A/n I love Mandy Moore's version of the song umbrella it so meaningful and it inspired me to write this one-shot. Know I don't own any of the characters. They belong to j.k rowling.
The crystal clear droplets of water pattered against the window of the burrow, the night the war
had ended against Voldemort. That was the only distinct sound I had heard come from the weasley's house
other than the screaming and mourning of their lost loved ones. Especially their son and brother Fred. But I
couldn't think of anything but his kiss. Earlier we had an argument I told him that I would be leaving for
Australia in a few days, and that it might take me a while to get my parents to know who I am. His response
was not what I expected I expected him to say something about it, instead he went out there. As I look out
of the crystallized window pane to a glimpse of red hair, I feel so apart from him. I need him, I want him,
but instinct is telling me to go to him, but my head is telling me that he needs to be alone. What am I
supposed to do I will run to him I will tell him that everything will be okay, and he will always have me. But
what if he doesn't want me. What if that kiss meant nothing to him, and meant everything to me. My feet are
pacing back and forth, and my instinct is to walk out the door. I follow it. I am holding an umbrella in my h
hands the rain is hitting it hard like a punching bag. The cold is nipping at my nose, and as I breathe, I can
see my own oxygen. He stands in front of me with his back towards me. His Red hair is like a wet mop, and
the rain drops are dripping down his pale skin. I open my mouth to speak, but he has already heard me.
" Hermione." He says so endearingly.
I don't answer but he knows I'm there. He turns around and stares me straight in the eyes, his eyes are red
and puffy and the rain is dripping off his long nose. Or perhaps they are teardrops. I walk up to him but he
stops me by placing his, large hands on my shoulders. His lips are a deep crimson and he is shivering.
"Ron your shivering." I say. I want to run into his arms and place mine around his. It's now raining more
than ever, "I know your sad, you've lost one thing that you can never get back. But…"
"NO Hermione you don't understand …. Not only have I lost my brother but I will lose you too, and
everyone , this is not over, I feel like I have already lost you and your leaving tomorrow to Australia, how
am I supposed to know that you will come back."
This took me by surprise, the hours I spent upstairs watching him down here over what I thought was his
brother, well he was actually mourning over me.
" You haven't lost me, your everything to me, I'll be here forever, and ever, I'll come back." The umbrella I
was holding was now covering the both of us as he wrapped his arms around mine and our bodies were
entwining creating an instant heat. I held my head against his chest. He wraps his hands in my hair. I will
wait for him to linger his lips on mine. But he doesn't he holds me and we start to sway to the clattering
music the rain makes. I smile and start to hum a memorable tune. He knows it too and hums with me. It's
rare to hear Ronald Weasley sing in any sort of way. I now can feel his hot breath in my ear. As he whispers
"I want you." into my ears. His lips are now inches away from my mouth, and my breathing is now deep.
His lips are full on mine and his hand is now caressing my cheek. We tangle our tongues together and his
fingertips are now caressing my torso, we are gasping for air we can taste the rain on our lips. The sexual
tension between us was inviting and we both knew where this would lead to next.
