Two days have come and gone.
I almost cannot stand waiting any longer.
How I long to see her, to kiss her, to hold her.
But I cannot.
Not until she is here with me.
I wish I could have her here right now.
Sitting next to me or laying next to me, wrapped up in a nice warm blanket. Wrapped in each others arms listening to the silence around us, and falling asleep to the endless dreams of that one special one day when we are finally together forever.
Oh how much I wish she were here.
But alas, I have one day yet to wait. Or then again I have only one day to wait. Only twenty four short hours and she will be here, and I can hold her, and tell her that I love her, and that I've missed her. Just twenty four short hours. One short day. One more, that's all.
I hope I can last, for I miss her more than the sun misses the dawn, and more than the stars miss the night sky. I love her and want here with me more than anything. I want to kiss her, and tell her that I love her.
However, I have talked to her. And she is having a good time, which makes me happy. But I still won't be anywhere near as happy until she is back and I can wrap her in my arms, and feel the press of her lips against mine. That will make me the happiest man on earth. Just to feel those lips pressed against mine, even if only for a brief second.
Oh, how I miss her.
Just one more day.
One more day.
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Laughing, Hermione put the letter away. She was missing Ron as much as he was missing her but the letters were too funny coming from Ron and she knew that he wrote them to make her laugh as much as to tell her how he felt. Leaning back in the chair Hermione kicked her shoes off. It had had been a tiring day.
First there were lectures and demonstrations until eight. Then came the mixer that lasted until eleven. It was a stroke of luck that she had been able to sneak out and use the floo to talk to Ron for a few moments right before they all left for the party. He had sounded relieved to hear her voice and she hadn't wanted to leave but then people had walked by and she'd almost fallen trying to get up.
The mixer was meant to be a fun time for the students to get to know each other. Hermione didn't think that she would be able to fully enjoy it. The music was loud, the room was hot, and all of the dancing couples just reminded her of Ron. But the short conversation with Ron had set her at ease and she made some new friends after all.
Looking at her watch she saw that it was already 11:30. This time tomorrow she would be back in Ron's arms. Sighing she stared at the watch, It must be slow, that's it. It can't really be that long. But then, it would have to be about two days slow.
Moaning and massaging her sore feet she thought I can't wait to get home.
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Meanwhile Ron was at home, lying in bed. That would have been perfectly normal for that time of night had it not been for the way he chose to lay in bed. He was laying, fully clothed, on top of the blankets. His feet were on the pillow and his head at the foot of the bed. From this bizarre angle, he stared up at the ceiling. His eyes traced patterns in the ceiling as he laid in a sort of trance.
He had tired himself out today. He had tried anything to keep his mind off of her and in the process Ron had inadvertently finished all of the work that he had scheduled for the next few days. He had pegged away like a mad man, tracking down people and filing paperwork until there was none left to do. What he would do tomorrow at work was a mystery. And it would only be worse because the next night would be when Hermione finally came home.
All of that, three days worth of labor squashed into eight short hours and still he could not sleep, the night before had been uncomfortable with dreams waking him up every so often. What am I going to have to do to get some sleep? Ron thought kicking off his shoes, She's going to be home tomorrow and I'm not going to be able to stay awake if I keep this up. Just like that it hit him and he smiled. She would be home tomorrow. Tomorrow!
