More Than Words
Oh, joy! The HARRY / HERMIONE fic that's been giving me grief lately is finally completed.
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It has to happen someday. You know it.
Sometimes I can see it in the way he looks at me. Sometimes it's in the way he acts when Ron's not there. I'm surprised he's held it in for so long – I know that I'm just aching to tell Ron.
It hurts me to be keeping this on the quiet for so long. I get these feelings that one day he's just going to throw caution to the wind and just tell Ron. I don't know if I want that to happen or not. I'm almost scared of his reaction.
Part of me is worried about what Ron will say. I feel like we're going behind his back, betraying him, although nothing has really happened yet.
But it will, someday.
Some things you just know, without the aid of books, or cleverness, or even magic. It's strange to hear that coming from me, but some things are stronger than magic.
His homework falls from his lap as he leans over to brush my hair off my face.
"I don't know how to tell you, you know I've never been good with words… But I love you," he whispers, his eyes shining in the firelight. Our faces are barely millimeters apart when the door bursts open and we spring apart, blushing profusely: Ron comes rushing into the room, brandishing a long roll of parchment.
"You'll never guess what just came in the mail!" he shouts. Harry turns away from me without a glance and begins to read the letter. I am left sitting with the homework, wishing that Ron had arrived just five minutes later.
Love saved him when he was just a child, what if it falls upon me to save him now?
Would I be strong enough to do that, to sacrifice myself? And what of everything that we've been working so hard to keep, yet at the same time, working so hard to conceal?
We've managed to disguise everything so far as platonic matter, but sometimes… Sometimes it's just too hard.
Sometimes I really don't know what I'm doing anymore. It's the hardest thing to admit that, because I've always prided myself on having all the answers, keeping it all together.
Ginny's already guessed that there's something going on; she jumped around the room screaming and scared Crookshanks away. I don't know how long it'll take Ron to figure it out, but it can't be long. Contrary to popular opinion, he's not stupid (it's only popular because Malfoy's been spreading it lately).
Everyone knows that You-Know-Who uses his enemies' loved ones against them. I'm not afraid of that happening at all.
I know that it's worth it: there are things worse than death, more than the soul can endure. But when I take him in, messy dark hair and those green eyes, I know that I'd do anything for him, because I'm his best friend, his confidante… His girlfriend.
