Hey all! I haven't written in a really long time so I don't know any of you. This is something I just sort of did. It's a oneshot for now, but if you want more let me know and I'll turn it into a story! Let me know and please review!
The Princess
As he walked, the cool night air stung his face. The icy wind felt like pins on his skin but he walked on, knowing what he had to do. He moved quickly and quietly through the dark. As he neared his destination, his eyes scanned the surroundings. He came to a stop at an ancient, decrepit looking oak tree. It looked as if he had gotten there first. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his heart.
His mind raced. Should he be here? Yes, he had to stop this now.
"Nothing good can come of staying together," he told himself silently. His brain understood that, but his heart couldn't. His heart didn't think that any good could come from breaking off the greatest thing he'd ever felt. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through the flaming red locks that danced in the late night breeze.
"You came." The voice came from behind and startled him slightly. His eyes flew open as he spun around. His eyes drank in the dark figure in front of him. He didn't need to see her to know it was his love.
"Of course I came," he answered softly. He smiled and warmth spread through out his body. She moved closer, dried leaves crunching beneath her feet with every timid step. She didn't know why, but he still made her nervous. She stopped inches away from the man she desired above all else. Slowly, he lifted his hand to her cheek. He was surprised at the warmth he felt, despite the brisk autumn air. As his fingers rested on her skin, she released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Slowly, they leaned in and shared a passionate kiss. Their lips and tongues danced, finally receiving the release they'd been craving. As they pulled away, the pair locked eyes in the dark. He took a deep breath, breathing her scent in. He swallowed hard and braced himself for the pain he was about to cause both of them.
"Listen, I don't think we can see each other any more." The words came out like knives, slashing both of their hearts. He could feel her hands tightening on his shoulders. "You know how I feel about you, but we have to think about his feelings."
"But I love you and you love me. We can't help the way we feel." Her voice quivered. It came out in a burst of urgency, bordering on panic.
"Neither can he." They stared at each other, the silence around them pounded in their ears. After several moments, she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself.
"Ronald Weasley, you are a great friend and an even better man. I wonder why it took me so long to see that." Her voice sounded sincere and more controlled then it had all night. However, the tear that snaked its way down her cheek and onto his hand betrayed the control.
"Come on Hermione, please don't do this. I can't handle you crying. I don't ever want to see you cry, I love you too much." His voice came out more unsteady than he had expected. She nodded as he dried her cheeks with his thumbs.
"We should get back before he notices that we're gone." He nodded before the two turned and solemnly made their way up the dark slope to the castle.
"Too late," another voice said quietly. From near the tall oak, a young man appeared from behind a cloak. His glowing green eyes were filled with hurt, betrayal, and tears. He watches as the couple's silhouette faded into the darkness before disappearing behind the cloak once more to trek back up to the castle as well.