A/N – I haven't been writing recently due to college work, but I was watching a Ron and Hermione video by dazzleme7 to the song Stay by Hurts, and this sort of jumped into my head. Certainly not my best, a little repetitive in places so I hope you'll forgive me :)
Very short, but i didnt want to bore you, but comments are very much appreciated!
Looking at him, she could see it all. Their first meeting on the Hogwarts express, his annoyance at what house she was sorted into. The shy girl with bushy brown hair, crying in the toilets after his teasing, their constant bickering and avoidance of feelings. Making each other jealous, the petty arguments to cover up the flirting. The young lady in a blue ball gown arguing with the redhead and not speaking to him for weeks afterwards. Having to watch him fight and worry for his safety. Watching him kiss another, seeming not to care for her. Watching him walk away, thinking she loved another. She could hear him moan her name when he was ill, and shout her name as she screamed in pain. Their first kiss, the sudden realisation that this might be the end of the road for them. All the repressed emotion coming to the surface, flowing between them in that one kiss, both finally admitting to the feelings they'd been hiding for years.
She saw them as they were now. Together, face to face, gazing into each other's eyes, filled with the curiosity and nervous excitement that comes with a new relationship. The butterflies she got in her tummy whenever he gave her that lop-sided smile. How he would wrap his arm around her waist whenever she was close enough and how fiercely protective of her he was, not daring to believe that they had survived, with the thought that he could lose her in the back of his mind. She saw how her hand fit perfectly in his as they walked together.
She could see all that was to come, the same girl, transformed from a bushy haired child into a woman, dressed in white with a ring on her finger. Their first dance as man and wife. She saw him smiling proudly, holding a small bundle with a tuft of curly red hair. Their child, a red bushy haired girl bossing her younger, equally redheaded, brother around. She could see the same man and woman, both with grey peppered in their hair, chasing grandchildren around a large garden, laugh lines forming around their eyes. And finally the same couple, much older now, sat together on the love seat, staring up at the stars, content in each other's arms.
She could see it all when she looked at him. All they'd been, all they were, and all they could be. Every hidden glance, every touch, every kiss. And looking into his eyes, she could see that he saw it too.