Author's Note:
Hey guys. This is my first fanfic. I hope y'all like it. Im not even sure if I am uploading this quite right. Ron's POV. I will appreciate reviews very much.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns everything. Even Ron. (sniff sniff)
Winter is definitely closing in. Thought Ron as he looked outside the tent. The snow was falling and there wasn't a creature in sight. Food was more scarce than it was before. He looked over at Harry, then Hermione. Damn, she looks beautiful in the firelight. Her hair was curly and pretty as always but the fire was showing off her natural highlights, and her deep chocolate brown eyes. He wished he could tell her everything. About how she was the only one for him, always was and always will be. Apologise for all of those times he upset her. About how he would treat her like a queen and give her love like no other man could. But not now. No, Harry needed them now, and he didn't need to be feeling like he was losing his best friends to a bond that he wouldn't be apart of. They had semi-confessed at Bill and Fleur's wedding. That should be enough. But it isn't. Sometime he wished he could just pick her up, snog her senseless, and they'd go crashing down on one of the bunks and then he'd give her a nice shag... Woah... get your head out of the gutter right now Weasley. He figured physical attraction just came with the emotional love for her. He looked a bit more observant at her face. Flushed cheeks, watery/puffy/red eyes, a red nose. Not to mention the realization that she had been stifling sniffles and coughs since yesterday afternoon...could only mean one thing. She was getting sick. Sick with no medicine meant doom out here.
Instinct to take care of her kicked in. He always felt the need to take care of her. Last year at school, when she got an eye infection, she had refused to go to Madame Pomfrey. He practically dragged her there. She had this weird thing about stuff going near her eye. He put the drops in for her, and after that she trusted him. (A/N got that whole eye thing from another fanfic.) After the entire Lavender fiasco, they finally new what love was. They become closer than they ever were before. They'd walk down the halls arm and arm and finished each others sentences. They locked eyes something clicked so that from then on they were so in sync. Like their souls fit together. At Bill and Fleur's wedding, they cleared up what was going on between them, and agreed it was best to keep their distance for Harry's sake.
Just as he was about to ask if she needed anything (Hoping she would get better with a little tender, loving care.) such as a warm blanket or some tea...
ACHOOO! She also let out a couple little coughs after sneezing into her elbow, waking Harry from his doze.
"Sorry" said Hermione. She let out a weak chuckle. She started to rub her throat, as if it were sore.
