Fic Request Fulfilled for x3_b0okw0rm
Title: This Night Couldn’t Get Any Better
Author: xxkessiex
Beta: Arjd
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1948
Summary: Harry and Hermione stay at the Weasley’s for Christmas where a couple of relationships form.
Warnings: None really.
Disclaimer: The usual. These characters are all from J.K. Rowling and I did not make them. I did although, write the rest.
Author's Notes: I really hope the requester likes what I’ve written. I tried to include both relationships without overshadowing one over the other (with a little more emphasis on Harry/Ginny though). This is my first exchange ever. =]
To sit down on the train that day brought sheer happiness to Hermione. Of course, she would miss Hogwarts during the time she spent away from it for Christmas break - but not that much. Her mind raced through all the things that could happen at the Weasley's, and she grinned. To think, her friendship with Ron had been increasing each day...Oh, how much she just wanted to shout her growing love out loud for everyone to hear! But all of her thoughts shattered to the ground when she needed
them the most. Ronald and Harry entered the compartment where she was sitting alone. As they laughed with one another, she lost all confidence, and instead murmured a quick hello and flipped open a book.
She read for what seemed like forever, until her eyes were blurring beyond belief, but she hadn't read more than a single page. She couldn't stop thinking about Ronald. She glanced up to see that her two friends were just minding their own business, sat in the midst of a huge pile of Chocolate Frog, Liquorice Wand, and Droobles packages. Ron noticed her watching him, and quickly grabbed all the wrappings around him and shoved them down the side of the seat. He smiled, and then patted the seat next to him, motioning for her to scoot closer. Hermione's heart skipped a beat, as if she had just missed a step down the stairs, as she
slowly scooted over.
"I never did get the chance to ask...How are you?" He asked quietly.
"Oh, erm, I'm fine. I'm, er, looking forward to having some time off, actually."
For the first time, Hermione was actually feeling nervous about talking to Ron. She felt a longing for something to happen between them, which blocked her ability to speak. But she knew she had to do something, or it would just remain a longing forever.
"Cold, isn't it?" She said in a sweet, quiet voice. She rubbed her arms, as if she was cold.
"Here." he said as he put his arm around her. He pulled her close, and she didn't object. Hermione's heart started to beat faster, and faster. It felt so good to be wrapped in his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder and felt her eyes start to close. As she drifted off to a dreamy state she wondered about how Harry would take it-Her being with Ron that is - but ultimately, she figured, Ron would come first.
Little did she know, Harry thought it was sweet. He glanced over at the newly formed couple and smiled. Deep down inside him, he longed to have something like that with the girl he had been dreaming of for longest time. Ron's sister, Ginny. He imagined her beautiful red hair and
adorable freckles and blushed. If only he could have her in his arms, just as Ron had Hermione. He stared into the distance, deep in thought.
"Hi, Harry." said a passing voice from outside the cabin.
It was her. His hands felt clammy, and he felt a drop of sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Oh, erm, hi-" but by the time he reached the 'erm', she had already passed the doors, and had continued down the hall.
Stupid! He thought. I've seen her a million times passing in school. Why can't I muster up a simple 'Hi'? He thought about The Burrow, which he was heading to this very moment. He imagined himself and Ginny sitting together by the warmth of the fire, and as she would look up he could see himself move closer and touch her lips for the first time. Oh how that would feel! He let out a sigh, hoping with all his heart that the scene wouldn't just be stuck in his mind for much longer. If only something might happen between them at The Burrow, that, he thought, would be the most wonderful Christmas ever.
***
It was snowing heavily outside as it neared Christmas time, but the blazing fire kept the cold out. Harry could barely keep his soup from dripping all over himself at the dinner table. He was sitting across from Ginny and felt more nervous than ever. Ron was sitting next to him, and was deeply involved in talking to Hermione. They sat across from each other as well, and as they sipped their soup they would stare at each other and smile in between bites. Under the table, their feet were entwined. Harry wished he could be doing the same. He lifted up his foot and moved it around under the table as if he were involved in a game as well. His foot stuck something - or rather someone, and Ginny looked up suddenly. He stared into her eyes as they widened. She blushed, bit her lip and then quickly looked back down to focus on her food. Harry did the same.
