Disclaimer: I obviously dont own Harry Potter, nuff' said. :)
The rain was falling really hard that day but even in the rain his hair shone particularly brightly. I heard the winds whisper around me, the trees rustling impatiently. "Lumos." I muttered before I walked towards him. My footsteps were barely audible in the pouring rain. What on Earth was Ron doing? The winds started to whip up my robes and I felt extremely thankful that it was dark out.
He finally turned his faced towards me, his red hair plastered on his face. The blue orbs that I so long loved watery. He was kneeling next to a black tomb. It was Fred's tomb. "Hi Hermione." He tried his best to smile at me but it turned into a weak grin.
"You really miss him don't you?" I asked my voice, a quiet whisper in the dark.
"Yeah." He replied gruffly his gaze falling on Fred's tomb again. "He was like my best friend. It's not fair." I sat next to him on the ground and looked at him.
"Ron, I miss him too. Nothing's fair in life. Just look at Neville's parents!" I bit my lip; maybe what I said was a little too harsh. But if it was the somewhat verbal slap I gave him never showed on his face. That was exactly what I loved about Ron. But name one thing I didn't like about him. In our sixth year I nearly died when he went out with Lavender. I retaliated by acting like a stuck up smarty pants and tried to get him jealous. If I had Rita Skeeter's number at the time I would have gave her a call and beg her to write an article about a love affair between me and Harry. Me and Harry, ew. I think I just puked in my mouth a little.
"Hermione?" his voice startled me; I jumped out of my thoughts about Ron. He pulled me a little closer then handed me his cloak. I took it and put it over my head, just noticing the rain. "Why are you out here in the rain? You'll get sick and then d-di…" I blushed, I felt dryer under the cloak and I breathed in his scent (A/N- whooaa getting a little twilight there!) it was intoxicating. "C'mon we better get somewhere dryer, before you develop a fever." When did my Ron start talking like an intelligent English man? Normally he was just an underclass boy that barely passed school. It was pretty much common knowledge that I practically allowed him to copy off everything.
"O-okay…." My voice drifted off into nothingness as he took my hand and we headed over to a little over hang. The rain cascaded off it and it was beautiful to watch. We sat down together our knees touching. I felt the heat of the moment creep up my face. I didn't even want to know what Ron's face looked like. Then Ron did the unexpected and put his arm around me. I blushed even harder at the gesture of affection.
"You look really pretty right now you know that?" he whispered in my ear. My cheeks burned, I looked away and thought that he was just being kind. I didn't look the least bit pretty. My hair was all wild and curly from the rain, and now that it was drying the frizz was unbearable. I wore a simple navy blue robe that had lace detailing spots here and there. My shoes were sensible, flat black Mary Jane's that didn't even have a heel. Now with Ron's cloak draped over me I looked like a vampire.
"Er, thanks….you do too." He stared at me slightly amused, "I mean look handsome, not pretty." God why did I have to lose control of my brain around him? The
rain had finally stopped pouring and the sun was shining through. A rainbow decorated the sky. "I really like this spot." I said trying to make conversation.
He looked at me really seriously and into my muddy brown eyes. "Hermione, I like you." He pulled me close and held me there, his eyes still staring into mine. "I love you." My mouth was opened, I couldn't say anything.
"Ron, I love you too." I managed to choke out my eyes swimming with tears. "I always have." Could this really happen? Could a best friend become something more? He must have thought the same thing because he didn't waste the moment and pressed his lips to mine. May this moment never stop….