and I'm worried you'll forget about me
Here I am and I'll take my time
Here I am and I'll wait in line always, always
Parachutes by Coldplay
It isn't quiet enough. Ron listens to the voices murmuring over the door and shudders at not knowing what's happening in there. The living room is dark, something that could easily be changed with just the lighting of a candle, but he doesn't bother. He finds himself too consumed with the unknown happenings on the other side of the door to care about his own state.
They'd been in there for too long. Krum had paid an unexpected visit earlier this evening to Number Four Grimmauld Place, the threshold where Harry, Ron, and Hermione currently resided a year after the battle at Hogwarts. Ron had answered the door, thinking it would be Neville, whom had said he would drop off some fresh vegetables from his garden – he lived nearby – but in fact, it was the last person Ron ever expected to see again.
He asked to speak to Hermione, Ron reluctantly allowed him inside before going to find her.
"You don't have to speak to him." he proposed to her in a strained voice as he followed closely behind her.
"It'll only be a second." she responded quickly before smiling at the sight of Victor.
The two of them had gone into the kitchen for a private chat, an idea Ron wasn't at all fond of. Harry was already in bed, not at all worried about Hermione and Victor. He was pouting over the fact that he couldn't see Ginny, because he wasn't allowed into Hogwarts to see her throughout school hours. Ron could care less about it.
A moment later, the voices stopped, and the doorknob turned. Victor's face was unreadable, except for when he curtly nodded at Ron before muttering a quick good-bye and finding his own way out of the house. Ron stood, expectantly waiting for Hermione to walk through as well.
Her head was turned down at her feet before she looked forward, "You're still up?"
Ron looks surprised, "Did you think I would leave you and Krum there, alone?"
She smiles gently, walking to him and letting her head fall into his chest, "Not really."
He wraps his arms around her waist, feeling the curvature in the small of her back, "I don't trust him, never have."
She giggles into his shirt, propping her chin upon his chest to look up at him. "I don't see why."
His eyes narrow, "He thinks he can take you away from me."
Her arms slither around his neck, "What are the chances of that happening?"
He seems worried for a moment, and she arches her body against his, "I don't know." Even after nearly a year of being together, he still feels like she's too good for him.
"Don't be thick, Ron."
His eyes widen, "What?"
She nuzzles his chest, "Nonexistent… the chances of that happening are…nonexistent."
A/N: Short dabble, nothing out of the ordinary, but with all of the Deathly Hallows trailers I've been watching, I sort of love these two.
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