The awkward atmosphere was broken as Fred and George burst into the room. They were carrying a large barrel of Butterbeer. Mrs. Weasley stood up to object.
"Mum!" they said in unison.
"It's Christmas eve!" Fred said.
George added, "It's time for us to get together and have some-"
"Holiday celebration!" Fred chimed in loudly.
"Oh, alright. Be sure not to drop boys! Set it over here. Oh, where’s - Arthur! Come and help them set it down."
The four at the table looked up at the barrel, gleeful at the sight of it. Ron and Hermione went through the doors into the kitchen to wash out their dishes. Harry and Ginny were left at the table, shifting in their seats and avoiding each other’s gaze. Harry finally got up the courage to say something.
"Erm, Ginny. Would you like some Butterbeer?" He asked.
"Oh. I ate so much soup, I don't think I could manage anything else."
"Oh, um, alright."
He got up, and was sure that must have meant something. Why else wouldn't she want me to get her some, he thought.9 He stood up and walked over to where the Butterbeer barrel was. He felt completely depressed now. Ron, on the other hand, looked like he felt exactly the opposite. He had just walked through the doors from the kitchen to where Harry was standing. He had a faint outline of lipstick smeared all over his mouth.
"Harry!" He said, positively overjoyed. He moved closer to him and said in a low voice, so not to be heard by others, "I did it! I finally went for it. You know, Hermione really knows what she's doing with those lips." He laughed.
"Oh, that’s, um, fantastic." He said. Ron was completely oblivious to Harry's lack of enthusiasm. He walked away with a huge grin on his face, to get a Butterbeer for himself and Hermione. Harry glanced back over to the table, and saw Hermione talking to Ginny. She looked as though she were talking a million miles a minute, and had the same overly large grin that Ron had on her face. Ginny listened excitedly. Harry got his Butterbeer and went to sit down in a chair way over away from the kitchen and watch the fire flicker.
Why? he thought. Why is Ron getting all of this and I get nothing? He really was trying not to be jealous, but he couldn't help it. He sat in the chair for a long time, unaware of what the rest of the world was doing, thinking.
After an hour or two, everything had been cleaned up and the whole family seemed to have disappeared. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the table next to each other. They had been talking for a while, but now, their actions consisted of no talking. Hermione had moved over to sit on his lap. They were now deeply tangled up in each other. Harry, sat in his chair, still hadn’t finished his Butterbeer. He watched as Hermione and Ron lovingly kissed, then drained his mug and turned back to the fire. He laid his head down on the arm of his chair, closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep.
He opened them, and some time had gone by, but he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Ron was sleeping soundly on the couch across from Harry's chair, and Hermione lay with him, wrapped up, asleep in his arms. Oh, how Harry envied their relationship. He glanced at the clock and it was a quarter to 1 in the morning. He couldn't believe how awake he felt at this hour. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Sure enough, like an answer to his hopes and prayers, it was Ginny. She walked over and sat down on the arm of Harry's chair.
"Oh, hi." He said, surprised that he had actually got the words out this time.
"You're still up too? I can’t get any sleep."
"Yeah, erm, I'm going into the kitchen to put this glass back. Would you like anything?"
To Harry's delight Ginny replied, "Well actually, I came down here craving some hot chocolate. If you’d like we can make some together."
Harry's heart leaped. He couldn't imagine replying with anything other than yes.
They walked into the kitchen together and as Harry put his cup in the sink, Ginny grabbed the package of Hot Chocolate mix.
"Oh, I really can't wait until I am allowed to do magic outside of school Harry." Ginny said. "This is really quite...messy." She flicked chocolate powder in Harry's face and laughed. Harry felt himself loosen up as he grabbed some chocolate powder out of the package and flicked it at her. They both laughed uncontrollably. They opened up a new package after all the old powder was gone, to finish their hot chocolate.
