Disclaimer:I am not J.K. Rowling!

This short, sweet story was inspired by love songs on my local radio station. It means every bit of love to me because I know these

two are awaiting for each other, behind swinging doors...

Swinging Doors;

The Stars will Fall

Life was hard, and that statement had been used many times before. School was hard even if she made it to look easy, and many people

believed that she had all her work figured out in her head like a laid-out map. It was such a ridiculous thought that she had herself laughing.

Sometimes she got so lost in her own world that the most she could write on parchment was her first name.

Her arms got goosebumps, the wind blew cold into her Head girl room's window, and the quill she wrote with ruffled.

"When did I open that window?"Hermione asked herself as she got up, and closed the large glass. The room was dead quiet and gloomy,

not even the whistle of the wind was hearable. The red curtains around her bed hung motionless, the room large and bare.

It made her sometimes wish that she could bring Harry and Ron in here to talk.Wait,but couldn't she?

The loneliness was horrible. Harry and Ron weren't around as much because of Auror training and Quidditch practice.

And to add to that, Harry started dating Luna a week ago. Hermione spent most of her time at Hagrid's, or in her new Head girl

room. She became sad, lonely, and desperate.

Harry combed his unruly hair, it wouldn't flatten! Now, his date with Luna was in less then an hour and his hair was being as

stubborn as a mule. At the point of giving up, he threw his blue comb on Ron's bed just as he came in.

"Hya mate,"he greeted with a smile,"You all ready for that date?"

Harry looked at his best friend with his floppy hair.

"Does it look like it?" sarcasm dripped. Ron just gave a short laugh and layed on his bed. Harry was going on a date. Sure, it was with a

strange girl, but it was more than he could say for himself. Ron never had the nerve to ask a girl out. Girls just seemed so unusually strange.

"Why don't you and Hermione come along?"asked Harry, ending Ron's thoughts in a beat.

"Nah, she's probably busy or studying or something. You know 'Mione," his voice was muffled into the pillow.

"Ok,so I guess I'll see you at dinner,"Harry left with that ,leaving Ron alone in his dormitory. He rolled over on his bed, staring up, thinking about things...

Like his homework for example, the one which he hoped Hermione would help him on.

He missed his friend's company. He barely saw her anymore and he thought about how lonely she must feel. Ron got up off his bed,

grabbed his homework, and headed for the door.

She sat on her large bed, staring at her large room with large windows. Hermione felt like the entire room didn't fit her. The thoughts of room

sizes got her in a wonder blender, drifting her away slowly. That was until she heard a knock on the door, and came back to earth.

"Come in,"she ordered as the door creaked open. Her red-haired friend came in, with papers at hand and a smile on his face. She smiled back

and told him to sit.

"Need help with homework,huh?" she basically assumed because this was Ron. The boy who always nudged her to help him out in school stuff.

It didn't bother her...she actually sort of liked it, that he depended on her for something. It made her feel somewhat special.

He blushed and said,"yea," embarassed.

Hermione and Ron spent about two and a half discussing Toad-Tree bark and its remedies. Ron knew a ot about it, and it

made her question wether he even really need help with that essay. She would still be glad if he came for no reason , she felt so lonely.

"So they...,"she tried to get him to respond by seeing if he could finish his sentence.

"They...,"Ron kept saying, as if trying to search for the answer in the faraway land that is his mind.

"They can be added to hinkypunk bites,"she said it for him.

Ron's ear grew red, he knew that, it was in his head!

"It's okay,"she assured kindly, shutting the book and staring at him with a smile. They could hear the rain pouring outside the window, beating a

rhythm on her window pane. The room was now a gloomy and large bedroom once more, only colder .

Ron warm smile to her was the only warmth and glow she found.

"Ron,"she told him, taking his hand. He looked down at both hands entwined, her small one in his large one. Ron looked up

at her eyes, the shadows of furniture streaking her face.

He smiled at his friend. She had a way to make him feel as if no problems existed. Hermione's smile played back and she went over to

her bedside drawer. He could see her taking out a sheet of paper, then sitting next to him on the bed again.

It was such a awkward yet sweet moment. The way she looked straight into his vacant blue eyes, filling them with her chocolate stare.

Her smile so innocent as she read the scribbles upon the parchment.

To the train that will never leave,

I say goodbye,

To the store that never opens,

I turn the knob,

To the stars that never fall,

I wish they did,

To the kiss that never happens,

I say hello.

She ended by looking at her friend. The friend on her bed. The one with the shoes kicked off. The one that held her hand with a gentle

grip. His thumb massaging her knuckles softly as if counting them over and over in his mind. That was actually the last thing on his mind.

Ron was busier smiling at the girl to his front.

Suddently, Hermione got up and pulled him along. They stood on her king-sized bed, holding hands. Both held each other, as if they

were about to begin dancing a waltz. Ron and Hermione stared into each other's loving gaze, thinking simontaneously about how much they

cared for each other.

His midnight blue eyes...

They began to dance, dancing to the downpour's music. Hearing the shaddering of lightning, and the roaring of thunder.

Her chocolate eyes...

Ron's hand, on her small back, pulled her close to him, almost protectively.Their bodies pressed against each other and their breathes

on each other. He looked down at her ,seeing this wonderful girl, looking at her shadowed face.

In one hot second, it happened. Hermione's gaze fell from his scattered freckles, to his beautiful lips. She was staring at it, when his face

fell to hers, combining both lips in a mixture of love and want. It was so sweet how he held her neck, and how lustful she was by grabbing

bits of the shirt on his back.

He stopped kissing her all of the sudden, and while laughing, he pulled her down as he fell back on her bed. There they were, side by side,

laughing and making up for lost time.

"I never told you my poem,"he mentioned turning to her smiling face and reddened cheeks. She motioned him to go ahead and start.

His eyes squinted, trying to remember the poem he had written at the Burrow in the summer after 4th year.

The lake carried me away,

slowly spinning me into a dream,

a dream of stars dropping from the sky and into my pocket,

falling into the lake itself,

I held the stars and wished,

that the lake would never drop me off anywhere,

and that it carried me to you.

"That was beautiful,"she complimented sweetly. It really was-she thought. And in that large, bare room, the two friends stayed, telling each

other their poems while listening to the rain fall away. They hoped that the stars would fall into the lake that night.