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Love May Be Blind...
Ron and Hermione exited the Muggle movie theater and made their way down Main Street. The town was rather quiet, but neither of them cared, because they were too caught up in the time they were spending together, they could not focus on anything else.
Ron took Hermione's hand as they walked around the street. All of the shops were closing, and the Christmas lights were out. Hermione talked about the town and all of the different things that had happened there when she was a little girl. Ron didn't care how much she talked, as long as she just kept talking. He could listen to her talk for hours, for days, or for years. He loved her so much.
"Did you know that this town has had three wizards come from it?" Hermione asked.
"Really?" Ron asked. "I didn't think that many wizards could come from a town this size? I mean, do you know any of the other wizards?"
"I know one of them. He is eight years older than us, and he was my neighbor. He saw when the owl came and gave me my letter, and then when McGonagall came and told us about it, then it turned out that he had just left Hogwarts, and he went to our community church. How odd is that?"
"Really, I mean, I have never been without wizards around me, but I thought that when Muggles had magic, like you, then there aren't that many around where they live. What I am trying to say is that I never really thought that there would be three Muggle-borns in one town. That is very cool, Mione."
Hermione nodded. "Come on, I want you to see the park in the snow at dusk, it is so beautiful!"
She led him by the hand into the park. The snow had gently coated everything, and he thought that it was the most beautiful scene that he had ever seen. The merry-go-round was the center of the park, and Hermione squealed when she saw it. She pulled him over to it and got on.
"Push me, Ron!" she cried as she held on. Ron looked around to make sure that no one was around, and pulled out his wand. He enchanted the merry-go-round to spin around as long as there were no Muggles in the area. He ran and jumped on the spinning toy and hugged Hermione close to him. They smiled at each other and Ron leaned forward and kissed her. She smiled up at him again as she pulled out her wand to stop the spinning.
"If I didn't stop it soon, you would have my vomit all over you," Hermione laughed.
Ron smiled at her but nodded, because, he too, was feeling as though he were going to vomit. Hermione lifted herself off of the merry-go-round onto the snow. She ran over to the swing set and started to pump her legs. Ron joined her on another swing.
"When I was little," Hermione said, "I would pretend that I was flying when I was on a swing, and then I found out that I was a witch, and when I would fly on a broom, which, believe me, was not an easy task, I would feel like a little girl again, swinging high in the air, feeling as though nothing could touch me."
"I know the feeling. I feel the same way every time I even watch someone fly. Every time I watch Harry fly, I get super jealous. I feel like I should be the better flyer, because I have grown up in a flying home, but I know that no matter what I want, he will always be better than I am. He will always be better with everything."
"You are better at understanding."
"What is that supposed to mean, Mione?"
"Well, you are better at knowing what battles to fight, and you are better at understanding people when no one else believes with them. Like when no one believed Harry, you were always there, even when he didn't want you to be, or when he didn't appreciate it. That is what I love about you."
Ron smiled at her. He knew that she was right. He was normally always there. He was glad that someone noticed.
Hermione slowed with her swinging, and stood from the swing. "Let's walk."
Ron nodded and took her hand again. They walked from the park back to Main Street.
"How did you like the movie we saw?" Hermione asked him.
"It was interesting. It almost reminded me a little bit about Harry and Ginny if you thought about it in the right way." He remembered the movie and the emotions that it played with. It made him remember when his little sister was so obsessed with Harry, and when, no matter how much he didn't see her, she would never give up. After the characters realized that there was something there, they were inseparable. This made Ron think about how in their sixth year, Harry and Ginny were always together, and how whenever anyone would see one or the other alone, they would have to look twice to make sure that they didn't see the wrong thing. The characters continued to grow closer and closer until they ultimately got married. Ron thought about how Harry and Ginny's relationship had gotten a little more difficult than that, but the gist of the relationship was there.
"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Hermione asked. Ron nodded at her, then pointed out a store.
"What does it sell there?" Ron asked. It looked like it may once have sold flowers, but it did not appear that way anymore.
"One of the wizards owns that. He changed it from a flower shop to a wizarding shop. No one ever thinks that it is not just a normal sporting goods store, because no one really suspects a thing, but if you know the password, you can go to the back room that has Quidditch supplies."
"That sounds pretty good," Ron said. "Is it open?" They walked down the sidewalk to the store, but seeing it was closed, Hermione said they would have to go back another day.
Hermione looked at her watch. "We should probably get home. My parents are going to wonder if we aren't home by midnight. Not that Mum and Dad really are worried about us, they are just protective."
Ron understood. He knew that while Harry and Ginny had been dating, if he had brought her home too late, all of them would have had his hide.
They started to walk toward the road Hermione lived on, the entire time talking and holding hands. They got to Hermione's drive, and she led Ron to the door. She pointed up and he saw mistletoe, but he would have kissed her anyway. He tilted his head down to meet hers, and kissed her.