This is a little oneshot I wrote in about 10 mins while waiting for my dinner to cook, so if it's a bit rubbish I apologize. But then again, you chose to read it, so in a way I also don't!
This is based entirely on my own experiences, but it's also Hermione speaking 'to' Ron (though obviously it's more of a soliloquy) whilst he is dating Lavender. So there is context too, you see. Anyway, let me know.
Disclaimer: Whilst the events are entirely mine, the characters are sadly not. They belong to some randomer called JK Rowling.
It's The Littlest Things
It's the littlest things that get me.
For some girls, there's nothing sexier than a gorgeous hunk of man. I've lain awake countless nights, denied sleep as I listen to their whispered giggles of scandal as tales of sexual exploits are passed around like sweets at Christmas. Their gasps of admiration as they hear he was this big, he kissed her for this long, he had muscles this big, he knew all the right techniques, he made her make a noise like this. I see their wide eyes in the dark as they laugh through their fingers, hear their shrieks of 'You didn't!', 'I did!'
And I laugh at them in my own silent way. They don't know. But I do.
I know that you don't need to touch me for me to feel the butterflies in my stomach. I know that you don't need to strip off for my heart to ache with longing. I know that you don't need to do a thing for me to love you.
It's the little things.
It's feeling the warmth of your breath on my hand as it curls about my pillow and we lie beside one another, talking in the darkness, and the tingling starts at the base of my spine and climbs to wrap itself about my heart.
It's listening to your voice in the dark, following each note up and down as you speak softly, so softly, each word like pale gold smoke.
It's tasting your breath on my lips without kissing you as we lie, almost nose to nose, sharing secrets.
It's closing my eyes tiredly only to open them minutes later to find your gentle gaze still fixed on me, watching over me.
It's seeing the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you laugh at a joke I've made, the secret smile no one else knows about.
It's the little things.
It's the feeling I get when I watch you sleep, looking so vulnerable, so sweet that is all I can do not to grab you, for fear of waking you, disturbing your peace.
It's the feeling of total security when you wrap your arms around me in a tight hug, those few seconds of complete safety.
It's the silly smile that twists my face just talking to you, the song you put in my heart just by being yourself. It's the way you lift my moods without saying a word.
And it's the littlest things that break my heart, too.
It's knowing I waited too long. It's knowing we can't go on without destroying our friendship. It's knowing I ignored my chance when I had it, and now it's gone.
It's watching you with her, feeling the cold pangs as I realise that that will never be me. It's knowing that it could have been.
It's looking into your eyes, grey-blue and warm, sincere, and knowing that what I see will never again be what you see when you look at me.
It's the littlest things.