Rainy Days
It was Friday evening and she was studying nothing new there, the rain playing a sort of random pattern on the window but it was warm in here sitting by the fire, it danced before her as she stared into the heart of the flames her mind somewhere else. Suddenly there was movement behind her that snapped her back to reality and the potions essay she should have been writing, it was Ron he had moved from the chair to sofa next to where she was sat.
"Hey" she said
"Hi," he replied, "erm...do you think you could help me?"
Hermione answered immediately, "of course Ron, what do you need help with?"
There was a silence where Ron was gathering up the courage to say what he wanted to say.
"Well there's this girl," he started sheepishly," but I don't think she knows I exist."
This conversation was not going the way she thought it would, Ron likes someone, he is her friend he is allowed to like whoever he wants it has nothing to do with her even if she does have a small liking for him.
"Why don't you just tell her," she answered, "you don't have to do anything big, just... Make her feel like she's the only one." Hermione sighed as she said the last bit. Ron turned to look at her she looked beautiful with her soft chestnut hair, wavy down to her mid back lightened by the dancing flames coming from the fire.
"Hermione," he began awkwardly "Hermione, I love you."
Hermione dropped the potion essay she had neglected on the floor with shock. She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming (she wasn't it hurt quite a bit) the three words she had dreamed of him saying to her since there forth year. Now it was happening it was real.
Ron looked at her oddly as she hadn't said anything for the last few seconds, he was about to turn away from her feeling dejected when he felt her warm, soft hand on his.
"This is all I've ever dreamed," was all she said before he pulled her onto his knee and quickly yet slowly at the same time his lips where on hers.
