Okay, so here's a new story. This idea just sort of came to me and I liked it, so I'm hoping you guys do too. Just a note, Ron and Ginny aren't related in this story and the rest of the Weasley kids probably won't be in the story too much. And Ginny is in the same grade as Hermione. Okay. Enough rambling. Enjoy!
I'm Hermione Granger. Nineteen, 5 foot 6, and I have a three-month old daughter. My parents kicked me out of the house upon finding out I was pregnant. And the jerk who knocked me up isn't even willing to stay with me. But it's not like I really want him around anyway. I guess I should explain myself a bit more. My life wasn't supposed to go like this. I was supposed to graduate top of my class. I was supposed to go to Yale University with a full scholarship. I was supposed to get a law degree and become very successful. I was supposed to do all of these things. But I managed none. It's incredible how a night of flirting ruined my life.
This all started at Harry Potter's New Year's party. It was rumored to be the social event of the year. Normally, I would be absent from these things, but my best friend, Ginny, insisted. So I just tagged along. It went the same as any old high school party. Drugs, alcohol, and sex. But Ginny and I didn't get into any of that stuff. Well, at least Ginny didn't. At that time, Ginny had a huge crush on Harry. So she wanted to take advantage of being in his house to talk to him. Being her best friend, I supported her. As soon as we got to the party, she ran off in search of him. I stood by the door, looking around to see if I could spot any other friends. No luck. I walked over to the snack table and grabbed a handful of chips. Slowly, I ate them one by one. Then suddenly, a voice near my ear startled me.
"Hello." I gasped and clutched my heart. I turned around and saw who had surprised me. My eyes met those of Ron Weasley, star of the football team, best friend of Harry Potter, and the second hottest guy in school (after Harry of course). If you were a girl at my school and weren't attracted to Harry, then you were attracted to Ron. I was one of those girls.
"Umm... hi." I stuttered.
"Hi. Hermione right?" He asked. Back then I would have died if Ron Weasley had ever come up and spoken to me. Let alone know my name.
"Uh huh." I nodded. God, what a loser.
"I'm Ron." He stuck out his hand.
I shook it and said, "I'm Hermione."
"I know." He smiled as we released hands.
"Can I get you a drink?" he gestured towards the table.
"Oh. I get it. You don't drink." I shook my head. "That's cool. I respect that. I don't like to do it too much either." Part of me wanted to believe him, but the greater part of me didn't want to. "Well in that case, you wanna go for a walk?"
"Umm..." I looked down at my feet. "Sure." I looked back up at him.
"Cool." He took my hand and led me out through the patio. We walked around the darker side of the backyard, away from all the other kids. "So tell me about yourself."
"Umm... there isn't really anything much to say." he shrugged.
"How old are you?"
"Ah lucky. I don't turn 18 until March."
"Oh. So if you don't mind me asking, why are you talking to me?" Well, I had to ask! Ron chuckled.
"I dunno. You seem interesting. You were standing at that snack table all by yourself. I figured you must be up to something."
I smiled. "No, not really. My friend Ginny had just run off so...."
"Oh Ginny. Yeah I know her. She's that red-headed cheerleader right?"
"Yeah." Of course I thought he was into Ginny. Just like every other guy was.
"Hmm. Sucks I'm not into her type. The cheerleaders I mean."
"Yeah. I'm more into the smart, studious type. Those girls who are really shy and read just for the fun of it." I was red as a tomato at this point. I turned to hide my face but he must have seen it. "Know anyone like that?"
I dodged his question with another. "Are you serious?" he nodded.
"I've been watching you Hermione. Not in that creepy stalker sort of way." He added quickly. "But I've been noticing you a lot lately and I think you're really-"
"Ronnie!" I peeked from behind Ron's tall frame to see where the high-pitched voice came from. Then running up the grass towards us, with her fake breasts and fake nose, was Lavender Brown.
"Ronnie I'm so glad I found you!" With each word, she got dangerously close to him.
"Ummm... who are...?" Ron put on a very good confused look. I actually believed it. Lavender clung on to his arm like a charm bracelet. She started giggling as well.
"Don't be silly, you remember..." She continued. "Lavender... from the Winter Ball at school... that night... Lavender... remember?" Ron shook his head as if he were saying no to her for the hundredth time.
"Oh." Lavender spoke. "Alright then." She became very serious. "I get it." She backed away slowly. She understood that he hadn't remembered her. With a quick glance at me, she turned around and walked away.
We both stood watching her walk away until Ron shook his head and turned back to me.
