It was days like this that were the hardest for Hermione the crisp fall breeze blowing through her thick curls, bringing a chill through her body. Making her grip her hot coffee tighter bringing it to her lips for another sip, the air smelt of leaves as they lay on the ground waiting to be crunched by the next step. This was truly Hermione's favorite time of year, or at least it used to be. Recently it had been reminding her so much of her past in which she was trying so hard to forget. She looked out at Hogsmeade all she saw were Hogwarts students crawling the streets, if she had known today was a visiting day she would've never came.
Across the way at a chocolate shop she watched a rather curly haired girl talk to a tall gangly blonde boy who seemed rather shy. Hermione could tell just by the way this boy looked at his girl that she was his world, whether she knew it or not. Her heart ached as memories of her Hogwarts years flashed back; she couldn't help but stare at this pair. The girl was rather pretty; by her demeanor she probably didn't even realize it yet. She looked through the chocolates while he looked her, she turned her head to tell him something and he quickly turned his attention to the chocolates in order to not get caught. She was clueless. She then walked to register the boy trailing behind taking in her every move. They sat at bench nearby as she ate her chocolates; they sat and joked as the boy mocked her curly in which Hermione assumed he probably loved. She seemed offended but Hermione knew she was just faking. The girl playfully hit him in the arm just a touch from her made the boy's face turn a slight shade of red. Two girls approached them and began talking to the young boy. And then Hermione finally saw it the girl was looking at the boy as he did to her, as jealously washed over her body as she eyed the girls who were talking to him. By his facial expression you could tell they weren't his favorite but he was simply being polite. Once the girls left them the girl quickly regained herself not letting on any hint of jealousy. There was a slightly awkwardness between them for a couple moments until the boy made what seemed to be joked as the girl laughed. Hermione took a deep breath getting up from her seat she couldn't keep watching this anymore, it had been reminded her too much of Ron and herself.
As she walked the streets she couldn't help but wonder if that was the way Ron looked at her when she wasn't looking. If he stole glances and studied her every move as if she was the best creature that walked this earth. Was it truly that painfully obvious and she never realized? Though it wasn't just her to blame she had been just as obvious with her glances. She sighed; she knew none of that mattered anymore. Her and Ron weren't together anymore he was now simply a memory of her past. She shuffled her feet as walked down the street before eventually reaching a spot she felt comfortable apparating home.
She lives in a small house, right outside the city it wasn't anything special but it was good enough for Hermione. Once she got home she pulled off her thick scarf throwing aside, as she plopped herself on to the couch letting out a loud sigh. She hated how this time of year made her like this; a time she used to love so much now she could never enjoy. Though she didn't want to be completely cynical, she believed one day she'd be able too again. Unfortunately this year wasn't her year, like she hoped. It had been two years, two long years, two years in which she thought she would be in totally different place in her life. But she wasn't. In fact she wasn't in any place she wanted to be. Her weekends mostly consisted of her going out for some coffee, wandering the streets do some window shopping, and then coming home to her cat and simply lying on the couch with a book for the rest of the day. It wasn't a very exciting life she led recently, it was actually rather depressing.
It was days like this that Ron lived for getting home from a long week out in the field. This week was especially trying because he was out for fifteen days this time, on account that it had been a rather complicated case. He opened his door throwing all his things on the floor not caring to put them away right now. He wandered over to the fridge where a six pack of beer waited for him with a note that read "for my hard working man" Ron's lips curled up as he broke into a smile grabbing a beer. He walked out his back door on to his favorite part of the house; his deck. He stood their taking in the crisp fall air; he sat in his favorite wicker chair. His yard covered with colorful leaves, the grass barley existent now, and the mountains in the distance a now a skyline of color reflecting off the lake. Ron still couldn't believe he lived here, he had recently moved here about a year ago, he got a great deal on the price and he just couldn't say no. It was a bit of a fixer upper but Ron didn't care the wear of the house is what makes it what it is. "Old charming" is what he liked to call it, sure the deck creaks every time someone over eighty pounds steps on it, and sure the decor isn't exactly up to date but Ron didn't mind. In a way it reminded him of the Borrow, which was probably why he loved it so much.
It was getting to be Ron's favorite time of day, when the sunset. Another reason he loved his house was because he the view of the sunset was absolutely breath taking. It was like a watercolor painting unfolding before his eyes every night, the sky turning different colors of reds, yellows, and pinks the lake reflecting it's picture. Ron at first was wary of moving so far away from his family but now he absolutely loved it. Ireland had been a great choice. He got up walking down through the crunching leaves to the edge of the lake; he picked up a rock with his free hand skipping it out onto the lake.
He thought back to when he and Harry would have contests to who could skip the farthest. Ron always won, mostly because harry barley knew how to skip a rock. He remembered one summer when Hermione was staying with them he had challenged Ron to a rock skipping contest, he accepted immediately knowing it was an easy win. Considering out of everyone in his family he could skip rocks the best, it was his prized accomplishment. Once they got down the lake Hermione whipped back her arm skipping a rock further than Ron ever thought was possible, she turned back to him with a smirk "you're turn" she said with sass as if she already knew she won. Ron let out a small laugh; he had tried so hard that too skip a rock that day he actually ended up falling into the pond. His heart sank slightly at the thought of Hermione, his smile slowly fading away until he was pulled from his thoughts by a loud bark. Ron quickly turned around to see his dog barreling down the back yard charging full force at him.
"Tucker!" Ron yelled as the German Shepard mix jumped up on him licking his face with excitement.
"Hey boy! I missed you too!" Ron said to the dog as he pet him.
"He wasn't the only one" a woman called making her way down to the backyard, she had strawberry blonde hair that was just past her shoulders parted down the middle with a slight wave, her eyes were a piercing green. She stood at about 5'9 rather complementing to Ron, with curves in all the right places. She smiled wide at Ron as she finally reached him he brought her into a big hug lifting her off the ground. She squealed in excitement, once he put her down she grabbed his face pulling him into a passionate kiss.
"I missed you" she said against his lips.
"I missed you too" Ron replied, she smiled against his lips as Ron brought his hands to her ass. She then responded with slipping her hand to his jeans unbuttoning them.
"Let's take this inside" she muttered against him before pulling away and dragging him by the front of his pants, even though he wasn't even protesting. It was days like this that Ron loved.
A/N I hope you all liked this chapter! I'm really excited about the story so give me your feedback and let me know what you think and I'll be forever grateful!