Back in the room where Ron and Hermione were still sleeping, Ginny quietly went over by the fire and sat on the floor. Harry followed her lead.
"Mmm, this is good Harry. And there was no magic involved!" She giggled and they both took a sip. They continued to talk and sip and talked about magic and Quidditch and how much Snape's butt moved back and forth when he walked. They laughed and the hours passed. The clock chimed 2 am, then 3 am and they were still talking. Harry felt so much more comfortable around her than ever before. When Ginny brought up the subject of relationships, Harry felt himself tense up.
"Oh Harry, look at Ron. He looks so adorable with Hermione." She said, and then continued quietly, "I wish I could have that."
Harry said, "Well, erm-"
Ginny cut him off, "...with you, Harry.”
Harry blushed. He could really feel the moment, the snow outside, with the warm fire inside. It was cosy and warm and just right.
Harry just went for it. "You do." He said, and without hesitation he leaned in and kissed her. His heart leaped higher than ever before, and although he didn’t realise it, Ginny’s leaped even higher. They pulled back, smiled at each other, and then leaned back in for a more lingering kiss.
When Harry lay down on the floor, Ginny settled herself under his arm, her head on his chest. He grabbed the blanket from the chair above him and pulled it on top of them, kissed her one last time and then drifted off to sleep. Hermione opened one eye from across the room and saw the two. She was as happy for them as she was for herself and Ron. And as she and Harry both drifted off to sleep they both thought in unison: I don’t think this night could get any better.
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ORIGINAL REQUEST:
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive: Harry, Hermione, and Ron are staying at the Burrow for Christmas. Neither Harry nor Ginny can sleep, and end up talking.
Preferred Rating: PG-13
OBHWF Inclusion (Y/N): Yes
Holiday Choice (Christmas, New Year's, Both, or Unimportant): Christmas
If both, when would you like the fic to be posted? -
Other Holidays to incorporate (optional, maximum of three): -
Specifics you want (optional, maximum of three): fluff, some sort of warm beverage, and a kiss (o:
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): no sex please. that's unnecessary.
Thank you for participating in the Winter Exchange! Happy Holidays!
Author: xxkessiex
Beta: Arjd
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1948
Summary: Harry and Hermione stay at the Weasley’s for Christmas where a couple of relationships form.
Warnings: None really.
Disclaimer: The usual. These characters are all from J.K. Rowling and I did not make them. I did although, write the rest.
Author's Notes: I really hope the requester likes what I’ve written. I tried to include both relationships without overshadowing one over the other (with a little more emphasis on Harry/Ginny though). This is my first exchange ever. =]
To sit down on the train that day brought sheer happiness to Hermione. Of course, she would miss Hogwarts during the time she spent away from it for Christmas break - but not that much. Her mind raced through all the things that could happen at the Weasley's, and she grinned. To think, her friendship with Ron had been increasing each day...Oh, how much she just wanted to shout her growing love out loud for everyone to hear! But all of her thoughts shattered to the ground when she needed
them the most. Ronald and Harry entered the compartment where she was sitting alone. As they laughed with one another, she lost all confidence, and instead murmured a quick hello and flipped open a book.
She read for what seemed like forever, until her eyes were blurring beyond belief, but she hadn't read more than a single page. She couldn't stop thinking about Ronald. She glanced up to see that her two friends were just minding their own business, sat in the midst of a huge pile of Chocolate Frog, Liquorice Wand, and Droobles packages. Ron noticed her watching him, and quickly grabbed all the wrappings around him and shoved them down the side of the seat. He smiled, and then patted the seat next to him, motioning for her to scoot closer. Hermione's heart skipped a beat, as if she had just missed a step down the stairs, as she
slowly scooted over.
"I never did get the chance to ask...How are you?" He asked quietly.
"Oh, erm, I'm fine. I'm, er, looking forward to having some time off, actually."
For the first time, Hermione was actually feeling nervous about talking to Ron. She felt a longing for something to happen between them, which blocked her ability to speak. But she knew she had to do something, or it would just remain a longing forever.
