Moonlight
By, Rosekeet
PG for sensuality
A/N: My first somewhat pathetic attempt at a short, one chappie romance type thing. Got a bit inspired as I was reading a fic I'm working on. Yes, it's pathetic, yes it's sap, yes it's pure fluff, yes it's probably a waste of perfectly good megabytes on my computer but oh well. Flame me if you want. I don't care.
Dedicated to: Everyone who has never fallen in love. Myself included.
The full moons reflection danced on the surface of the lake. The lake was perfectly still. Like a giant shining silver mirror laid on a piece of green velvet. Ron Weasley leaned against a tree, feeling the rough bark on his skin. A breeze as gentle as the one he loved blowing him a kiss touched his cheek. He placed a hand there. Imagining it was a kiss that he had caught on the wind. He took a deep breath inhaling the sent of the air. He looked up. Through the leaves he could see a thousand tiny stars in the sky. It was as if a giant jar of silver glitter had turned over and fallen over the entire sky. It was a beautiful night.
Ron closed his eyes and listened to the beating of his heart. He could feel the moonlight on his skin, and in his hair, enveloping him and sinking deep inside him like a first love. He breathed in again. He could taste the scent of the fresh earth and of the pure lake water. The smell was fresh and clean.
"Ron?" A soft, sweet voice said. He felt it creeping into his skin and sinking deep into him. Like the moonlight. "Ron?" It said again in a singsong way.
"Yeah?" He said, turning towards the owner of the voice, heart pounding.
"You sound like you aren't all the way here." She said with a laugh and moved closer to him. He could feel her smiling.
"I'm thinking." He said and she inched closer to him. "You're always so nosey Herm."
"I didn't want you to get in trouble, being out this late."
"What about you?" He could tell she was blushing. It looked like moonlight roses were blooming in her cheeks. She didn't say anything. He slowly wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her close to him. He felt her heart beating against his own. She leaned on him and laid her head on his shoulder. Ron leaned his head on hers. It felt as if she had always been there and always would be. They looked out at the lake and the moon's reflection.
"The man in the moon is smiling at us." Hermione said softly. Ron could feel her smile radiating through the pale light.
"I wonder why that is."
"I read that the man in the moon only smiles when two people are in love."
"Does the man in the moon have a reason for smiling on us, then?" Ron asked heart thumping. Hermione snuggled closer to him.
"I hope so." She whispered, for her face was almost buried in his shoulder.
"I hope so too." Ron whispered back and he kissed the top of her head feeling the wispy hairs brush his face. He turned slightly and embraced her, holding her safe in his arms. He could feel her face buried in the front of his robes. His chin rested lightly on her head. He felt dampness on the front of his robes. Hermione looked up; happy tears were glistening on her pale cheeks.
"Don't cry." Ron whispered wiping the tears away. She smiled a pure smile up at him and he leaned forward and kissed her. Her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck. The moon beamed bright moonlight everywhere, for the man in the moon had a reason to be smiling.
A/N: Ok, so that was a bit more pathetic than I thought it would be but I felt this weird compulsion to write it. Whatever. Flame, charm, spark, whatever.
By, Rosekeet
PG for sensuality
A/N: My first somewhat pathetic attempt at a short, one chappie romance type thing. Got a bit inspired as I was reading a fic I'm working on. Yes, it's pathetic, yes it's sap, yes it's pure fluff, yes it's probably a waste of perfectly good megabytes on my computer but oh well. Flame me if you want. I don't care.
Dedicated to: Everyone who has never fallen in love. Myself included.
The full moons reflection danced on the surface of the lake. The lake was perfectly still. Like a giant shining silver mirror laid on a piece of green velvet. Ron Weasley leaned against a tree, feeling the rough bark on his skin. A breeze as gentle as the one he loved blowing him a kiss touched his cheek. He placed a hand there. Imagining it was a kiss that he had caught on the wind. He took a deep breath inhaling the sent of the air. He looked up. Through the leaves he could see a thousand tiny stars in the sky. It was as if a giant jar of silver glitter had turned over and fallen over the entire sky. It was a beautiful night.
Ron closed his eyes and listened to the beating of his heart. He could feel the moonlight on his skin, and in his hair, enveloping him and sinking deep inside him like a first love. He breathed in again. He could taste the scent of the fresh earth and of the pure lake water. The smell was fresh and clean.
"Ron?" A soft, sweet voice said. He felt it creeping into his skin and sinking deep into him. Like the moonlight. "Ron?" It said again in a singsong way.
"Yeah?" He said, turning towards the owner of the voice, heart pounding.
"You sound like you aren't all the way here." She said with a laugh and moved closer to him. He could feel her smiling.
"I'm thinking." He said and she inched closer to him. "You're always so nosey Herm."
"I didn't want you to get in trouble, being out this late."
"What about you?" He could tell she was blushing. It looked like moonlight roses were blooming in her cheeks. She didn't say anything. He slowly wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her close to him. He felt her heart beating against his own. She leaned on him and laid her head on his shoulder. Ron leaned his head on hers. It felt as if she had always been there and always would be. They looked out at the lake and the moon's reflection.
"The man in the moon is smiling at us." Hermione said softly. Ron could feel her smile radiating through the pale light.
"I wonder why that is."
"I read that the man in the moon only smiles when two people are in love."
"Does the man in the moon have a reason for smiling on us, then?" Ron asked heart thumping. Hermione snuggled closer to him.
"I hope so." She whispered, for her face was almost buried in his shoulder.
"I hope so too." Ron whispered back and he kissed the top of her head feeling the wispy hairs brush his face. He turned slightly and embraced her, holding her safe in his arms. He could feel her face buried in the front of his robes. His chin rested lightly on her head. He felt dampness on the front of his robes. Hermione looked up; happy tears were glistening on her pale cheeks.
"Don't cry." Ron whispered wiping the tears away. She smiled a pure smile up at him and he leaned forward and kissed her. Her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck. The moon beamed bright moonlight everywhere, for the man in the moon had a reason to be smiling.
A/N: Ok, so that was a bit more pathetic than I thought it would be but I felt this weird compulsion to write it. Whatever. Flame, charm, spark, whatever.