Just a short one shot about the feeling after malfoy manor Please Reveiw I'll love to read them, constructive criticism is good too!
"Hermione! Hermione!" the yells and wailing of just last night, haunted me.
Something happened that night something that only one has felt can truly explain.
Something I don't even know for sure although the feeling is a certainty. As I sit in Shell Cottage, and stare blankly at the girl—no – woman beside me sleeping, I can't help but just feel that feeling.
Every feeling possible really, regret, for not saving her in time, her fragile body, poor Hermione.
I feel hatred, towards Bell—Bellatrix, never towards Hermione though never, because I — I feel anger for being such a git as to leaving her, to leaving her and Harry. I have no clue in my right mind—if I even have one—what I was thinking.
"mmmm" Hermione stirred in her sleep making me grin, and I hadn't even known that was possible for me as to the situations right now.
I wanted to hold her hand—squeeze her hand and never let go, I wanted her to be safe always, to always be safe with me, but I know safety is never a certainty.
I know not everything will go the way we plan it to. But one thing is certain and will never change, that woman – with the hair that makes me melt, the eyes that have me in a trance at every glance I take, and the brains that' is too much for anyone to handle – except Mione of course, that girl I was in love with and it's a certainty.
I Ron Weasley am in love with the brightest witch of our age—no, of our decade, Hermione Granger.