Dances in the Rain

A Ron/Ginny Cookie

It had been raining that day. Ron leaned his head on the window and looked out into the rain he saw in the present, reminding him of that pure innocence that they had both had, stolen the moment they had realized what they shared.

She had been at home, in between summer scholarship excursions to France and Scotland... The day had started out as a sultry, sweaty, humid afternoon in the backyard, just talking about her travels. And when she had mentioned a possible suitor from France, he had known that his overwhelming emotions were more than just overprotective sibling actions. The guy's name had been... François, for crying out loud.

And then, near seven o'clock, when the fireflies and mosquitoes were starting come out, and they were beginning to get bitten by bugs and started to get ready to go inside, it began to rain. Softly at first, then a bit harder, until it was an all out downpour. Ginny had been wearing an old, white men's dress shirt over a thin white camisole and cutoff jean shorts, and as she danced around in the sheets of rain, Ron just watched as her body got soaked, and the clothing clung to her pale skin. Her hair fell from its messy bun in little pieces, and clung to the sides of her face, to her neck.

Ron had stood there, letting the rain soak his own body, let his blue polo stick to his chest and his khaki shorts to his legs. Ginny had twirled over to where he stood and grabbedh is hands, forcing him to spin around with her, sliding barefoot in the mud.

"Gin," he had said, "you're crazy!" She had just laughed and had shaken her head, no.

"I'm not crazy," she replied. "I'm in love." That had stopped Ron in his tracks.

"Y-you're in love?" he asked quietly, realizing that this truth hurt. He knew why of course, he loved her... more than anything in the world, he loved his own sister more than he should. But somehow it didn't feel wrong... it felt, if anything, more than right.

It felt... perfect.

Ginny had nodded with a smile, and had taken a step towards him, still grasping his large, clumsy hands in her small ones.

"It's weird Ron," she told him, looking him in the eye.

His heart stopped. "Why?"

"It's... very complicated, this situation. You'd never believe..." she trailed off. "I can't tell you."

"Gin..." He looked up to the skies, and begged the gods to let it rain just until he could tell her. "I..."

"Yes, Ron?" Her voice was hoarse, low, sexy. He leaned in close, letting their lips nearly touch.

"I love you." He shut his eyes, hoping that she wouldn't think badly of him.

"This works out quite well, Ron," Ginny told him, sunshine in her voice. His eyes snapped open, made contact with hers once more. "I love you."

Their parted lips were no longer apart; there was no empty space between them. And they both knew that somehow, in someway, they would be together. Life was harsh... but perseverance was sweet.