I love thunder storms. The rain, the noise, they way when a clap of thunder reaches my ears is sends chills up and down my spine. But one thing I can't stand, lightening. It's bright, and it kills the darkness, the way it spreads over the sky, consuming the black around it. When it rains, I love to close the blinds, block out all other sounds and sink into the welcomed noises of the pitter patter of the water droplets on my window and the thunder echoing through the sky. It's quite soothing.  

I like to image the drops of water as little seeds, which fall to the earth and replenish all around it. They replace death with life, and sadness with happiness. Up until a few short days ago, though it feels like eons, a storm used to calm my nerves, stop my heart ache, and used to put me on track, even if it only was for the duration for a short time. Every time it rained, I'd feel like a new person, then slowly the hardships of life push me back into my place, as a young girl who really doesn't believe in happiness and buries herself in books.

I'm no longer that girl. In fact, just 3 short weeks ago I was, then that night, the incredible night when I found him alone under the weeping willow behind the school, in the middle of the night... everything changed.

Don't only wanna dream about you, yeah
But a dream like this should never be this hard
If I should live this life without you, yeah
I'd come back and try it from the start

After a particularly horrible flash back of the untimely end of my parents, I was distraught and scared. It had been raining, hard, the drops of water were not gentle and weren't replenishing life on earth, instead they were hard and murderous. I was wandering thought a dark house, one I knew all to well, I was silent, the whole house was deathly silent, and you could have quite literally heard a pin drop. Someone was following me, but I didn't care, I was searching for something, except I knew exactly where to find it, and I knew exactly what it was. That's when I turned the corner, and saw the blood and smelled the death, that's also when I woke up, screaming in fright.

I slipped out of bed and made my way to his room, being Head Boy and Head Girl we shared a common room. When I entered the room, I found his bed empty. Suddenly I was horrified, and scared I raced down the common room, to once again find it empty.

And I'll show you love
Because we're all alone
Put business aside
For life passes by
And I'll part your hair
When it's in your eyes
Love

The grass was causing my feet to itch, but I was getting closer, I could see him lying under the tree. I paused for a moment and watched at him lay there, taking him in, in all his splendour. He was beautiful.

I know if I were to tell him that's he'd get mad, I could hear it now

"Hermione, guys are not beautiful, their handsome, good looking, HOT, but not beautiful."

I laugh remembering all the things we used to fight about. My cat, his mouse, he used to love to pick on me, tell me to quit nagging him, me in response telling him I'm merely doing what his mother isn't here to do, and that's to get his lazy ass moving. And I am forever pay for that comment; it managed to earn me the nickname of "mother". Ah well.

I watched as he sat up, and brought his head to his knees, it rested there for a moment, and then he tilted it back and stared up into the night sky. I love how the wind was pulling at his hair, which hung loosely in his eyes. I made my way towards him.

"Ron?"

little red houses down under in my mind
Got an 8x10 for ya to sign

I saw his whole body stiffen, and suddenly regretted approaching him. He didn't want me here, it was obvious by the lack of words on his part. He turned around and seemed to be staring at me. I feel like such a moron, what am I doing out here? Instead of turning away, I walk closer

"What wrong Ron? What are you doing out here?"  I remember panicking as it took him forever to answer, but finally he did. 

"I was just thinking…" Not exactly the answer I had been looking for, but it was a start. This frustrated me, thinking?

"What in god name were you thinking about here, that couldn't have been thought inside, Ron you head boy, you need to set an ex-" but he had cut me off, and the words he muttered, took my breath away, literally.

"you."

 I paused for a moment unable to think, unable to speak. 

Never had the need to know ya, yeah
Until I heard you sing to me at night
Now all I wanna do is show ya, yeah
How to turn the darkness into light

   Finally catching my breath I moved closer to him as he stood up. "Me? What about me?" He didn't say anything…again. I remember thinking 'god's Ron don't do this to me, what about me?'

I silently cursed myself a tear rose to my eyes. I won't cry… why would I? It's o.k. Hermione, so he doesn't answer, just say something… break the silence.

