Raindrops slid down the window and gathered in a pool at the bottom. Tears slid silently down her eyes staining her face, they however, never to form a pool. Her hand gently but swiftly brushed them off, removing the evidence. Why was she crying? If she knew she would have gladly enlightened you. However, she didn't know and therefore neither do we.
A slight breeze removed the raindrops that had absorbed her attention, she looked up and he was leaning on her doorframe a worried expression overshadowing his usual brightness. She didn't meet his eyes, and quickly tried to brush away the last of the evidence. He walked towards her and she briskly stood to prove that she was fine. He knew better, he slowly pulled her towards him and his hands encircled her waist and her hands found his chest, as did her head. She took a deep breath and his smell intoxicated her. He smiled completely absorbed in that scent of flowers and books.
After a few minutes he finally spoke "what's wrong?"
"I don't know, nothing I suppose."
"Then why the tears?"
"I don't know."
"That's not possible" he chuckled.
She let a small smile escape "it's all so different."
"I thought we thrived on different."
"No, I thrive on goals, on a destination, on a purpose."
"Have you lost that?"
"Yes, it's over now and I am happy, but what now?"
"Now, our lives."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
She let out another sigh and he smiled, she would be okay. They would all be okay, their lives had changed, but they knew it was for the better. They had spent their lives living from moment to moment with a clear goal, especially the last year. There had been no chance to dwell on the future, but now with all the free time they had, the future loomed before them like a rain cloud.
"Hermione" a voice called from downstairs.
She knew she had to go he was waiting. Ron didn't let go, he also knew he was waiting.
They stood transfixed, until they heard footsteps on the stairs. Slowly she pulled away and he hesitantly let her go, for the last time he thought to himself.
"I have to go," she whispered.
"I know" he replied.
She walked her door and found him waiting at the foot of the stairs, she smiled and he took her hand.
Ron stood staring at the window, at the raindrops that slid down into the pool waiting for them. It had seemed so simple, she had kissed him and he had been surprised but thrilled. Now he stood in her empty room, while she was off with someone else. It was his fault and he knew that, it hurt more to know that he had pushed her away. After several minutes he finally came back to the present, and his sister was looking at him curiously.
"She will be back."
"I know Ginny," he answered, knowing he would be the pool, waiting for her. After all, she had waited for him; it was only fair that he would as well.