"Sorry about that. Don't know what that was all about."
"You don't know that girl?"
"I think she's in my science class." he claimed thoughtfully. "I'm not sure though. Doesn't matter. I just wanted to say-before we were so rudely interrupted- that I think you're pretty cool."
Typically, I blushed furiously.
"Oh. Umm thanks." I didn't know what else to say. It's not like I'm very good in the flirting department.
"So you here with anyone?" Ron asked aloud.
I shook my head. "Just Ginny. But she ran off so.. I'm here by myself. And you I guess since you're standing next to me... and we're talking...."
He laughed. "You're funny. And you're pretty cute too." Again, another blush.
Ron still held my hand as we walked back into the house. My head started to spin. I was starting to think I was dreaming. I shook my head.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm just... yeah. I'm good." He smiled. Just then, Dean Thomas walked by and bumped into me.
"Sorry." I heard him mumble.
"Yeah I guess it is a little crowded in here huh?" I nodded. "What do you say we go find somewhere more private?"
Of course at that time I didn't think anything was going to happen. I had no suspicion that he would try something with me. Just proves how naive I was.
Ron took my hand and led me up the stairs. As we walked up he would briefly stop and greet everyone. But when we reached the top, I was his main focus. He did nothing to show it, except hold my hand tighter. Seconds passed, and in that time his hand went from my own to my waist and a door to our right flew open. I had kind of figured out what was going on but I didn't actually believe it was going to happen. Before I knew it I was being walked into a dark room. I could hear Ron's hand slapping the wall looking for the light switch. Once he found it, the whole room was illuminated. I looked around the room and saw a desk, a chair, a television, and some clothes and video game cases sprawled out on the carpeted floor. But the most eye-catching thing was the king-sized bed placed against the far wall of the room with a maroon bed set.
"Umm. Where are we?" I asked.
"Harry's bedroom." Ron said casually as he walked by me to sit on the bed.
"Oh." I said uneasily. "Great." I continued to look around the room as if not knowing what to do.
"Sit." He said kindly. I pulled up the chair by Harry's desk and sat in it. I heard a chuckle.
"No silly. Come sit here." He patted the bed. "Next to me." I was reluctant at first but I managed to stand up and walk toward the bed. I couldn't finish the trip so Ron offered his hand and I took it, making me sit centimeters from him. I crossed my legs and kept my arms very close to my body. "Hermione." He touched my arm. "Why are you being so shy? There's no need to be scared." He got closer.
I pulled back. "I'm not. I've just never done this before." I declared, giggling at myself towards the end.
"That's alright. There's a first time for everything." He got closer and this time went to touch my thigh. This led me to get up and move farther down the bed.
"But we just met. And I think we should take things slow. Get to know each other a bit more." Acting out my words, I stood up and got closer to him, but not as close as we were before.
"What more is there? We know each others name, our ages.... What else is there?" He touched my cheek and then proceeded to brush some bushy strands of hair away from my face. After that, my throat seemed to close up.
"Umm... I... umm... there's... well... I. Don't. Know. Nothing, I guess." I smiled weakly.
"So we're all set." With that, Ron closed the distance between us and kissed me.
Don't get me wrong. Kissing the second hottest guy in school is a pretty good feeling. But I had another feeling. One of guilt almost. One that felt as if I liked what I was doing but at the same time I felt bad for doing it. I mean, sure, I was giving him what he and I wanted, but I was giving up something as well. Something I can never get back. I was just throwing it away like spoiled milk. And I'm not exaggerating either. Because it did actually happen. I lost my virginity to Ronald Weasley. A boy I barely know!
The heat was definitely there. But the passion? Nope! This is NOT the way I wanted to give it up. The sex itself? Great, I guess. It's not like I know what it's supposed to feel like. And when it was over, I really didn't know what to feel. I can't just pretend it never happened. It was my first time! Good and bad feelings were rushing through me and at the end I couldn't settle on which one was strongest. I felt used. I felt happy. I felt like Lavender. I felt as if life couldn't get any better. But I didn't know which one was the real, true emotion I was feeling. I was thinking it over so much, that I feel asleep. And when I woke up, there was no one there.
*Comes out from behind a chair looking scared* Okay. Well I hope you guys liked that. And I apologize if you didn't. Like I said, the idea just came to me and I decided to go with it. I've got so much planned out for this story so I'm hoping you guys like it so I can continue. But there's only one way I'll know if you like it. Which is by leaving a review..... Thanks for reading!