"Cold, isn't it?" She said in a sweet, quiet voice. She rubbed her arms, as if she was cold.
"Here." he said as he put his arm around her. He pulled her close, and she didn't object. Hermione's heart started to beat faster, and faster. It felt so good to be wrapped in his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder and felt her eyes start to close. As she drifted off to a dreamy state she wondered about how Harry would take it-Her being with Ron that is - but ultimately, she figured, Ron would come first.
Little did she know, Harry thought it was sweet. He glanced over at the newly formed couple and smiled. Deep down inside him, he longed to have something like that with the girl he had been dreaming of for longest time. Ron's sister, Ginny. He imagined her beautiful red hair and
adorable freckles and blushed. If only he could have her in his arms, just as Ron had Hermione. He stared into the distance, deep in thought.
"Hi, Harry." said a passing voice from outside the cabin.
It was her. His hands felt clammy, and he felt a drop of sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Oh, erm, hi-" but by the time he reached the 'erm', she had already passed the doors, and had continued down the hall.
Stupid! He thought. I've seen her a million times passing in school. Why can't I muster up a simple 'Hi'? He thought about The Burrow, which he was heading to this very moment. He imagined himself and Ginny sitting together by the warmth of the fire, and as she would look up he could see himself move closer and touch her lips for the first time. Oh how that would feel! He let out a sigh, hoping with all his heart that the scene wouldn't just be stuck in his mind for much longer. If only something might happen between them at The Burrow, that, he thought, would be the most wonderful Christmas ever.
***
It was snowing heavily outside as it neared Christmas time, but the blazing fire kept the cold out. Harry could barely keep his soup from dripping all over himself at the dinner table. He was sitting across from Ginny and felt more nervous than ever. Ron was sitting next to him, and was deeply involved in talking to Hermione. They sat across from each other as well, and as they sipped their soup they would stare at each other and smile in between bites. Under the table, their feet were entwined. Harry wished he could be doing the same. He lifted up his foot and moved it around under the table as if he were involved in a game as well. His foot stuck something - or rather someone, and Ginny looked up suddenly. He stared into her eyes as they widened. She blushed, bit her lip and then quickly looked back down to focus on her food. Harry did the same.
The awkward atmosphere was broken as Fred and George burst into the room. They were carrying a large barrel of Butterbeer. Mrs. Weasley stood up to object.
"Mum!" they said in unison.
"It's Christmas eve!" Fred said.
George added, "It's time for us to get together and have some-"
"Holiday celebration!" Fred chimed in loudly.
"Oh, alright. Be sure not to drop boys! Set it over here. Oh, where’s - Arthur! Come and help them set it down."
The four at the table looked up at the barrel, gleeful at the sight of it. Ron and Hermione went through the doors into the kitchen to wash out their dishes. Harry and Ginny were left at the table, shifting in their seats and avoiding each other’s gaze. Harry finally got up the courage to say something.
"Erm, Ginny. Would you like some Butterbeer?" He asked.
"Oh. I ate so much soup, I don't think I could manage anything else."
"Oh, um, alright."
He got up, and was sure that must have meant something. Why else wouldn't she want me to get her some, he thought.9 He stood up and walked over to where the Butterbeer barrel was. He felt completely depressed now. Ron, on the other hand, looked like he felt exactly the opposite. He had just walked through the doors from the kitchen to where Harry was standing. He had a faint outline of lipstick smeared all over his mouth.
"Harry!" He said, positively overjoyed. He moved closer to him and said in a low voice, so not to be heard by others, "I did it! I finally went for it. You know, Hermione really knows what she's doing with those lips." He laughed.
"Oh, that’s, um, fantastic." He said. Ron was completely oblivious to Harry's lack of enthusiasm. He walked away with a huge grin on his face, to get a Butterbeer for himself and Hermione. Harry glanced back over to the table, and saw Hermione talking to Ginny. She looked as though she were talking a million miles a minute, and had the same overly large grin that Ron had on her face. Ginny listened excitedly. Harry got his Butterbeer and went to sit down in a chair way over away from the kitchen and watch the fire flicker.
