The rain was what awoke Hermione Granger on that dull, dreary, Monday morning. She had been having a rather unpleasant dream, about Ron, most of her dreams these days were about Ron, she tried to forget about him, but she couldn't, for once in her life, she wasn't in control, and that, made her want to pull her own bushy brown hair right out her own head.
Hermione knew she should forget about him, and she'd been trying, hard. She'd gone on numerous dates, which should have gone well, but she found herself talking about Ron the whole time, something she knew was completely inappropriate, but you never do forget your first love, not really. They're always there in the back your head, and you compare everyone else to them.
She knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, she never was once she was woken up, sometimes, it would be useful, she'd get work done, clean up a little, but today was not one of those days. She made her way toward the kitch, her flat was small, so it wasn't too long of a walk,Hermione wasn't exactly sure what she wanted in the kitchen, but tea was always a good choice, so she made her way toward the kettle, flicked the switch and waited for it to boil. Hermione didn't like to use magic, not after the battle. She only used it when she really needed to. It just didn't seem right, it brought back too many memories.
She did miss doing magic, it was something she used to enjoy, but it didn't feel right, not without Ron by her side, complimenting her skills, he always used to make her blush when he did that, he had that impact on her, which she hated. She loved being independent, but with Ron..she just became this vulnerable girl she hardly recognized. He changed her.
Hermione - completely forgetting about the tea - went back to loose herself in a good book. She planned on spending the day reading this book, reading usually cheered her up, nine times out of ten, it made her forget about her troubles, and worry about the person in the book, - she found that fascinating, being able to care so much for a character- the book was much more interesting than her current life, though it felt like she was in a sad romance story, though she knew nothing romantic was going on in her life.
Hermione missed Ron more than words could describe, she knew she ought to tell him that, but she couldn't, she didn't know where he was for a start, but she didn't have the courage. She knew that sounded pathetic, considering she fought in the battle of Hogwarts. They had broken up for a reason, a good one at that. They'd both agreed that was the best thing to do. They wanted different things.
Hermione was terrified at the time, she didn't want kids to grow up in the world she did, but naturally Ron did, to be fair, it was the only world he knew. But when Hermione thought about it, really thought about it, she wouldn't mind her kids growing up in the world she had. The world was a better place now, much safer than it had been, if only she'd realized that at the time.
The rain seemed to get louder, perfect for the man who was walking up the path to Hermione's house. He was wearing a maroon jumper, with the letter R imprinted on the front, it stretched over his chest, he was clearly growing out of it. If you passed him on the street you'd think nothing of him, except that he was crazy for not having an umbrella, but if you stopped, and studied his face, you'd know he was nervous, so nervous in fact that he was sweating, even in this weather.
Ron hadn't seen Hermione for months, he'd been staying in Shell Cottage, trying to decide what to do. He still hadn't decided, not really, there wasn't anything to say. They'd said it all during the fight. Too much if you ask me. The rain beat down upon his ginger hair, making it drip onto his nose. He was hoping Hermione's house was heated, if she let him in, that is.
Ron took a deep breath, lifted his arm, and knocked on the door. He was praying no one would answer, he was just so unprepared. He felt as if he might cry when he saw her, which would be stupid, considering they were supposed to be friends, and least thats what they decided. But they hadn't talked since they'd broken up, a casual Hi while passing each other in diagon alley, but nothing major. He could hear footsteps on the stairs, another deep breath, the door unlocked, another deep breath, the door opened, and he was breathless.
The girl, or rather woman, who stood before him was flawless. She looked almost as shocked as he did. He smiled, trying to seem as calm as possible, and because he felt it he said more than he should she would hear his voice cracking he simply said, "Hi."