Looking Back
by Sasha Warren
Authors Note- Characters owned by J.k Rowling and all that crap.
Ok- this is just a short story I am writing because I'm having a block on how to continue "Long Awaited Kisses" As am I writing this note before I have any insparation, I have no idea what this will be about. I just start writing and here it comes! Anyway, hope you like it. Depending on how it works out, it might turn out to be a long short story......oxymoron!!!!! I am such a loser!
Hermione Granger sat on the floor of her dormitory packing the last of her things into her trunk. Five wonderful years were flashing through her head. Well, not everything had been wonderful. Strange how, the horrible things are always the first to rise to your head, isn't it? Visions of soft kisses from her boyfriend Ron become replaced by fights and endless anger. Why couldn't she remember all the good things? As she packed away a small velvet box, a vivid memory of this past year flashed through her head.
"Hermione?"
"Yes Ron?"
"I have something for you."
"Why thank you it's beautiful."
"It's to remind you, I will marry you someday."
A passionate kiss and the couple part.
It wasn't always this way. In thier first year Hermione and Ron were always at each others necks, but Hermione supposed she'd liked him all along. Another memory flashes through her head as she remember a particular fight in the past year. It was one so violent, Ron had come out of it with a bloody nose. Her heart ached with remorse, as she remembered that day. Oh, it had all been over something so stupid. She couldn't even remember what!
Hermione picked up one of her older schoolbooks and remembered her childhood crush on Harry Potter. She had admired the "boy who lived" ever since she read about him in The Rise and Fall of The Dark Arts. Yes, she still loved Harry in an oddly friend way, but she loved Ron differently. Ron was different. He was kind and compassionate. Modest and funny. She smiled, remembering their first kiss. The kiss that had changed it all.
The two eleven year olds stood in their common room, waiting for their dear friend Harry Potter to return from his search for the Sorceror's Stone. It was then, Ron had leaned over and kissed her. It was then she knew she loved him.
Not once in five years had she ever had to try her love for him. She did not tell him, of course until the summer after fourth year, but however she loved him all along. She supposed it was strange for her to know for so long, but she excepted it.
As Hermione packed away a pair of silvery blue robes, she remebered the Yule Ball in fourth year, and how jealous Ron was that she had gone with Krum. Of course, she supposed she never loved Krum, not like she loved Ron anyway. Krum had been a silly infatuation, not love. Ron was the meaning of love.
Just then she remembered the horrible vision of Ron's mangled body in third year when Sirius had broken his leg. She mentally slapped herself. Stop thinking about the bad! she thought. The past five years had been life changing, oh yes. Love, loss, mystery, intrigue, passion, and pain. They have been full of joy and many other feelings.
Suddenly she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She quickly threw the last of her items into her trunk.
It was Ron. He kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"Hey Mione'"
"Hey Ron"
"Good year, huh?"
"I think so," said Hermione as the two walked down the stairs, hand in hand.