What Love Really Means
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Hermione and Ron in this fic. First Romione fic I am writing.
Chapter 2
Hermione was dangling her feet in the warm water of the Great Lake. The Great Lake was really beautiful; it was surrounded by the hills and the forbidden forest. She could see the castle from the Hilltop and the smell of Pine trees…so tantalizing.
''Hermione''
Hermione glanced around, she noticed Ron. His face was completely red and he looked nervous too.
''What's up, Ron?'' Hermione asked while raising her left brow. She studied him curiously.
Ron bites his lips, puts his hands in his robes pocket.
''I want you to go out with me'' he said quietly. Hermione frowned, she looked at him in disbelief.
''Why?...Why me?'' Hermione questioned.
Ron remained quiet for a moment and then burst out suddenly. ''Because I love you.'' he confessed.
Hermione pressed her lips. She sighed and said ''I am sorry.''
Ron wrinkled his nose, and furrowed his brows.
''What? Why you don't want to go out with me? Mione, do you know, it took me seven damn years to say this to you, come on Hermione, give me a reason'' Ron shouted.
Hermione looked up at the bright sky. ''It's because I am Black and you're white'' she whispered.
Ron scowled at her.
There was a huge silence. No one spoke. All they could hear was the sound of cold wind shaking the leaves of the pine trees.
''Bloody Hell…Hermione, look skin color doesn't matters." He explained.
"It matters, do you ever imagined how ugly I feel? You never felt that, because you're not me."
"Hermione, you talk so dumb even though you're the brightest witch of our year. Hermione, I think your complexion's beautiful, at least it's better than us Weasley's "weird" complexion. And besides, you should be proud of your skin color, you should be proud of your looks. By calling yourself ugly, you're just insulting your own parents whom you got your looks from...woah, woah, wait a second, I talk so sensible, that's so un-Ronnish of me." Ron said with a bemused look.
"I don't think so." Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
Ron gritted his teeth, looked at Hermione with a fixed stare for a minute. Then, he shouted.
"HEAR THIS OUT, HERMIONE GRANGER, to me, you're the most beautiful, intelligent girl in the world, and I love you more than everything, I love you more than fried chickens, I love you more than Chocolate Frogs, I love you more than Fred and George's Pyrotechnics compendium fireworks, I love you more than Pygmy Puffs too'' Ron said in one single breath. He blushed and then, he muttered ''you're black, I am white but our love….it's red."
Hermione stared at him with wide eyes. Her eyes flicker with tears.
''That was cheesy, but I love it, Ron…'' she choked.
Ron turned crimson just like his red hair.
Hermione walked towards his way and hugged him tightly. Ron, who was surprised at first, hugged her back later.
''So, it's yes?'' he inquired.
''Absolutely, with no doubts and queries'' she answered.
They smiled at each other.
To Be Continued….