An: My latest one-shot. Again I had a song help my muse with this song while I was waiting to pick up my kiddo from school. No beta this time around, so mistakes are my own. Also, I don't own HP. I'm not JKR.
"It's good to see your face again, it's been a while, how I'm doing, well I get by somehow..."
Ron adjusted his tie as he stood at the edge of the room. He didn't want to be here, but knew he couldn't just not show up. His blue eyes scanned the floor until they landed on one particular face. His breath caught in his chest and his heart stopped for a brief second. She was being led out on the floor, her small hand in someone's much larger one. He pushed off the wall, trying to get a better look.
Ron had a clear view of her brown curls, swept up and off her neck. He saw how her emerald dress enhanced her lovely looks. Her lips were curved upwards into a smile, and her eyes were shining. He turned his gaze to the man who held her in his arms as they danced on the floor. Her cinnamon eyes were locked on his gray eyes. His blonde hair was cut in the latest style, and he wore a black tuxedo much like the one Ron himself was wearing.
"Holding him, you never looked more beautiful. Letting go, has been so hard on me. And sitting here, it's clear to see what he means to you. The way you look at him, it ain't no mystery. He's all, I couldn't be."
Ron couldn't remember how their last fight had started, but it ended with her throwing his things down the stairs and out the window of the flat they had shared. The last glimpse he saw of her, those cinnamon eyes were alight with anger. Her hair crackled and her fingers were gripping her wand tightly. He had spent the last few weeks drowning in his work and the Firewhiskey bottle. Harry had to remind him that he promised to show up, or else he'd probably be home at this moment.
"You sure look good since your new love, came in your life… you know I didn't see that fire in you, he's found. Oh but I see it now. I never saw that look in your eyes and I never had you hold me that tight. And I never saw you dance with your feet off the ground. Oh, but I see it now."
She looked beautiful. And as he watched Draco lead Hermione around the dance floor gracefully, he saw something different in her eyes. Something he'd never seen before. Draco held her tightly in his arms, like she was the greatest treasure in this whole world. Hermione looked up at him with trust shining in her eyes. She almost seemed to float off the ground as they danced. As the song came to an end, Ron watched Hermione press her lips to Draco's.
His heart fell and lurched in his chest but he knew he'd truly lost her. He had a treasure in his grasp, and he just let her go. He couldn't fault Draco, try as he might, for scooping her up and holding onto her tightly as he did now. He saw something in her that most men didn't get to see. Draco saw what a treasure she was. And even though his heart ached to see her, and his arms yearned to hold her, maybe gazing at her from afar was a close as he was supposed to get.