Hello to you my readers….This is something I created from my own heart, on the night of my first kiss….I chose to upload it as a tribute to a pairing I love. So here you go. Please Note this was before Ron x Lavender in Half-Blood
Ron scratched his ear with the fluffy end of his quill. He wanted to write something to Hermione.
He was too much of a coward to say it, or at least that's what he thought. He was more afraid of letting that slime ball Mclaggan get his sticky mitts on Hermione.
But Ron knew what he felt for Hermione was real, not just some little jealous hissy fit, or hormone driven lust. It was love…
He thought long and hard about this, he wanted everything to be perfect, even if it was going to be written in his messy scrawl.
He put the tip of the quill to the black parchment, and in doing so left a large blob of black ink on the paper. He huffed and swore mildly at the quill, then dabbed at the blob of ink with the sleeve of his jumper in an effort to remove it. Once most of the excess ink had been removed it didn't look so bad. Ron took the edge of the quill and began to write again.
Dear Hermione,
We've spent the last 6 years together. And well...Oh bloody hell! Even on parchment, I can't talk to you without panicking. Look, when you're around me, I feel like there's nothing else there but us.
I see beauty everywhere I look where you are. Yes, even Crabbe and Goyle, but let's not get carried away.
When you're gone…It's like millions of Dementors are kissing me at once. But then, all I need to do is think of your beautiful mane, your soft brown eyes or your silky voice…and I'm free. I'm alive, I feel a belectricy running through my body.
At this moment he paused and thought 'that is the term for Muggle power isn't it?' He soon disregarded this thought and continued to write
You are the Rose without a Thorn,
You are the breath in my lungs,
You are the beat of my heart,
You are…Hermione
All my love…Ronald x
He sighed and lifted the parchment. He began to read what he had just written…For the first time that night he spoke aloud
"Bloody hell! It's cheesier than a slab of stilton…But it'll have to do"
Ron rolled the parchment and tied it with an orange ribbon, although, it ended up more like a knot than a bow.
He shuffled over to the stairway of the Girl's Dormitory and shouted for Hermione. Eventually she sprinted to the bottom of the stairs panic stricken.
"What! What's wrong? Is someone dead?" she squeaked.
"No..No! Merlin NO! Or at least I hope not" said Ron, trying to calm Hermione.
He beat his chest and growled about how he shouldn't panic her like that.
In reply he simply handed her the scroll he had written. She went to untie the knotted ribbon, but Ron grabbed her hand.
"No wait until you're upstairs. Read it alone…" Ron's voice was sincere and stern. This new found harshness in Ron's voice scared Hermione, but it was genuine. She looked into his blue eyes…and saw fear, purely fear. Not the kind where a child is caught sneaking a biscuit or wrestling with their brother. But almost a deathly fear…
She merely nodded and walked up the stairs again, clutching the scroll in her porcelain hand.
Once she got to the top of the stair case, and out of Ron's sight, she practically sprinted to her bed and drew the curtains.
She slid the orange ribbon away and unravelled the parchment. She began to read noticing the many blobs and blotches of ink. She smiled and continued reading.
As she took in what had been written she felt her heart swell, her heart slowing and tears well in her eyes.
She re-read the last paragraph over and over again:
You are the Rose without a Thorn,
You are the breath in my lungs,
You are the beat of my heart,
You are…Hermione
All my love…Ronald x
She smiled, and felt tears roll down her flushed cheeks. It was from that moment on, she knew that Ron was more than just a friend…
Well what did you think? Leave a review. I'm gonna leave this as complete for now. But I may make this a series of 'Just a note to say…'