I know, I know, it's been done a thousand times, but it's one of the earliest mentionings of Ron and Hermione acknowledging each other's feelings in the books, and I love it so much :) Short but hopefully sweet, enjoy!
It starts with a bad dream.
Waking up, t-shirt clinging to his body with sweat.
Looking around, relief at seeing the others are still there. They are safe, for the moment.
She makes a noise. He jerks his head round, sees her roll over in her sleep.
Roll over to face him.
Her arm falls over the sofa edge as she turns, and he stares at her hand.
It's just lying there, inches from his own.
He tries to pluck up the courage to take it, to hold it in his as he sleeps.
He's about to move his hand, when he becomes aware of a pair of eyes watching him.
They look at each other for what seems like forever, and then her mouth moves.
'Hold my hand. Please.'
It's a whisper, barely audible, but to him it has the volume of a thousand voices shouting.
Slowly, he inches his hand across the carpet, and their fingertips touch. Both of them tense. Then, just as slowly, she begins to move her hand too, until their palms lie facing each other. He tightens his grip a little, and she does the same until they are interlocked.
Her hand is warm.
They look at each other again, then rest their heads back on their pillows.
And together they fall asleep.
Holding hands.
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