Starcalling
The stars were shining brightly in the pitch-black night, lighting up the grounds of Hogwarts. Hermione Granger leaned out of the window and closed her eyes, letting the breeze rustle her hair and blow softly against her cheeks. Her mind wandered from the crickets in the grass and the swaying trees in the Forbidden Forest.
Ron Weasley glanced out of his window down at the Hogwarts grounds, illuminated by the glowing light of the stars. He looked back at Harry, sleeping soundly in the bed next to his, and his thoughts turned to the girl he was in love with.
Hermione stood up and quietly tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs. The Fat Lady was snoozing in the portrait hole, so she climbed out and started walking towards the doors.
Ron knew he had to get away from the Gryffindor tower. It was too much to bear. He walked softly past Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor boys before slipping quietly through the portrait hole.
She drifted outside into the darkness, bathing in the purity of the night air and the moon's shimmering rays. Hermione dropped to her knees not far from the Whomping Willow, turning her face to the stars and letting a smile cross her face.
He walked outside very quietly, wondering at how he could do this. Ron had never gone outside in the dead of night by himself. Without realizing it, he headed towards the Whomping Willow and closed his eyes, falling silently onto the grass already edged with dew.
There was a rustle in the cool night breeze. Hermione opened her eyes and turned from the stars' warm glow. Ron blinked slowly and shifted to see whatever it was that made the noise. Suddenly they caught each other's silhouettes in the faint glow of the stars.
They knew each other at once.
"Ron," breathed Hermione.
"Hermione," whispered Ron. The space in between them closed as they leaned forward, knowing words could not express what they felt at that moment. They sunk into a passionate kiss, Hermione wrapping her arm around Ron's waist and drawing away. He put his arm around her shoulder and Hermione lay her head down on his shoulder.
Ron sighed in contentment, knowing he'd never been happier in his life.
Hermione breathed softly into the night breeze and a warm wave of bliss swept over her.
Together, they turned their faces to the stars, watching as they faded from view into the dawn.
A/N: Ron, Hermione, and Harry all belong to J.K. Rowling. I just wrote this on an impulse, and it's sort of weird, I know, but it feels right for them to be together and discover their love in the middle of the night when the stars call them down to the same place.