A/N: Ok, we are far from christmas time, but I like this kind of period,
is very romantic.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, just the plot,
I was driving my way to my school best friend' s home, in the countryside.
After being absent three years with his new girlfriend, Harry had returned,
and he told me that my other school best friend would be there. Well,
honestly, "my other school best friend" isn't the right description for her;
'Mione is something more in my life. I haven't seen her three years ago,
since we finished at Hogwarts, just like Harry, I've missed him very much,
but I've missed her really more than him, even the way I missed her was a
huge Universe compared to the tiny bug that I thought of missing Harry.
And I remember I haven't seen her because of Victor. Oh, yeah, it was his
entire fault; Hermione had been just a celestial Angel, that attitude had
attracted him to her. From that day at fourth year that in our first
Yule Ball, she had gone with him to that event, and them she was his hostage
in a Triwizard Task, From that year I've thought of Hermione more than a
friend, and Viktor was her actual boyfriend...
I returned to the reality when I so her... Standing past the trees,
she looked like if she had just arrived using a Portkey.
She worked at the Ministry of Magic, she was an Auror, just like me,
but she worked at Spain, Harry had being absent a time ago, but he worked
with me, and I worked here at England.
"Hermione!" I shouted to her, as I stopped the car, got down and went over
to where Hermione was standing.
"Ron! Whath a great surprice," she said with another accent, it was of
noticing that she lived in Spain. She hugged me very tightly and I returned
the hug, I stopped only because I knew that she was going to feel like if
she was hugged by an Anaconda.
"Your accent is very funny 'Mione! That must be a souvenir from not
even coming back to see us!" I said jokingly.
"I couldn'th and you know ith, Ron!" she said still giggling "But I sent owls
nearly every week, and also poshthals and gifths for birthdayshs!"
After a laugh that came out of my mouth -and from hers too- at these words,
I was trying to get her in conversation and not to bore her.
"And are you staying in England for a long time?" I asked her a little
nervously.
"Yesh, Buth only one year, I will have to work a littlth in the England
Minishthree, So we will be together at work"
'Together at work', that statement sounded a hundred times in my head,
I'll see her every day at work, for a year...
"Ron? Are you sthill here?" I heard her voice said to me,
"What? Ah! Sorry 'Mione! Well, Do you want to go with me, to Harry's house,
it's very far away, but in my car it will take only ten minutes," I proposed
her, praying for her to say yes.
"Well, Okay then, th-ank you, Ron" she said, I helped her to go into my car,
and I got in. I started driving the way to Harry's home. Hermione laid her
attention on watching the beautiful landscape from out the window.
In deed, It was a pretty landscape for me too. On one side of my head,
I saw a magnificent river, with loads of different colours in its holly
water. But, on the other side...I could se the most spectacular image ever
existed. A girl, no that's not the word...Um...yes that's the correct one,
a woman with shiny honey-brown hair, long, and perfect in every single detail.
Deep hazel-brown eyes, with borders covered by long and multiple eyelashes,
and illuminated by the sunshine from the late afternoon, that woman had
delicate pink-y-lips, all the before mentioned, as part of a beautiful and
tanned skin.
"That image has to be mine... But... Maybe it has already an owner" I thought thnking about
how Krum had pass from a hero to the guy who ruined my chances to get with the girl
that I had loved since my fourteen years. Or maybe even before that..."Why didn't
I realised it! Darm it!"
"Ron?" I heard Hermione said, breaking my thoughts "Why are u crying?"
is very romantic.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, just the plot,
I was driving my way to my school best friend' s home, in the countryside.
After being absent three years with his new girlfriend, Harry had returned,
and he told me that my other school best friend would be there. Well,
honestly, "my other school best friend" isn't the right description for her;
'Mione is something more in my life. I haven't seen her three years ago,
since we finished at Hogwarts, just like Harry, I've missed him very much,
but I've missed her really more than him, even the way I missed her was a
huge Universe compared to the tiny bug that I thought of missing Harry.
And I remember I haven't seen her because of Victor. Oh, yeah, it was his
entire fault; Hermione had been just a celestial Angel, that attitude had
attracted him to her. From that day at fourth year that in our first
Yule Ball, she had gone with him to that event, and them she was his hostage
in a Triwizard Task, From that year I've thought of Hermione more than a
friend, and Viktor was her actual boyfriend...
I returned to the reality when I so her... Standing past the trees,
she looked like if she had just arrived using a Portkey.
She worked at the Ministry of Magic, she was an Auror, just like me,
but she worked at Spain, Harry had being absent a time ago, but he worked
with me, and I worked here at England.
"Hermione!" I shouted to her, as I stopped the car, got down and went over
to where Hermione was standing.
"Ron! Whath a great surprice," she said with another accent, it was of
noticing that she lived in Spain. She hugged me very tightly and I returned
the hug, I stopped only because I knew that she was going to feel like if
she was hugged by an Anaconda.
"Your accent is very funny 'Mione! That must be a souvenir from not
even coming back to see us!" I said jokingly.
"I couldn'th and you know ith, Ron!" she said still giggling "But I sent owls
nearly every week, and also poshthals and gifths for birthdayshs!"
After a laugh that came out of my mouth -and from hers too- at these words,
I was trying to get her in conversation and not to bore her.
"And are you staying in England for a long time?" I asked her a little
nervously.
"Yesh, Buth only one year, I will have to work a littlth in the England
Minishthree, So we will be together at work"
'Together at work', that statement sounded a hundred times in my head,
I'll see her every day at work, for a year...
"Ron? Are you sthill here?" I heard her voice said to me,
"What? Ah! Sorry 'Mione! Well, Do you want to go with me, to Harry's house,
it's very far away, but in my car it will take only ten minutes," I proposed
her, praying for her to say yes.
"Well, Okay then, th-ank you, Ron" she said, I helped her to go into my car,
and I got in. I started driving the way to Harry's home. Hermione laid her
attention on watching the beautiful landscape from out the window.
In deed, It was a pretty landscape for me too. On one side of my head,
I saw a magnificent river, with loads of different colours in its holly
water. But, on the other side...I could se the most spectacular image ever
existed. A girl, no that's not the word...Um...yes that's the correct one,
a woman with shiny honey-brown hair, long, and perfect in every single detail.
Deep hazel-brown eyes, with borders covered by long and multiple eyelashes,
and illuminated by the sunshine from the late afternoon, that woman had
delicate pink-y-lips, all the before mentioned, as part of a beautiful and
tanned skin.
"That image has to be mine... But... Maybe it has already an owner" I thought thnking about
how Krum had pass from a hero to the guy who ruined my chances to get with the girl
that I had loved since my fourteen years. Or maybe even before that..."Why didn't
I realised it! Darm it!"
"Ron?" I heard Hermione said, breaking my thoughts "Why are u crying?"
