Oh, tell her, brief is life, but love is long
Disclaimer: The title and quote is by Alfred Tennyson a British poet who lived from 1809 to 1892. Of course all the Harry Potter stuff doesn't belong to me but to J.K Rowling.
A/N: You write a fic because you've come up with a plot right? Well I haven't. I just really felt like writing, and the other fic I'm writing on didn't really appeal so decided to write a nice little Ron/Hermione fic. Never read any R/Hr fiction so this is just going to be my own version.
"Think, think what should I write?"
Hermione was once again talking to herself while once again writing on her novel. It was a very romantic novel and very good if Hermione should say so herself, but right now she just couldn't think of anything to write.
"What're you doing Hermione?"
Ron has stepped forward from one of the bookshelves. Hermione was sitting in the library as far away from everybody as she could, she would most certainly not want anyone to read her novel, the part that was written that is. She quickly hid the parchments that she was writing the novel on and looked up at Ron.
"Um... Oh nothing, nothing at all"
"Well it must be something... Were you writing the potion essay with out me and Harry? Cause you know we can't do that with out you"
Ron was looking teasingly at Hermione and before she could do anything he snatched the parchments out of her hand.
"Well Hermione didn't think you were such a romantic!"
Hermione blushed so that she was just as red as Ron's hair.
"Let's see... Oh, tell her, brief is life, but love is long" said Ron with a theatrical voice.
It was a quote that Hermione had allowed herself to use, she just loved the old English language it was so romantic. But with Ron saying it like that she couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't laugh! You know there's actually some truth to those words"
"Well Ron didn't know you were such a romantic" said Hermione making fun of Ron.
"No I mean it..."
Ron sad down in the chair beside Hermione there weren't much room for them so they had to sit rather close.
"Life is short, but you'll always be remembered by the people who love you"
"Well I will remember you for sure"
It had come out the wrong way it was meant to mean you're a freak so I remember you but with Ron saying those almost poetic words, Hermione couldn't control her love.
Did she love Ron, yes she did, she just realised that. All those quarrels and fights it had all been because of love, Ron realised the exact same thing as he sad there looking into Hermione's eyes.
He started moving closer and closer until their lips touched. Oh yes, this was love.
A/N: I tend to write a A/N every time I start writing a story, cause (as it exposes) that A/N at the top is from before I wrote this fic. Well, it turned out fine I think, when you count in that I had no idea what to write when I sat down. Please review!