Why? he thought. Why is Ron getting all of this and I get nothing? He really was trying not to be jealous, but he couldn't help it. He sat in the chair for a long time, unaware of what the rest of the world was doing, thinking.
After an hour or two, everything had been cleaned up and the whole family seemed to have disappeared. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the table next to each other. They had been talking for a while, but now, their actions consisted of no talking. Hermione had moved over to sit on his lap. They were now deeply tangled up in each other. Harry, sat in his chair, still hadn’t finished his Butterbeer. He watched as Hermione and Ron lovingly kissed, then drained his mug and turned back to the fire. He laid his head down on the arm of his chair, closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep.
He opened them, and some time had gone by, but he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Ron was sleeping soundly on the couch across from Harry's chair, and Hermione lay with him, wrapped up, asleep in his arms. Oh, how Harry envied their relationship. He glanced at the clock and it was a quarter to 1 in the morning. He couldn't believe how awake he felt at this hour. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Sure enough, like an answer to his hopes and prayers, it was Ginny. She walked over and sat down on the arm of Harry's chair.
"Oh, hi." He said, surprised that he had actually got the words out this time.
"You're still up too? I can’t get any sleep."
"Yeah, erm, I'm going into the kitchen to put this glass back. Would you like anything?"
To Harry's delight Ginny replied, "Well actually, I came down here craving some hot chocolate. If you’d like we can make some together."
Harry's heart leaped. He couldn't imagine replying with anything other than yes.
They walked into the kitchen together and as Harry put his cup in the sink, Ginny grabbed the package of Hot Chocolate mix.
"Oh, I really can't wait until I am allowed to do magic outside of school Harry." Ginny said. "This is really quite...messy." She flicked chocolate powder in Harry's face and laughed. Harry felt himself loosen up as he grabbed some chocolate powder out of the package and flicked it at her. They both laughed uncontrollably. They opened up a new package after all the old powder was gone, to finish their hot chocolate.
Back in the room where Ron and Hermione were still sleeping, Ginny quietly went over by the fire and sat on the floor. Harry followed her lead.
"Mmm, this is good Harry. And there was no magic involved!" She giggled and they both took a sip. They continued to talk and sip and talked about magic and Quidditch and how much Snape's butt moved back and forth when he walked. They laughed and the hours passed. The clock chimed 2 am, then 3 am and they were still talking. Harry felt so much more comfortable around her than ever before. When Ginny brought up the subject of relationships, Harry felt himself tense up.
"Oh Harry, look at Ron. He looks so adorable with Hermione." She said, and then continued quietly, "I wish I could have that."
Harry said, "Well, erm-"
Ginny cut him off, "...with you, Harry.”
Harry blushed. He could really feel the moment, the snow outside, with the warm fire inside. It was cosy and warm and just right.
Harry just went for it. "You do." He said, and without hesitation he leaned in and kissed her. His heart leaped higher than ever before, and although he didn’t realise it, Ginny’s leaped even higher. They pulled back, smiled at each other, and then leaned back in for a more lingering kiss.
When Harry lay down on the floor, Ginny settled herself under his arm, her head on his chest. He grabbed the blanket from the chair above him and pulled it on top of them, kissed her one last time and then drifted off to sleep. Hermione opened one eye from across the room and saw the two. She was as happy for them as she was for herself and Ron. And as she and Harry both drifted off to sleep they both thought in unison: I don’t think this night could get any better.
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ORIGINAL REQUEST:
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive: Harry, Hermione, and Ron are staying at the Burrow for Christmas. Neither Harry nor Ginny can sleep, and end up talking.
Preferred Rating: PG-13
OBHWF Inclusion (Y/N): Yes
Holiday Choice (Christmas, New Year's, Both, or Unimportant): Christmas
If both, when would you like the fic to be posted? -
Other Holidays to incorporate (optional, maximum of three): -
Specifics you want (optional, maximum of three): fluff, some sort of warm beverage, and a kiss (o:
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): no sex please. that's unnecessary.
Thank you for participating in the Winter Exchange! Happy Holidays!