It had been raining.
That's what was most vivid in his memory of the night.
She, Hermione, had looked beautiful under the darkened sky. She had looked at him with fear and confusion and yearning as the sky poured buckets of warm summer rain on them.
Oh yeah, he had told her he loved her that night too.
Had told her wanted to be with her forever...
She hadn't said anything, she had just stared at him.
He had looked at her pleadingly as the rain plastered his red hair to his forehead. He had been sure she loved him too.
She had turned silently and run back to the Burrow. He had figured she needed time to think about how she felt about him...
He had been wrong.
He had gone back inside and thought about her all night.
He had woken up early the next morning.
She had woken earlier. She was gone.
And he never saw her again.
My first fic...just a little idea I had, though I totally support Ron/ Hermione together!