Reflections of love –
I
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Ron looked at his wife, Hermione. The rain fell steadily onto their tin roof, making a pitter-patter sound as it fell. It was a Sunday morning, nothing to do except stay in bed, and read and eat. Ron squeezed Hermione tight, and smiled at her. She smiled back, with a look of adoration in her eyes. In this moment, Ron remembered every important moment with Hermione. Their wedding, surrounded by family and friends. The births of their two children: Rose and Hugo. Every Christmas, Easter and Halloween. And all the little moments in between those ones. The everyday laughs, tears, kisses and joy.
Looking into Hermione's eyes, Ron could see their daughter's eyes. The brilliant intelligence of his wife. The blazing integrity, the workings of her brain with new ideas. Hermione was all that Ron needed, wanted. Ron knew that when he was with Hermione, he was in heaven. While it wasn't perfect, sometimes it was so close it scared him. He felt as though he should knock on wood, to ward off bad luck, for he and Hermione had had more than their fair share of good luck. Ron remembered when he was a small child, one of seven, barely noticed by his parents. Oh, they loved all their children the same, that wasn't the problem. It was just hard to stand out in crowd, when everyone in the crowd is a redhead. Ron used to wish for someone to want him and him alone. When he was at Hogwarts, he had to compete with the other boys, including his best friend, Harry. Finally now, Ron knew that Hermione only wanted him. When they were alone in the dark, it wasn't Harry she was dreaming of, it was Ron.
Hermione did not believe in fate and all that normally. She considered that rubbish. However, sometimes, some moments with Ron felt like it was meant to be. That everything in the universe had come together to bring her and Ron together. As a small child, raised in the muggle world, Hermione had watched movies like "Sleeping Beauty" and "Cinderella", and in these movies, there was always a Prince Charming. Hermione had spent much of her nap time as a child dreaming of a Prince Charming to come and rescue her. However, little did she know that her own Prince Charming would be a wizard, a redhead with freckles. Nonetheless, her dreams had been answered, even if sometimes she had to do the rescuing! Now, lying here with Ron, a stolen moment away form their children, she knew that all this was meant to be. Maybe textbooks couldn't answer everything. Some things were in the heart, not in the head.
As Ron softly kissed his wife, his heart pounded as adrenaline race through his blood. It was amazing that after all these years; he could still feel this way about Hermione. That he could still kiss her as if it was their first. That he could still love her as if there was no tomorrow, yesterday or today. Time barely touched them as they passed through their love. Hermione felt as though she had been stolen of air to breathe, her heart still pounded after all these years. She knew that she and Ron were soul mates. As they began to kiss, lovingly, soon, they heard voices calling out for them.
"Mum? Mum?!" Rose yelled from downstairs. Hermione sighed. Then looked at Ron and said "I guess we'll have to continue this tonight then." Ron smiled, thinking of It, saying "I look forward to it then!"
They both got up, kissed once more, before they went to their children, soothing hurts and tears. As they soothed their babies, Ron and Hermione's eyes met, and in that look, passed all that could never be expressed in things as clumsy as words. All they knew sometimes, even if they knew nothing else on this earth, was that they belonged together.