Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
I Met a Boy
I met a boy on Halloween, when I was lost, and he was drunk and it was dark and cold out when we left.
He had a mask over his face and I couldn't even make out the color of his eyes. His breath smelled like I knew Firewhiskey would taste but there was something about him that I couldn't ignore when he pulled on my hand and led me out of the castle that night.
It was as if the word 'no' didn't exist in my vocabulary anymore. And for some reason, it excited me.
My pulse jumped higher and higher the faster we went into the castle grounds. It was so dark I couldn't tell where we were going but secretly, I hoped it was somewhere that I would be able to his face before I kissed it.
And then, suddenly, my back was up against a wall and it hurt, but it was so good when his hips rolled up and against mine that I groaned, his mouth swallowing the garbled sound.
He tasted of whiskey and spearmint tooth paste, his tongue delicate and soft as it twisted with mine. These weren't the kisses of the all to eager Viktor Bon-Bon I had been used to; these were kisses that meant something, and I could feel it to my very toes.
A light flashed, laughter and voices suddenly breaking through the moment we had secretly created, and that was when I finally saw his eyes through the mask.
They were blue. A kind of blue you could only find when your toes where in the ocean's sand and the sun was just perfect over the water, making it crystallized and marvelous.
These were eyes I remembered, eyes I had looked into for years.
His lips touched mine once more, so soft I leaned into him when he pulled away.
"Hermione…"
He said my name like it was a precious jewel he coveted, but only in the dark where no one would know of his true feelings.
And then, he was gone.
To this day, I am not positive that it was my husband there that night or someone else; neither of us have ever brought it up. But I know it was him just as I know that that night was the beginning of the rest of our lives.
Together.
Author's Note: I was on Facebook when my hetero wife, Nina, posted the first line as her status. I asked her to use it and she agreed, telling me she wanted it to be a Ron and Hermione fic because she loved them. And I do to. I love this story. Feels epic. Reviews are love. This one's for Nina. -Delta