I do not own Harry Potter.
Song by Matisyahu- "One Day".
"All my life I've been waiting for
I've been praying for
for the people to say
that we don't wanna fight no more
there'll be no more wars
and our children will play
one day x6
One day this all will change
treat people the same
stop with the violence
down with the hate
one day we'll all be free
and proud to be
under the same sun
singing songs of freedom like
one day x4"
Ron stared at Hermione. She was laughing at something Harry was saying and deep down Ron felt a slight jealousy that he was not the one making her laugh.
He was so tired and they hadn't even started their journey, looking for those bloody horcruxes.
He felt angry. Angry at You Know Who, angry at the death eaters and shockingly even felt the same kind of anger towards Percy who had so willingly chosen the Ministry over his own family. Somehow it was the worst kind of betrayal.
Hermione was running her hands over Harry's dress robes, straightening them and Ron had enough. He wanted her hands on him, his hands on her and he blushed at his own thoughts.
He was in love with Hermione. It was as simple as that. The best part was that Hermione probably knew he was in love with her. Harry and probably his whole bleeding family knew he was in love with her. And yet…..he wasn't sure if Hermione actually knew…the doubt clawed at him every day. He wanted to tell her he loved her, that he wanted to be with her, that he wanted to run his hands through her hair and link his fingers with hers and snog her senseless and when he had enough galleons, take her out on a nice date. But he couldn't…not now with the war and the ministry and the death eaters and You Know Who and bloody obnoxious Percy.
He started towards her, resolving that asking her to dance would be enough for now, had to be enough for now and he promised himself that one day he would do all these things with Hermione.
One day….