Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. I am doing this merely for pleasure. Actually I'm doing this for somebody's reading benefit.
Sorry it's a bit short...hope you like it.
Firelight
Ron sat in a red armchair in the Griffindor common room, distractedly drumming his fingers on the side of the comfortable chair. It was late. He had been waiting here for hours, silently sitting there while the Griffindors eventually drifted upstairs, saying a quick 'See you in the morning.'.
He sat there for another hour, still sitting in the cosy armchair as the candles went out, and the only light and warmth came from the fire.
When was she going to come?
Finally, after another hour, at eleven, Hermione came through the painting, looking flustered and tired. She had just spent a hard 5 hours of research in the library. She walked towards the stairs up to the dorms.
'Hermione, I need to talk to you.' said Ron quietly.
Hermione turned towards him, about to snap 'Well? What is it?' - and stopped... There was a difference to his voice, more mature, more sensitive... Wordlessly, she walked towards him and quietly said,
'Yes Ron?'
'It's just that. I can't go any longer without telling you. Ever since I met you in year one, I knew you were the one for me. Hermione, I love you, and I always will.' he whispered.
'Oh Ron, why didn't you just tell me?' said Hermione, touched.
'I'm sorry, I just couldn't. Every time I wanted to say something, my lips glued themselves together, and I couldn't speak.' said Ron.
'I'm happy you told me.' whispered Hermione quietly, edging closer towards Ron.
He could see her every detail now, every eyelash, every glimmer of firelight in her eyes. He moved closer to her, and closed his eyes...