But it seemed I didn't have too. Suddenly he was right in front of me, his hands on my cheeks, his thumbs grazing ever so gently. Then suddenly, his lips were on mine, and I was floating. I remember how gently he was kissing me, and how I yearned for more. Moving my lips against his, I begged for more. But suddenly he pulled away.

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, and he got a soft grin on his face. He leaned forward and lightly kissed both my cheeks, I suddenly felt weak in the knees.

"Wh-what was that for?" I managed to stutter.      

"Since I was 11 years hold, I have loved you, and… and I've been such a wanker and have been too scared to tell you, so here it is. Hermione Granger, I am head over heels in love with you."

I started to laugh then, a wanker? A wanker!? If he was a wanker, than what did that make me?  I calmed myself down and managed to say

"Your not a wanker Ron, I've loved you just as long, and its like, I could tell you, and I've tried, but my word always fail me."

And I'll show you love
Because we're all alone
Put business aside
For life passes by

I never imagined the day he would tell me he loved me. I thought he preferred the stunningly beautiful types, like… like Lavender. Not plain, know it alls like me. I'm really nothing special.  Actually… I find myself really plain. Plain brown hair, plain brown eyes, I don't wear striking clothing that reveals everything.

I'm not saying I'm hideous or something, but it seems I'm this jewel to Ron. I love it, he always makes me feel so special and loved, it's incredible.

Now Ron on the other hand... He's more than a girl like myself can handle. He is one of the most wanted guys in the school, he's got it all, and he probably doesn't even know what "all" is. He's such a hottie. The thing I love most about him is his grin, he knows when he's done something wrong, but can't help but laugh, or how he smiles lop sided when he wants something from me.

Another thing that makes me weak is his hair, how it hangs just in his eyes, the way I like it. And how even with the freckles he looks so mature and fit perfectly into is 18 years.

And I'll part your hair
When it's in your eyes
Love  

"'Mione?" Came the voice from my door, I sat up on my bed.

"Hey you, I thought you have practice." He came into the room and lay on the bed next to me.

"Cancelled, cause of the ruddy rain." I loved how he loved Quidditch so much. How he got so into and he was so determined. He had gotten so much better over the years, he was more a Gryffindor hero these days than a Slytherin. Another thing that drive me wild, are the cute Chudly Canon's boxers he wears… not that I've seen them or anything.   

"What were you doing?" he asked pulling me against him. I took a deep breath and memorized his scent. I then sat up on my Elbows and stared down at him mischievously, 

"Just thinking." I responded. He flipped me over, and pinned me on the bed beneath him. He rested his forehead against mine,

"What were you thinking about?" I grinned and locked my eyes with him.

"Just this boy."

"And what boy may I ask were you thinking about?"

My grin broadened. "This boy with amazing blue eyes, and the sexiest smile on this side of the planet." I traced my finger across his lips, "And the silkiest hair ever." My fingers raked through his hair. "And about how much I love him."

He looked totally amused "I see." Was al he said, then he crushed his lip against mine. When he finally pulled away the buried his nose in the crook of my neck and whispered into my ear, his breath tickling as she spoke

"I love you too."   

And I'm comin' around

I laughed, and responded "I know you do." He rolled back and flopped down on the bed. It was true, I really do know he does. It's the little things, you know? He way his arms wrap around my waist when were eating, or the way he holds me at the end of the day, and me cuddle on the couch.

But most of all, I feel it in the way he kisses me. With such passion, like he never wants to let me go. I just hope he knows I feel the same. I love the way his fingers are grazing over my arm, and the way his head is buried in my neck, I love everything about him, all the time.

Suddenly I reach over and pull his face to mine, I need to show him just how damn much I love him. I kiss him, and hard.  He groans deep in his throat and pulled me closer. His tongue dances against mine and a melt into him, and how he tastes of honey with the tiniest hint of mint.

"You taste good." I whisper as a rest my head on his shoulder.

"Hmm, that's a new one." He grins and pulls me closer, and I can feel the heat coming off his body.

Life is good.

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awwwwww.. again… again lol so what did you think of part two? I think this is the only addition to this fic so enjoy

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