Alas, I own but nought. Woe is me.
She wandered through the barley. Her deep brown eyes closed and her hands outstretched so she could touch every one of the golden stalks she passed.
She was a vision. Her thick hair caught up in a loose bun with a few unruly tendrils framing her porcelain face. The simple dress she wore complimented her body perfectly and the red-haired man's breath caught in his throat as he watched her.
The setting sun cast it's light upon her, making the barley she was surrounded by shine even more golden. She looked like an angel and he thought that even that great star, in all its glory, must be jealous of her radiance.
A west wind danced about her, teasing the hem of her dress and blowing wavy pieces of hair into her face.
She laughed: the most beautiful sound in the world, and opened her intelligent eyes to see her love standing a little ways-a-way.
She ran to him, falling into his arms and letting her long curls come out of their bonds.
Together they walked for what seemed like eternity, until the full moon was high in the velvet sky. And wanting nothing more than to rest in the others arms, they lay down upon the soft stalks and fell asleep.
Hermione opened her eyes: no less intelligent than they had been then, but much more wise and holding so much more sorrow.
She looked across to the fields of barley, where children were running in the setting sun accompanied by a west wind.
And there she sat; thinking of promises made and promises broken.
And of days spent walking in fields of gold.
I do apologise for the sheer amount of sickeningly sweet fluff in this here fic. It's just that I heard "Fields of Gold" by Eva Cassidy and immediately fell in love with it so I had to write a story about it and I hadn't put anything on fanfic yet, so I'm like meh, whatever, I might as well make it a Hermione/Ron oneshot AU…
And I was rambling.
In a very long sentence.
Sorry. XD