A/N: everything that is in italic is either Ron thinking or Hermione. I know this chapter must be the shorter in all the history of fan fics but it is meant to be like this.
Trying To…
by mionetwin
Chapter One
'Unaware of the World'
There she is. Same spot. Every time. He should be tired, sick of it. But he isn't because it's her favourite. The light that comes through the window is lighting her flushed cheeks. He's tired of spilling the tears over them. She's more. He's tired of waiting to lock his arms around her body. She's more. She's tired of making him yell. He's more. She's tired of just looking at those lips. He's more. So, they're even.
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She bits her lips, strongly. Her tears won't fall down again, she wonders. Attention, it's going to bleed, the lower lip is going to bleed. That would be something that she was sure she was feeling, something she was sure it was… The right thing to do! Had it been? Couldn't she just continue to ignore it, as he had done, hiding his eyes from her, once he understood she was able to read them? She just thinks it all over again and again. This subject is so stepped, so thought about, so known… Out of nothing, she feels a sudden urge to look to her side. Incapable of ignoring that numbness inside her heart, flowing though her veins, she turns her head gracefully, trying to remain unknown to the rest of the world. Her mouth opens slightly and her heart misses one (maybe even two) beats. He is here.
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Then, she notices him. Wow. How can her eyes shine so brightly? They're like the sun. Only, he'll never get blind by gazing at them. Maybe by love. In that case, then, he already is. They sparkle and shine up the room more than the light from the window does. Why did he mention it a moment ago? He can't remember. He doesn't want to also.
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He's standing on the door frame, uncertain of what to do. She can get it from the shine (always on) that fills his eyes. His searching look stops when their eyes meet. She doesn't know if she wants them to. Unsure and uncomfortable with the silence, she does one thing she just can't resist when she's around him: smirks with her soul on her lips.
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Her lips form slowly a soft smile. One that's one of kind. Just for him. That becoming-grin is completing the effect of her eyes on him.
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She waits, as she sees his standing figure.
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Her feet never stop bouncing. Not that she's nervous, she's just... her. Bouncing one foot. Now the other. Forwards, backwards. He kind of likes that habit.
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After all the time she has concealed that feeling that consumes her slowly, it's strange how she is so anxious. Her palms sweat. If he has come here, then why did he stop? Didn't he read it? It was on his pillow, for Merlin's sake! Maybe he has just come here to take his doubts! Doesn't he understand he is giving her more hopes, more facts to dream about?
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Eyes focused on her, he takes a step forward, finally. Just one. Quietly but effectively. Slowly but firmly. But it changes everything and that's all she needed to see. To know, to feel and to love.
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As his right foot moves, her sight gets all blurry around his body. Actually his body is the brightest thing on the room. She feels like she is the moth, running blindly to the flame.
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The next moment, he's on air. Just as her hair starts brushing his face and her lips his mouth, everything is blur around them. Just as he puts his arms around her waist, everything stops. Just as their foreheads press against each other, everything is them.
Finally, all is forgotten and remembered. Memories flash past their closed eyes. Everything he sees, she foresees exactly it. And all she notices, he examines closely. Their bond is stronger now. The kiss is more vibrant as she remembers the walk in Hogsmeade. The kiss is more passionate as he remembers he's the boy she was crying for. The kiss is more real as they know of their love.
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She makes a decision and holds his hand as firmly as her weak fingers let her.
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She takes his hand. Without looking at where he puts his feet, he follows, half amazed, half hypnotized. Everything she exhales, everything she says, everything she looks at, everything she feels, make his heart jump and his lips tremble. In this precise moment, she doesn't speak but she's still that fantastic girl. And that's all he sees and needs to see.
Suddenly, after all the rushed walking, he is finally tempted to look around him. She has taken him to a tower he doesn't recognize, or maybe- he feels like he knows it somehow. It's higher than any other he is aware of. Its top is completely uncovered to the open dark sky. Tonight, the clouds that remain after the bath of sunset that happened only hours ago form the most beautiful images. They mix rose, orange, yellow and all the colours he can associate to this moment. Between those masterpieces, there are many sparkling stars, concealing from the undesired eyes. They play hide-and-seek, teasing him, but he's not very interested. He has eyes for her only, his girlfriend. Now, that the part that he was destined to do is achieved, he senses his heart, mind and soul are… colourful perhaps? Like the game of different coloured shadows that plays in front of them, taking their breaths away. He clasps her soft hand harder, not letting her go, when she indicates a bench that appears from nowhere, magically.
Turning around, she beams at him, thinking of the sweetness of his move. As they walk to their seat, everything stops, the world isn't turning anymore and the rest of the universe isn't breathing. Their eyes are locked, their bodies move in unison.
As he takes his place, she is immediately on top of him, making him wide his eyes with something he wasn't expecting. Once again, she smiles at his surprise. She is amazed too with all she is doing, for practically the first time. Even though, her eyes are shining, when she leans on him without a doubt. Their lips meet again, after such time parted. For many years, this gesture has been all that has filled their heads, all that has haunted their dreams. And it is a relief to be doing it now without any fears, without hesitations. In this moment, it is a sign of commitment, of love and of a lifetime.
She stops to breathe and sighs when he moans with disappointment, although a mischievous smile lingers in her mouth. Sure, she's a prefect, but she's in love, right? Slowly, she strokes his cheek with her thumb. They're red, just as his ears, and he's breathing heavily.
"So…"
"So…" he responds, same mysterious tone.
"So, you love me…"
"What makes you sure?" he asks, attacked by a one of a kind stupidity wave that she accepts with all her will.
"Well, maybe your sudden appearance in my favourite place. Who could have known that without loving me?" she says, apparently victorious, although not at all wanting to win anything more than him.
"Harry does," he snaps, immediately, without even thinking. His eyes startle with his heart, when he hears his own words. Stupid, stupid! Why did you have to bring Harry up? Why? This is it. Now, she is going to start yelling at him. Really, how can he ruin every little moment like this he has with her? And it was all being so perfect.
She, at least, isn't very fond of letting go of this entire advance. She just isn't willing of losing him another time and only having this enough courage again sometime between her 30s and 40s. She wants to let go this slip. So, she says carefully and in a calm voice:
"Harry loves me."
"He does!" Is there anything I don't know? And probably don't want to!
She sighs, enjoying some parts of this entire confusing situation. "As a friend." Then, she whispers at his burning ear, "Not as I do to you."
"Or me to you." This time, he completes it confidently, a knowing beam in his lips.
Her eyes sparkle with the profound darkness that's normally called the sky. A star shines, reflected in the middle of her black pupil. A tear comes down her cheek, slowly after such a long privacy of love. He has promised himself he won't ever let anyone make her cry. But, this time, he lets her and cries with his beloved.
Two figures sobbing silently in the night.