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Missing moment during Half Blood Prince, Ron/Hermione fluff story.
Hopefully it fits in but I can't remember the exact order of events between Ron and Lavender in it so I apologise if it doesn't.
The song is 'When I think of love' by Lee Ryan.
Enjoy!
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You're my past, my future
My all, my everything
My six in the morning when the clock rings
And I open up my eyes to a new day
My laughs, my frowns
My ups, my downs
It's the feeling that you get
When you know that something's true
When I think of love, I think of you
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Ron descended the staircase to the common room as if in a dream. For the past few days he had been incapable of concentrating on anything at all, always having his head in the clouds. When he was alone he seemed to cut himself off from the real world and just float around in his own thoughts.
For that moment his life was good.
He was sufficiently happy with Lavender being his girlfriend, not because she made him blissfully happy but because it had shut Ginny up completely. She no longer had a reason to give him an earful about how he was jealous of Harry and Hermione and this meant a quiet life for him.
Reaching the common room, however, something broke through his chain of thought; a flowing melody seemed to meet his ears and immediately he was pulled back to reality as if the song had been a port key.
Music? It was 11:00 in the evening; nobody should be up at this hour let alone listening to music. Maybe somebody left it on by accident. Ron began to make his way across the room to find the source of the music; his eyes immediately caught sight of the small, portable radio on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Looking round to see if anyone was actually listening to it he discovered that apart from himself, the common room looked completely deserted. He was about to head for the small, wooden table when he heard another voice join that of the singer on the radio.
It was a small, female voice which came from the armchair facing away from him. The voice of an angel, thought Ron, completely in tune and seemed to give him goose bumps. The individual appeared to be unaware of the fact that there was another present in the room and therefore continued singing along.
Curious to discover the owner of the silky singing voice, Ron quietly made his way forwards, trying to get a glimpse of the stranger in the armchair.
What he found was enough to make him shout out in amazement, 'Hermione!' He jumped backwards in astonishment, tripped over the edge of the fraying rug and promptly toppled over backwards onto the hard, marble floor.
Meanwhile, Hermione leapt about five foot in the air in shock. Clutching at her chest and breathing heavily, Hermione turned round in her chair and shot daggers in Ron's direction, 'Ronald Weasley! You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing up so late? I barely heard you come down!'
'I… umm…' he gabbled, grabbing hold of the arm of Hermione's chair for support whilst she in turn released his grip in annoyance so that he fell back again, 'couldn't sleep… so sorry…' stumbling, he finally managed to return himself to an upright position. 'What are you doing up anyway?' he asked, composing himself and rubbing the bottom of his back which now seemed quite bruised.
'Potions homework,' she replied, waving her hand in the general direction of a pile of books beside her, 'I finished it half an hour ago but I love this late night Muggle radio show and…'
'So you were definitely the one singing?' Ron asked in disbelief.
Again, Hermione shot him a look of infuriation, 'have you got a problem with my singing, Ronald?' She put a sting in her voice as she used his name, as if challenging him to question her musical ability.
Realising how he had worded the sentence and the accidental emphasis on the word you instead of the word definitely, Ron quickly tried to undo it, waving his arms at her, 'No, no, no! I mean… it's… you know… it really is beau…'
But before Ron could finish his compliment, Hermione was holding her hand out as an indication to stop, 'Shhhhh… I love this song.'
Silenced, Ron looked at Hermione intently as she closed her eyes and seemed to sway to the music. In that moment she looked so serene and beautiful; it reminded Ron of the way he felt about her, the way he had felt for years and was trying to block out by dating Lavender.
I'm looking at you while you're sleeping here beside me
Oh, mere words can't explain the love I have inside
It's more than just a physical thing
I know something like spiritual connection
I feel it in my soul, heart and mind
He observed her features lovingly; the trademark chocolate brown hair which lined her face no longer in bushy waves but in soft tendrils which brushed lightly across her shoulders and tumbled gracefully down her back, the delicate curve of her jaw line, the fullness of her cherry coloured lips.
The sweetest thing is what you are
From you I'll never be too far,
Please say forever you will stay beside me
All these things he loved about Hermione Granger, as well as her incredible intellect, her infectious laugh and her startling smile to name just a few traits. The list really could go on, he thought.
He wanted to be close to her every waking moment; he wanted to think of her at every opportunity. And before he knew it he was standing in front of her, arms outstretched asking her to dance.
For a moment Hermione seemed to just stare at him, then she gave him a winning smile and grabbed both of his hands, allowing him to pull her out of the chair and into his strong, muscular arms.
And so they began to dance.
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You're my past, my future
My all, my everything
My six in the morning when the clock rings
And I open up my eyes to a new day
My laughs, my frowns
My ups, my downs
It's the feeling that you get
When you know that something's true
When I think of love, I think of you
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To be continued….
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