FanFiction 100
94. Independence
He had never been accustomed to being up this early. The sun had barely peeked its sleepy head over the moon. The sky was a shade of light blue. The alarm clock read 6:37. The calendar read May 2nd. Independence Day or so they had called it.It had been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts. He heaved a heavy sigh and looked to his right.
She was curled peacefully to his side, her hand clutching his worn Chudley Cannon's shirt. Today could've been the anniversary of their first kiss. If they could let it. He knew in a few short hours they would be dressed in black and on their way to Hogwarts for the memorial. He shut his eyes and let sleep take him to a happier place.
"Ron, wake up." He heard a voice whisper. "Ron, come on. Wake up." He wished he didn't have to. What a horrible day is was going to be. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes to be blinded by dazzling sunlight. She gave him a small, sad smile; as if she could read his thoughts. "Good morning." She said.
"'Morning." He said gruffly.
She reached out and entwined their fingers. Her own lightly brushed over his knuckles. "We've got to get up and shower." She told him nonchalantly. "I'll go first."
He watched their fingers untangled. His hand felt cold. He stretched a bit and looked out the window to see Pig idly sitting on the sill. It was a crime for this day to be filled with beauty. He closed his eyes again and listened to the stream of water coming from the bathroom. A small smile played on his lips when he heard her swear. She never could figure out the tap.
Soon enough the bathroom door opened and steam quickly escaped into their bedroom. He looked over to find her skin pink from the water.
"Have trouble with the shower again?" He teased.
"You know I hate that thing. I can never set it to the right temperature."
He watched her pad over to the closet. She turned around and caught his eye. "Come on, you. I'm not letting you watch me dress. Go."
He laughed and followed her instructions.
He nearly fell into the shower when his body felt the immense heat rush forward. "Ruddy tap…" He growled as he tried to calm the shower. He always said he would fix it. She always said she would fix it. They told each other they would fix it, but that meant actually doing something which was a thought they could not bear. Their little cottage was so perfect. He felt as though they were still in the "honeymoon stage."
He watched his skin flush as the water cascaded around him.
He frowned as he stood in front of the mirror wearing his best black robes. He wasn't exactly sure how his tie was supposed to go. He murmured a spell and the black material shot up and looped tightly around his neck. He wheezed over and pulled it loose.
She giggled and waved her own wand so that the tie slipped through a comfortable knot.
"I could've done that." He muttered as he straightened the tie. "Just need a bit of practice."
They ate breakfast in silence. He could tell she was dawdling. She was cleaning the dishes the Muggle way. She had always told him that the result of washing them that was better, but they both knew it was a lie.
Finally, the both stood together in the middle of the kitchen. He opened his mouth to say something, but words could not be formed. He wanted to tell her it was okay to cry, that it was okay to be scared and to feel pain. He wanted to say he felt it too, but he resided with saying, "You look nice."
She smiled and couldn't form her own coherent words. He extended his arm to her, she grabbed it tightly, and then the sensation of being sucked into a vacuum pulled her away from the kitchen.
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They landed right where they had begun. The basin of the sink shined in the silver moonlight. They wordlessly agreed to go to bed. The day had been exhausting. All the speeches, holding crying family members, and struggling against the past as it tried to envelope them.
Ron marveled at how the simple things could be so good. It felt amazing to take off his tight shoes and stiff robes.
They both crashed into bed with the promise that tomorrow would be better. The promise that they could slowly continue to rebuild.
Then all of the sudden he felt shock. He hadn't said today. He always said it and it came so naturally to him that he didn't have to think about it. A blush formed over his cheeks when he thought about the times he had struggled to say it. Now it was easy. It was a simple description, a fact.
"Hermione." He whispered. "I love you."
She turned over and looked a bit shock by his bluntness, but then realization spread across her face. He swore she could read his mind. She pulled him into a long, lingering kiss and uttered the same words. "I love you, Ron."
Ah yes, today was the anniversary of their first kiss. How good it was to have independence.
a/n: bam. Such a softie, I am. I'm usually not…or at least not in the presence of others. I'm not sure what you would call this "style." Just using he and she that is…I kinda wanted to reveal their identities at the end even though it's obviously who it is. Sorry for such a late update. I have finals next week *cries* I know everyone uses the excuse, "I was busy with school." But I mean it this time. I'm trying to write an essay right now. If only the assignment was to write an essay about Harry Potter. Review PLEASE. Suggest some prompts…thank ya
