I Love You Too
By Tatortot
Hermione sat in her office at work and sighed. She looked across at her very organized desk. Then her eyes suddenly stopped at a picture of her and Ron at her eighteenth birthday: the day that changed her life forever.
She felt tears building up in her eyes and before she knew it, the picture of Ron waving at her became blurry. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and they did so for a long time.
About five minutes later, Hermione stood up and said to herself, "No. I mustn't cry. It is my fault that it is like this. I can't cry over myself."
And with that, she was out of her office and on her way down the lonely streets of Auror Alley. Where am I going? She asked herself. Hmmm. I'll go to 'The Leaking Pot' for lunch. I'll have a bacon and ham sandwich. "Oooh!" she said aloud. "I love those."
She wiped her eyes, which were again full of tears and sniffed. Ron used to make the best bacon and ham sandwiches.
Hermione couldn't do anything anymore without thinking of Ron and crying. It didn't use to hurt her this badly to think of Ron.
But why is she crying so much?
The answer was too easy. It was her fault that Ron's heart was broken. It was eight years ago that Ron had proposed on her birthday and she said no.
Why had she done so?
That too was very easy. She had her whole life in front of her. She had just accepted the job offering that she had gotten a week before her birthday, she just moved in to a new apartment, she had everything ahead of her. She couldn't start her new life out with a husband and kids!
Or could she?
She stopped in front of the door to 'the Leaking Pot.' She pulled open the door to find it very crowded. She squeezed inside and spotted an empty seat at the bar between an old woman and a tall, handsome young man.
.with flaming red hair.
.brown, respectful eyes.
.and a look of sadness on his face that was identical to the one she saw the night of her birthday.
Could it be? Could the tall handsome man at the bar be the man she has cried over for the past eight years? Could-Could it be-by any chance Ron Weasley?
She slipped through the noisy crowd and reached the man that was, she realized, unmistakably Ron.
"Ron?"
The handsome muscular man turned around and saw her. He didn't say anything. He just sat there.
"Oh Ron! My goodness! Ron! I missed you so much! You won't even believe how much permanent harm one word can do to you. I have cried every night since then and I would think about how happy I could be with you in my arms. You don't know how many times I thought how nice it would be to have little Ron Weasleys running around the house playing with little Hermione Grangers and I cried and I cried and I felt so bad about what I had said. The look on your face when I answered has haunted me since then and I want you to know that I missed you so much and I felt so bad about what I said and-"
Hermione didn't say anymore because at that moment Ron bent his neck down and didn't stop until his lips found hers. He wrapped himself around her and she did the same to him. Their eyes closed, they stood there kissing and Hermione didn't stop until she tasted the cinnamon on his lips that she had always wanted to taste.
When their lips broke apart, Ron said something that Hermione would have died to hear for almost a decade.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Ron. I always have."
The End
Okay this one was all right. Tell me what you think. ~ Tatortot
By Tatortot
Hermione sat in her office at work and sighed. She looked across at her very organized desk. Then her eyes suddenly stopped at a picture of her and Ron at her eighteenth birthday: the day that changed her life forever.
She felt tears building up in her eyes and before she knew it, the picture of Ron waving at her became blurry. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and they did so for a long time.
About five minutes later, Hermione stood up and said to herself, "No. I mustn't cry. It is my fault that it is like this. I can't cry over myself."
And with that, she was out of her office and on her way down the lonely streets of Auror Alley. Where am I going? She asked herself. Hmmm. I'll go to 'The Leaking Pot' for lunch. I'll have a bacon and ham sandwich. "Oooh!" she said aloud. "I love those."
She wiped her eyes, which were again full of tears and sniffed. Ron used to make the best bacon and ham sandwiches.
Hermione couldn't do anything anymore without thinking of Ron and crying. It didn't use to hurt her this badly to think of Ron.
But why is she crying so much?
The answer was too easy. It was her fault that Ron's heart was broken. It was eight years ago that Ron had proposed on her birthday and she said no.
Why had she done so?
That too was very easy. She had her whole life in front of her. She had just accepted the job offering that she had gotten a week before her birthday, she just moved in to a new apartment, she had everything ahead of her. She couldn't start her new life out with a husband and kids!
Or could she?
She stopped in front of the door to 'the Leaking Pot.' She pulled open the door to find it very crowded. She squeezed inside and spotted an empty seat at the bar between an old woman and a tall, handsome young man.
.with flaming red hair.
.brown, respectful eyes.
.and a look of sadness on his face that was identical to the one she saw the night of her birthday.
Could it be? Could the tall handsome man at the bar be the man she has cried over for the past eight years? Could-Could it be-by any chance Ron Weasley?
She slipped through the noisy crowd and reached the man that was, she realized, unmistakably Ron.
"Ron?"
The handsome muscular man turned around and saw her. He didn't say anything. He just sat there.
"Oh Ron! My goodness! Ron! I missed you so much! You won't even believe how much permanent harm one word can do to you. I have cried every night since then and I would think about how happy I could be with you in my arms. You don't know how many times I thought how nice it would be to have little Ron Weasleys running around the house playing with little Hermione Grangers and I cried and I cried and I felt so bad about what I had said. The look on your face when I answered has haunted me since then and I want you to know that I missed you so much and I felt so bad about what I said and-"
Hermione didn't say anymore because at that moment Ron bent his neck down and didn't stop until his lips found hers. He wrapped himself around her and she did the same to him. Their eyes closed, they stood there kissing and Hermione didn't stop until she tasted the cinnamon on his lips that she had always wanted to taste.
When their lips broke apart, Ron said something that Hermione would have died to hear for almost a decade.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Ron. I always have."
The End
Okay this one was all right. Tell me what you think. ~ Tatortot
