stopped, then he put his left hand to his eyes and started to sob.
“It’s to good to throw away, see, I never had a doubt, we’re so good together, and there’s nothing to prove.” Ron contained himself, drew up his sleeve, and wiped his face clean from tears. I knew Ron liked me, in a different way, but this, this was strange.
Ron looked up to the sky, threw his head back, and picked up a flat stone, then threw it into the lake, watching it skim along the fresh water. I let him continue.
“Don’t you see? Because I can feel it Hermione. We have something a love that can take the rough times with the smooth!”
“Ron?”
“No, listen. I like you a lot Hermione. I really do. And these last few weeks have made me realise how precious life really is! I couldn’t bare to loose you or Harry. Say tomorrow never comes?”
“Say it does come, and the day after that comes, see those days, well they just might keep on coming. How do you know that telling me this will make it alright? Will it make your inner desires come true? Because if I react badly and I don’t want to talk to you ever again! Tomorrow may come and you’ve lost me forever me knowing your secret, and you being without me, not even as a friend.”
“That’s the risk I was willing to take. So, Hermione, what is your reaction? I can only hope you can see it as a compliment.” Ron sighed, and threw another pebble into the lake, this time a large slimy tentacle rose from the water.
“I see it as more of a compliment!” I said, my dreams coming true. He likes me! He loves me. “Ron, I’ve felt the same way for months now.”
From that day forward, Ron and I were a couple, Lovestruck, but it was a secret, no one was to know. Especially not Harry, or any of the Weasley’s. Imagine what that Fred and George would say if they had known about our passion for each other!
I remember my first kiss with Ron, as if it were yesterday. Viktor had kissed me before I didn’t really like it but with Ron, it was enchanting.
Harry had gone up to bed at 6pm again, Ron and I guessed it was because he needed to sort his fragile head out. So we let him be.
I was in a giggly mood, I felt guilty for being happy whilst Harry was troubled, but there are some things you cant help but feel.
“You are my dream complete with me.” I giggled, whispering into Ron’s ear. He giggled back, Then stopped. He frowned and turned his head towards me.
“So, we’re not telling Harry then?” He said, I was waiting for something to happen, I could feel it, the tension between, us something was going to happen, well I could feel it, I don’t know about Ron, but I felt it, I also felt a funny twitch in the pits of my stomach. So I shuffled towards Ron, to get a bit closer, and looked straight in to his eyes. Ron’s eyes glittered like I had never seen, they looked innocent and oceanic, deep, and beautiful. I had this urge, an irresistible urge to kiss him. So, guess what? I did.
I bent my head forward, Ron gasped, I took his smooth chin, and pulled it towards my lips. I kissed him on the lips first, Ron gasped again, and I sighed happily. I then held him close to my body and sank my lips into his, kissing with passion and love. My hands were lost in his mop of red hair, and Ron’s hands were warm, wrapping me in his romantic embrace. I wanted it to last forever, but I had a blocked nose and had to come up for air.
I opened my eyes, and saw Ron in shock. He had a sheepish smile on his cheeky face, and was gazing into the fire, his face glowing like I had never seen.
“Ron, are you alright?” I asked, blooming with pleasurable mirth.
“Bloody hell. Surely you don’t learn kissing from books?” Ron said, in awe.
“Well you have to learn sometime.” We both burst into tears of laughter, laughter that would continue for the rest of the night, for the rest of the weeks and days we had left in Hogwarts that term.
****
Of course, everything appeared to be rosy and delightful for Ron and I, but let me tell you, I had things preying on my mind, things feeding off my very own being. It was hell, I can tell you. Hell.
I cried myself to sleep many nights, crying my heart out, as if weeping were the answer to my problem.
I hated myself for feeling like this. I would often bang my head against the bathroom wall, trying to get these things out of my mind. It didn’t work. Part of it is still in me, I can sense it in my fingertips, in my soul, my very existence. It seemed so wrong, yet it was terribly right.
It didn’t stop me from loving Ron, it made me love someone else. Someone I’d never imagine, someone, yes, someone.
_____
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