Disclaimer: I don't own it. Breif, in passing (sort of) slash.
A/N: If you would like some slash in this story ask for it in your review but if you don't please tell me.
Hermione left and Ron felt a little helpless. Harry was in the kitchen trying not to intrude on Ron in his "special" time. Ron's "special" was when he painted. Being a blind man, all he painted he could not see. Spending over an hour in his studio, Harry became curious as to what could take this much time. Quietly tip-toeing into the studio, Harry became shocked at what he saw.
The portrait.
An amazing, life like painting of Hermione.
The pale skin exposed on white sheets. The painting seemed to ooze a certain sexuality and goddessness that no true woman could possess. Harry didn't realize how long he had been there until Ron spoke.
"Harry, are you going to stand there for the next fifteen minutes or are you going to tell how terrible the portrait is?" Harry pulled out a stool, dumbfounded by the beauty of it.
"No...not at all. I'm speechless." Ron turned his head, his pale blind eyes boring into Harry's.
"Harry, lying is not necessary. I am a blind man so I'll have to take your word for it."
Harry had a wild idea. "Show this at Blaise's art show. He'll be glad to have some real talent."
"Harry," Ron sounded like an elder speaking to a naïve younger child. "They will not take my submission: I am B-L-I-N-D! I don't want to talk about it anymore."
For the next two days, Ron still worked on the portrait.
Harry could be telling the truth, I mean, what could be the worst that would happen? They will laugh at me and ridicule my art which I AM NOT ready for.
Thursday, Hermione came in to find Ron sleeping on the couch in the sitting room. He looked so peaceful she didn't want to wake him, but needed him upstairs to complete her little theft.
"Ron, sweetheart, go upstairs." He grumbled and turned over: well, it's not like I can carry him up there.
Hermione walked into the studio, and took the covered painting. She got half way to the door when Ron popped up awake.
"Spiders...spiders, they're trying to make me tap dance...I don't wanna tape dance, Herm."
Hermione stifled a laugh; he often did that in his sleep.
"You tell those spiders, Ron." He nodded and lay back down.
Hermione snuck out and got the paint to the art gallery. He'll thank me later.
Two weeks later, Hermione and Ron made their way to Blaise's. Being Draco's lover and friends, they were sworn to go. The October cold winds swept through the walk way quickly.
"Hermione, I don't feel good. Can we go home?"
"No, Draco made me swear that we would go, so we are. If you're good, I'll warm you up later." She kissed his freckled nose as they passed through the door.
After a great speech from Blaise and the unveiling of the star portrait, Ron thought he saw something: he thought he saw Hermione in two places (her color). But one was more concentrated, smaller than her life force. She took my painted and placed it on display. HOW DARE HERMIONE!
Ron strode across the room and grabbed Hermione out of a conversation with Blaise.
"Hermione." She tried to struggle free but he gripped tighter, "We need to talk. NOW."
A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! The painted is so life like for a blind person painting just to clear that up.