Watching
Title: Watching
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 456
Summary: Ron observes Hermione in the library.
Written for otterandterrier using the prompt "stalking."
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It felt strange being back in the Hogwarts library. It definitely hadn't been his favorite place at Hogwarts. But Ron had had a hunch that he would find Hermione there, and that hunch had paid off. He stood watching her from a gap made by two bookcases. He wanted to touch her, taste her, feel the soft warmth of her body against his, yet he hesitated. Hermione looked so beautiful bent over her book. Her curly hair appeared bushier than usual from her running her hands through it in frustration. She frowned and rubbed her eyes, looking exhausted but achingly lovely.
He felt a bit like a predator stalking his prey. Various scenarios raced through his mind, all of which ended with Hermione in his arms, his lips attacking her mouth, her neck, her breasts. As much as he wanted to pounce on her, the anticipation was so sweet.
He couldn't count the number of times he'd watched her like this in school. Watching her over the top of his Potions book as they studied in the common room. The covert glances while she learned a new spell in Charms. He remembered his frustration, his fears.
But now he didn't have to worry. His feelings were reciprocated. Now, he could watch her openly, and even better, he could kiss her, hold her. He stepped out from behind the bookcase, suddenly unable to spend another moment away from her. He approached quietly and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips to the top of her head. Startled, Hermione squeaked loudly, attracting glares from a nearby table of Ravenclaws.
"Ron!" she said, leaping into his arms. "What are you doing here?"
"Shh!" he said. "I'm not actually supposed to be here."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, giving Ron a stern look.
He shrugged. "Harry and I were in Hogsmeade for training today. We thought we'd pop in and see you and Ginny, but we didn't exactly ask Professor McGonagall for permission."
"Ron," she said, looking around, as they were beginning to attract attention. "You're going to get in trouble."
"No, I'm not," he said. "Come on, you need a break. Let's go for a walk."
Hermione looked as though she was torn between disapproval at his methods and excitement that he was there.
"Okay," she said, packing up her school bag. "But next time, you really should ask for Professor McGonagall's permission."
Ron beamed and slung her bag over his shoulder.
"I will," he said, though he knew it was a lie.
Hermione slipped her hand into his, and they left the library. They headed down toward the heavy oak doors leading to the grounds, where they would hopefully bring one of Ron's imagined scenarios to life.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 456
Summary: Ron observes Hermione in the library.
Written for otterandterrier using the prompt "stalking."
*~*
It felt strange being back in the Hogwarts library. It definitely hadn't been his favorite place at Hogwarts. But Ron had had a hunch that he would find Hermione there, and that hunch had paid off. He stood watching her from a gap made by two bookcases. He wanted to touch her, taste her, feel the soft warmth of her body against his, yet he hesitated. Hermione looked so beautiful bent over her book. Her curly hair appeared bushier than usual from her running her hands through it in frustration. She frowned and rubbed her eyes, looking exhausted but achingly lovely.
He felt a bit like a predator stalking his prey. Various scenarios raced through his mind, all of which ended with Hermione in his arms, his lips attacking her mouth, her neck, her breasts. As much as he wanted to pounce on her, the anticipation was so sweet.
He couldn't count the number of times he'd watched her like this in school. Watching her over the top of his Potions book as they studied in the common room. The covert glances while she learned a new spell in Charms. He remembered his frustration, his fears.
But now he didn't have to worry. His feelings were reciprocated. Now, he could watch her openly, and even better, he could kiss her, hold her. He stepped out from behind the bookcase, suddenly unable to spend another moment away from her. He approached quietly and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips to the top of her head. Startled, Hermione squeaked loudly, attracting glares from a nearby table of Ravenclaws.
"Ron!" she said, leaping into his arms. "What are you doing here?"
"Shh!" he said. "I'm not actually supposed to be here."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, giving Ron a stern look.
He shrugged. "Harry and I were in Hogsmeade for training today. We thought we'd pop in and see you and Ginny, but we didn't exactly ask Professor McGonagall for permission."
"Ron," she said, looking around, as they were beginning to attract attention. "You're going to get in trouble."
"No, I'm not," he said. "Come on, you need a break. Let's go for a walk."
Hermione looked as though she was torn between disapproval at his methods and excitement that he was there.
"Okay," she said, packing up her school bag. "But next time, you really should ask for Professor McGonagall's permission."
Ron beamed and slung her bag over his shoulder.
"I will," he said, though he knew it was a lie.
Hermione slipped her hand into his, and they left the library. They headed down toward the heavy oak doors leading to the grounds, where they would hopefully bring one of Ron's imagined scenarios to life.