Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Never have. Never will.
Notes: I just saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 yesterday and, well, all I can say is...I loved it! These ideas popped into my head whilst watching the film, so I just had to write it down. Obviously, there will be spoilers for the newest movie. Some parts I added in myself, but most of it stays true to the film.
So when the Ron and Hermione kiss finally came, I leaned over to my boyfriend in the movie theatre and whispered "It's about bloody time." Yes, even though I'm American I used the word bloody. Is that weird? Haha, anyway, that's where the title came from.
About the kissing scene...am I the only one that was just the tiniest bit disappointed that you could only see the back of Rupert's head? I'm not trying to complain, I loved the kiss, but seriously, I've waited for more than half my life for this kiss, I wanted to see some lip action! But *sigh* there is nothing that can be done now. Do you know what I do every night? I get on my knees and pray that Rupert and Emma will one day be in another movie together where they have a kissing scene, a scene where the audience can actually see their lips connect!
A few lines from the movie will be borrowed, but, as stated in my regular disclaimer, I own nothing! The chapters will be short and sweet. Hope you enjoy!
About Bloody Time
a Harry Potter fan fiction
It had all happened so fast. Almost too fast for Hermione's liking. One moment she was drenched in water, the next her eyes briefly connected with Ron's – sky blue burning into chocolate brown – and the next his lips were crushed against her own.
His arms wrapped around her, one on her back, and the other on her upper waist. Instinctively, she reached a hand up to touch the side of his face. Their dripping wet bodies molded together perfectly; they were puzzle pieces.
His lips were warm and moist against her own. His nose rubbed upon her cheek. Ron deepened the kiss by applying more pressure to her back, crushing her body against his protective, loving embrace.
She had waited so long for this. Too long. Too long had she waited for them to finally stop bickering long enough to end up like this. It had definitely not happened like she expected – so spontaneously – yet it was better than any of the kissing fantasies she had ever thought of back when she would spend hours knitting elf clothes in the Gryffindor common room.
As his soft lips continued to move against her mouth, her mind erupted with questions. The first was obvious: Are we together now? Does this kiss make us. . . official? The way he held onto her lithe body – as if his life depended on her embrace, her kiss – and the unguarded emotion he spilled into the osculation answered all of her questions. Yes, we are together. Finally.
Perhaps what brought along the kiss was their situation. There was a chance that tonight was the last night of their life, and that they would never see each other again. She knew that if she was going to die tonight, at the very least she could experience something she had always wanted with Ron – one of her best friends, and now, as it seemed, her boyfriend. The word sent shivers down her spine.
All too soon, they pulled apart, his hands lowering on her waist and finally unwrapping from around her. Her eyes were closed, still lost in the pleasant warmth he emitted. The feeling of his lips lingered on her mouth, even long after they had separated.
He took a small step back, allowing her to recover from the breathtaking moment. Then, after Hermione opened her eyes, they shared a brief glance before breaking into grins. His smile lit up her world – even in the darkest of times, like this – and she was strangely sure that her smile would affect him in a similar way.
It was as they continued to grin at each other, and as she admired the pearly white teeth shimmering against his handsome face, that she came to a conclusion. A conclusion that she had actually come to years ago, and had been hidden away in the crevices of her large brain, but had now emerged once more because of this kiss.
She was in love with Ronald Weasley.
And, as she studied the expression on the cheerful face she had known and loved for a good portion of her life, it was certain that he felt exactly the same.