Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction, and I'm pretty excited about putting it up here. It's a dramione fanfiction, because I love them, so if you don't like dramione then don't read it. I hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to please please review as it means that I can improve for you guys in the future, okay? Thank you so much! Enjoy (:
She closed her eyes, feeling his hot breath brush her lips gently before he pushed his own lips against them. Before he would have liked, she pulled away, opening her eyes and looking at him closely. His red hair wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. His blue eyes were cute, her favourite colour, yet they didn't grasp her anymore. She sighed as he stroked her cheek with his hand. He looked content, being with her. He didn't seem to feel any different to how he had done three years ago. She knew, though, that she did. Of course she still loved him, but it wasn't that deep, passionate love that she had done before. It felt platonic almost; a bit like kissing your older brother, which made you feel strange when you did it. He leant in again, almost squashing her with his stocky frame. She put a hand on his chest, stopping him from reaching, and he took a step back, looking at her quizzically. She sighed again, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Ron." She began gently, holding his gaze. He dropped his eyes, avoiding her words. He'd known it was coming, maybe for a few weeks now. He just wanted to go on like this.
"I know Mione." He whispered glancing at her face quickly and seeing her eyes fill with tears.
"Ron, we can't do this to ourselves anymore." She said, noticing the twinge in his voice. He didn't want it to end.
"Mione." He gulped, grasping for straws, anything that said they should stay the way they were. She reached out and lifted his chin just slightly; enough so that she could look comfortably in his eyes.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, we are having this talk whether you want to or not." She stated, firmly but gently, eliciting a small smile from her boyfriend. She sighed for the third time, holding his face in line with hers. "Can you honestly tell me that you still feel the same way about me?" she asked, nervously awaiting the answer.
"Yes." He replied, his voice shaking with unprecedented rage. Hermione took a step back, as if to protect herself from the quiet anger in his voice. "For Merlin's sake Mione, I never stopped loving you."
"Ronald." She said, keeping her voice level. "I never stopped loving you either. But not like I used to." She admitted, dropping her gaze to the floor. "You're like a brother to me, Ron. I just can't get over that fact." She lifted her head to see Ron's face. His eyes were closed, shutting out the light and the pain. She could hear him breathing, trying to work through, thinking of what to say next. She let him mull it over, a few minutes of silence was worth the pain she thought he must be feeling right now.
"I can't believe we let it get this far." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Hermione's waist. She hugged him, a few tears falling from her closed eyes. Ron buried his face in her bushy hair, as if taking refuge from the great tear in his heart. Hermione opened her eyes to look around the small flat that she and Ron shared. They'd bought it last year, and it had never really felt like home. She closed her eyes again, willing the tears to stop, but they kept on falling. She didn't know if she was ready to give up her security, but she knew she couldn't stay living like this. She felt Ron move his face closer to hers, nuzzling her neck in the process. He kissed her neck gently, and moved his hands into her hair, running his fingers over her scalp. Hermione took a step back, leaving Ron holding air.
"Ron." She sighed, "I just broke up with you. What are you doing?" she quizzed him, a confused look on her face. Ron stared back at her amazed. She meant it? She…really meant it. He looked at the floor, tears in his eyes.
"I…Mione, I'm sorry. I…Can you just go? Please?" he whispered, sinking to the floor, his head in his hands. Hermione stepped over to the door, grabbing her coat on the way there. She slipped her shoes on, and looked at Ron's hunched figure shaking softly on the floor. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as she opened the door. "I'll come back later and get my things." She said, shutting the door gently behind her. She stood outside the apartment for a few minutes, letting the events sink in. Pulling out her cell phone she dialled Harry's number. Ron needed his best friend right now.
Sorry this first one is so short, it's sort of just a background and to tie up the loose ends between Hermione and Ron. Once again, please review, it would mean a lot to me! Thank you so much you wonderful people! Hopefully the next chapter will be out soon (as I have nothing else to do), so you shouldn't have to wait too long. Thanks again for reading! (: