by She's a Star
Disclaimer:
Is there even any point in announcing that Harry Potter isn't mine? I thought not.Author's Note:
I've temporarily abandoned all use of capitalization. I went through and wrote this without any capital letters, and then went through to change it but realized that it just didn't have the same meaning with proper grammar. So . . . the lower-case stays! (Yay.)This is a pointless bit of Ron/Hermione that takes place after the rather tragic events at the end of OotP.
they were quiet for a very long time, and it wasn't the comfortable sort of quiet that she had always hoped would surface someday between them. it was sad and soft and very grey, and she hated it.
they sneaked glances at each other but didn't dare to speak; the world was very fragile now, and one careless word could send it crashing down.
they didn't want to risk it.
one night, when it rained and she walked outside and cried a little because the tears mingled very well with the summer showers, he watched her. he discovered that he was in love with her, and that he had known it for awhile without realizing, if that made any sense. he didn't make sense sometimes, and neither did she, and once, they had snapped at each other about it.
now they were just quiet.
he kissed her, by accident, and his ears went red and he mumbled that he was sorry.
but that kiss had been not unlike the ones in fairytales, and her eyes sparkled again in that lovely chocolate way as she replied.
"don't be."