Tidbits Chapter Two

Running through my fears

By Mizlovegood

A/N: Once again, no clue where this came from. Not really romantic, but I'd have to say its mostly HGRW.

Disclaimer: Well, I'm not JK yet…

Hermione Granger, all of her life, had been smart at everything she tried. Even at sports, she hadn't been good at them, but shed been smart on how to use strategy, and plan out games, and cheers. Then there was a new topic; Ron. She didn't know how to strategize him! There wasn't a manual on 'how to talk to a Ronald'. And her worst fears came true; she wasn't smart about Ron. She had no clue what to do, if there was a test she would fail, and that scared her so much because she'd never failed anything before.

She was quiet, she savored her every conversation with him, not sure of her feelings with him, anyways. She couldn't talk to Ginny, who would be predudice to Ron, who was her brother. So she spoke to Harry.

"Harry?" She cornered him one night, when he was the only one in the common room.

"Yes?"
"I need some help."

Double take.

"You- need help?"

"yes." She let a tear fall down her cheek.

"Hermione- are you okay?"

Nodding.

"What do you need help with?"

"Ron. My fears. Life. Love. Bravery. What am I supposed to be, Harry? Everything made sense, until Ron. Now, I don't know left from right. Up from down! I have second thoughts about everything. I'm finally afraid to die, because then I would loose the thing that meant most to me. What do I do?" She broke into tears. Harry held her tight.

"Its okay." Her tears stained his robes. A creak on the stairs. A curse. A choke like sob. A glint of red hair. Ron.

"No." Ron said, and tried to speak more, but couldn't. He turned, and ran. Gasps. Hermione. Were only friends. Ron has the wrong idea. Running after Ron, tears streaking face, hair flying in air. Eyes sting. Outside. Raining.

Sobbing.

Laying on the ground.

Un moving.

Dead?

Sobbing harder.

Falling beside Ron's limp body, through all the fears imaginable. Death dosnt matter any more. No fears left.

Kissing, his lips on hers. Hes alive.

Crying-

With joy. She confesses her love for him.

He kisses her.

She ran through all of her fears.

None were left.

She held him.

In bliss.

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