A/N:: Hey peeps, sorry I've been dormant for a while. It's all 

the bloody schoolwork. The teachers are loading it on like brick 

layers placing bricks. This is my fist songfic ever, so please be 

merciful! Oh and by the way, join METMA! Go METMA Mandy! 

Anyways, this is to 'Breathless', By the outstanding group The 

Corrs. It's R/H of coursies. 


Disclamie:: All Harry Potter characters belong to the wonderful 

and talented Joanne Kathleen Rowling. 'Breathless' is by the 

Corrs. R/R PLEASE!!!


LEAVE ME BREATHLESS
By Ron's Babe


Hermione Granger sat down on one of the squishy armchairs in 

the Gryffindor common room, tears sliding down her face. She 

had just got back from potions class, which was more 

unbearable than usual. That is where her day took a turn for 

the worst.........


" Granger, I forbid you to sneeze in class. 10 points from 

Gryffindor. You could get your ugly snot in Mr. Malfoy's 

beautiful potion," Snape's greasy voice filled the dungeon, his 

cold eyes directed at Hermione.


"But Professor....."


" Don't you talk back to your professor, Granger, that's 20 

points you've lost for you're house today."


Hermione sat back in her chair, holding back a sneeze. She 

had woke up that morning with an incredibly nasty head-cold, 

and even Madame Pomfrey's pepper-up potion did little to 

make her feel better. And even worse then her annoying 

ailment was Draco Malfoy. He was partnered up with her in 

potions, and he took every possible moment to insult her.


"So, Granger, did your filthy mudblood head catch a cold?"


" Malfoy, you call me that one more time and I swear to God I 

will slap you." Hermione was stiff with anger, all the emotions 

about losing points (she hated that), and being called a 

mudblood (she hated that too).


" Ooooo, I'm scaaared!" Draco replied, a smirk on his face. " 

Like a Mudblood like you can really........."


But he was cut off. Hermione turned around in her seat, and 

with the blood boiling in her ears, slapped Malfoy accross the 

face, leaving a bright red mark shaped like a hand on his pale 

cheek.


"GRANGER!" Snape's voice silenced the chattering class like a 

whip silences a whiny horse. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE 

VIOLENCE IN MY CLASSROOM. THAT'S DETENTION FOR A 

WEEK, AND FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"


" Professor, he called me Mudblood, and....." Hermione 

started, the tears welling up in her eyes.


" I don't care." His voice pierced through her like a knife, she 

couldn't contain her misery any longer. She ran out of the 

classroom, straight to Gryffindor tower.


And here she was, crying her eyes out, like a three year old 

who scraped his knee. She sat there for awhile, her head in 

her hands, bawling uncontrolably. She barely heard someone 

come up and sit in the chair next to her, until he said her 

name.


" Herm?" She recognized that voice. It was Ron.


"Yes?" She croaked, lifting her tearstained face and bloodshot 

eyes.


"I'm really sorry about what Snape did. Me and Harry tried to 

tell him you were provoked, but he wouldn't hear of it. All he 

did was take more points off of gryffindor."


"It's Harry and I, Ron, not Me and Harry," She replied, looking 

into his eyes. Something broke inside her. Those eyes. So soft 

and bright. So full of concern. For her.


"OK, Herm, You got me there. Oh well, gotta go see if Harry 

got out of Potions alive. See ya later." He stood up, the 

sunlight hitting his luminous hair. She never noticed it before, 

but Ron was handsome. And sweet. And, oh, it goes on and 

on. She drifted up to her dorm, visions of him still floating in 

her head.


Over the next few weeks, she started noticing Ron more. Soon 

enough, she figured out what all her feelings were. She liked, 

no, loved him. He was her stability in potions class, just 

thinking about him made her anger melt away.


The Daylight's fading slowly
The time with you is standing still
I'm waiting for you only
The slightest touch and I feel weak

I cannot lie
From you I cannot hide
I'm losing will to try
Can't Hide it
Can't fight it


Ron looked at Hermione Granger, his very good friend, as a 

goddess from heaven. Ever since she looked at him that day of 

the potions class incident, he felt she was the only one. If she 

only knew how he felt.......


So Go on, go on
Come on leave me breathless
Tempt me, Tease me
'Till I can't deny this 
Loving feeling
Let me long for your kiss
Go on, Go on........


If only they both knew what the other one was thinking, they 

would be able to predict what would happen next.





A/N:: Hey, how was it?? PLease R/R. All R/H shippers let me 

know who you are. I AM PROUD TO BE AN R/H 

SHIPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sequel if wanted.