Ron watched her, his eyes giving off an eerie glow. he hated it; the feeling of not being able to comfort her. He knew he should do something but didn't know what.
Ever since Bellatrix had carved mud-blood onto Hermione's arm, he'd find her always pulling her sleeve down. He wanted to tell it was alright but could never find the right comforting words. He'd end up just getting her angry.
He watched as she stood alone on a cliff, looking over a body of water with her lips pressed firmly against one another.
Gulping down his fear, he nervously staggered over to her, swaying a bit in his footsteps.
"Oi, uh..hey Hermione." Ron greeted, shoving his hands in his pockets.
She turned to face him, her hand quickly pulling her sleeve down.
"Hi." she murmured as she turned her head towards the water again.
"It's pretty, huh?" she mused as she fiddled with her sleeve.
Not answering her, he stared at her hand which grasped her sleeve tightly.
Without thinking, his hand shot out and took hold of her hand.
Sending him a startled look, Hermione took a slight step back. "What are y-"
Before she could finish her sentence he pulled her sleeve up, revealing the carving on her arm.
"Ron! What do you think you-"
Again cutting her off, he began speaking in a blur. "You shouldn't cover your arm, you're beautiful the way you are. And ..uh..I always see your pulling your sleeve down like I wouldn't notice, you shouldn't do that because you're just..hiding away from everyone."
She stared at him, her eyes wide and her face blank. For the first time in her life, she was speechless. "You...what?"
"You're beautiful." He concluded, as he leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek.
With her pink cheeks and small smile, she nodded her head. "Thank you, Ron."
He flashed her his lopsided grin in return. Her lips twitched upwards slightly as she began laughing; her sleeve pulled all the way up.