Author's Note: Written on a whim. No HBP spoilers are below. Thank you for the read and possible review. Yes, this is RHr. Slightly odd could be considered angst. One shot.
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot is mine.
Dusty Red Wine
The red wine sat in a corner of the cabinet.
Gathering dust.
It was waiting to be opened.
Possibly for a celebration.
Lately it seemed that there would be no more happy things.
Since Harry died.
He had defeated Voldemort.
And he lost his life in the process.
Outside the cabinet at a table sat two friends.
Talking about recent things.
They hadn't seen each other in a long time.
"How's life?"asked the man with fire red hair.
The woman with the frizzy mess of hair replied, "Good I suppose."
Neither of them wanted to admit it.
But they both missed their lost friend with the messy black hair.
"Its been a while," said the man.
"I suppose it has," murmured the woman.
"You still miss him too, right?"
"I do."
"But we still have each other right?"
"I don't know anymore."
"I heard of you career success."
"I'm glad you've kept up. How're the Chudley Cannons?"
"It's my dream job. Is McGonagall still as strict as ever?"
A light laugh sounded from her lips.
"I guess you can say that, but really once you get to know her she is an old dear."
"Why is it that sounds odd?"
"I don't know, maybe you're hearing things."
"Hermione, I still love you."
"I love you too, Ron."
His hand reached from across the table and gently held her hand.
"I'm glad."
"Ron, while your over, would you like some red wine?"