Hey everyone sorry I haven't updated in so long school has been hectic and I'm currently applying for university (just got offered a place at Newman uni whoop). Thanks so much for all the reviews you guys are amazing. Just want to say an extra special thank you to laurenbear123 for your awesome review :) Plus thanks to everyone that's stuck by this story
Letters
Chapter 14
So much has gone on today, and only she knew it. Her jaw wobbled and her hands shook as she recalled the moment her and Ron had been inches apart from making the friends to lovers transitions. She felt anger and regret bubbling up in her stomach as she though how stupid a person must be to keep such dark magic in their house. Then she felt guilty, it wasn't Sirius's fault, he is not the one to blame, it's your own stupid self, you should have been watching what you were doing and by now everything would be different! You and Ron could possibly be together, but now he would never remember! A silent tear slid down her cheek as the reality hit her at how much she had gained and lost in one day. The thing she wanted the most, and was seconds away from having, was cruelly snatched from her grasp. If only they hadn't knocked the hour glass over, who knows what would have happened.
In a few large steps from Ron, they were chest to chest, nose to nose. Hermione placed her hands on Ron's shoulders, but in the rush, nearly knocked the hour glass off of the shelf behind her. Her heart beat erratically and she felt his sweet breath on her face, his large hands on her waist, the closest they had ever been in their four years of friendship. Fred and George could walk in and set off their wizbangs under my arse and it wouldn't move me. We would drink in the moment of being together and then, something would happen that we had been waiting for since the basilisk scare, since the hand holding, since Buckbeaks hug, since the Yule ball fiasco, since you looked at me like you never looked at me before. Our lips would graze over the other steadily, cautious and warily, but it would soon turn passionate. My hands would be in your bloody gorgeous hair and yours no longer on my back. You would kiss my neck, and a moan would escape one of us. I'm not quite sure who. We would back onto the bed, and collapse in a tangle of limbs, determined to touch of much of the other as we could, making up for lost time. Mrs Weasley would shout up if we wanted lemonade, but we wouldn't hear her because the only sounds we were aware of would be our tongues doing the tango. I wouldn't be self-conscious that I had my boring pants on, I wouldn't even blush at the oh so obvious excitement of Ronald Weasley, in fact, I would feel an ounce of pure pride and achievement knowing that I caused it. We kick away shoes, and then socks, and I would pull away for a short moment, shaking off my jacket, and I would look back to see you smiling like never before. We would be far past nerves and worry. Our bare arms would touch, and it is hardly anything, but it is new to us, and exciting. I would eye your arms hungrily and slide my hands up and down them. I wouldn't even care they aren't extremely muscly, but I would marvel at the fine ginger hairs coating them. We would share a grin and in that one moment we would know that the other was comfortable and willing to go on. I would lean back down and our teeth would clash embarrassingly, but we laugh and continue to kiss, not bothered. You would whisper my name in my ear as I kissed your cheek, behind your ear and then your sweet smelling neck. Your hands do the one thing that sets me off, they run through my hair. You flip me over and you are over me, filling all of my senses, and I my head pushes back comfortably into your Chudley Cannons pillow. And that's how it would happen. Me and you, Ron and Hermione, best friends, just now with an added ingredient.
The things is Ronald Weasley, I never saw myself as a person that would give up on things. If I wanted something, I would fight for it. When I was 6, my so called best friend snatched my favourite book, Cinderella. She drew all over the pages with her silly little crayons, and so you know what I did? I screamed blue murder until her mother paid for a new one. My mother insisted it was an old book, and easily replaceable, but there was no way something as precious was getting away without a fight. When I know an answer in class, I damn well answer it, because they say when you're on your death bed it's the things you don't do that you regret rather that the things you do, do. I suppose that situation applies here. If someone asked me, right this moment, what I would do for you, I would probably give my life to save yours.
Fifty minutes passed by and I was beginning to feel anxious. My eyes flicked towards the bed side table, the second draw down when I heard footsteps approaching, and I stayed put on that bed, terrified what would happen if I stood up and walked over toward you. You came up, clutching that sopping wet sponge; your sweat drenched hair clinging to your brow, and asked if I would like a beverage from your mother. Time seemed to stop as I debated a million different things to say to you. I could easily play out the day dream I had fantasised about, us on your bed, kissing like there's no tomorrow, however I replied yes and that was it, you turned and walked away.
Yes I do all I can to fight for things, and I can truly say that I love you with all I've got, however, this time, I don't think it's enough. It took every ounce of Gryffindor courage to take that step towards you and open my heart to the possibilities that you offered. I think, for as long as I live, I will always belong to you Ronald Weasley. Just not today.
Hermione uncrossed her legs and stretched. She folder the letter in two and slid it into the envelope, and addressed the front.
Ronald Weasley
The Burrow
Ottery St. Catchpole
Devon
England
She smiled sadly as she opened the second drawer down and placed the letter at the back of his collection. She pushed the drawer closed, and took a look around the room fondly. Another tear threatened to escape her, but she sniffed as she heard Ron shout:
"Hermione, Harry's here!"
I told you I would have replied.
I hope you liked it :) I think this is probably finished now but I may decide to do an epilogue depending on the response that I get. Just in case you didn't get it, this was Hermione sort of thinking/ writing Ron a response letter. Sorry about disappointing some people, but I believe in order to get to where Ron and Hermione were in terms of their relationship further on in book 7, they needed to stick with cannon, and so, therefore are not together until it is meant to be :P
Ps I have a new story out called At last it's a Severus lily fic please go and check it out
Thanks for reading, over and out
GingerPig
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