Sorry for its shortness, I'm tired. There'll be another one soon.
The rain beat down on Hermione Granger's face, and it felt refreshing. She could hardly believe her eyes. Ronald Weasley stood before her, the little boy whom she had met on the train all those years ago, the man she'd hoped to marry only months earlier. He looked more muscular, and he'd gotten a haircut. But he'd probably gotten hundreds of those since she'd seen him last
Ron stared at Hermione, she looked fragile. Which was odd, since she was one of bravest people he knew. Never the less, she looked gorgeous. Something he'd always been amazed by, even at her worse, she looked absolutely gorgeous. "So are you going to let me in, or let me die of pneumonia?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows. He wasn't sure, but he hoped humour would help him in this particular situation.
Hermione nodded, feeling the dampness of her clothes. She stood back letting Ron pass her. It was too surreal to do anything else. Plus she had a list of questions she wanted to ask him. She knew she should probably hit him, but instead she let him into her house.
Ron made his way toward the couch, where he flicked the on switch on the TV, instantly becoming entranced. He sat down on the couch, and start watching Sex and the City. Hermione turned on the kettle, as she waited for it to boil she paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to do or say, she'd prepared speech after speech, but she never expected she would see him again. "So, this is more than just pictures, yeah?" Rons voice called from the living room.
"Yeah." Hermione called back, as the kettle boiled. She made the tear, her hands shaking ever so slightly, she was sure she'd put far too much sugar into Ron's cup, but she couldn't be bothered making a new one. The scolding hot cups felt soothing against her damp skin as she made her way toward Ron. He was sitting wide eyed and open mouthed as he watched. Hermione was thankful it was just a conversation that was going on.
She passed Ron his tea as she sat down beside him, reaching across him for the remote control. She felt like she was violating him, thought she had lay across his lap many a time as she read a book, this seemed weird, different. "You wouldn't like this show." Hermione flicked through the channels, leaving Ron even more amazed.
She finally decided to leave a documentary on. Ron soon got bored and started trying to get the remote off Hermione. "No!" She laughed pulling it away form him, "Hermione, this is bloody boring." Ron was smiling as he dived for the remote, as he did he spilled tea all over Hermione. "Merlins Beard Ron! You're dead!" Ron hopped off the cough and started running, not knowing where he was going.
Hermione jumped up after him, and ran after him, "Come back!" She called laughing, "Never!" Ron replied, speeding up. Hermione laughed as she chased him he had just reached the top step when she tripped, "Hermione!"
Next thing she knew, she was in Ron's arms, just as she hoped, Hermione started laughing, as did Ron. It was such a weird feeling, something Hermione hadn't felt in a long time.
Knock...Knock Hermione and Ron pulled apart, smiling once more at each other. Hermione walked down the stairs, she felt better than she had done for months. And she knew it was all because of Ron. She knew she should have hit him, or something to show her anger toward him, but right now, she was glad she hadn't. Hermione opened the door, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Hello?" Hermione said, not recognizing the person that stood before her. She was tall, dark haired and tanned, her eyes were dark brown and she was beautiful. "Can I help you?" Hermione asked, "Yes, yeah, is um - Is Ron there?" She asked, peering past Hermione's shoulder. Hermione felt something in the pit of her stomach, realization. "Who are you?" She asked, though she was dreading the answer.
"I'm Lizzie, his girlfriend." She smiled, Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Really? Well hi, I'm Hermione." She was trying to sound as clam as possible, while on the inside she was screaming, screaming at herself for being so naive. "Ron!" Hermione called ever so sweetly, "Yeah Her-" Ron stopped dead in his tracks.
"Your girlfriend is here." Ron ran down the stairs, "Well, bye Ron!" Hermione said pulling him into a hug, she made sure her hair was covering her mouth as she whispered, "Don't ever talk to me again."