Lyrics: "Your Love" – Outfield
Shared Moments Two: Stand With Me, Part Two

I just wanna use your love tonight
I don't wanna lose your love tonight

This time there wasn't a knock. Hermione staggered into the room and dropped, sobbing, on the bed.

'It's ─ it's d-done!'

And she stayed there, crying, with Ron not knowing what to do. He put a hand timidly on her head and stroked it, until she calmed down a bit.

'They ─ they're going to wake up in a moment, they mustn't see us ─'

Half an hour later they were standing, disillusioned, in the garden, watching Hermione's parents leaving by taxi.

Now calm, she sighed deeply and said, 'Well, I'll have to make dinner. I'm not a very good cook, though, you know … would you like to eat pizza?'

'Eat what?'

She looked at him, astonished.

'Pizza - you've never eaten it? Oh, you'll see.'

And after eating pizza and watching some TV, they set off upstairs; Ron to his bedroom, Hermione to have a shower.

After a warm shower, she walked slowly to the window facing the backyard; the moon cast her beams upon the pool water, the summer breeze brushed her face, and down below, sitting absently, was a tall, thin boy, whose hair gleamed with sparkles of red. She loved when light did that to his hair. But - what? She had never thought of that word … Love … As she could.

Then, suddenly, Crookshanks jumped straight at Ron's shoulders. He looked sideways startled and then, unexpectedly, he stroke the cat's head.

'Nice night for a walk, eh?' he said, and at the same moment he felt a drop fall on his nose. Looking up, he saw ─ 'Hermione! What are you doing?'

Hermione was leaned through the upper window, her wet curls hanging down. She blushed. Oh my God, he'll notice I was staring at him!

'N-nothing! Just wondering why are you outside this late?'

'Releasing Pig, Mum just sent me a letter,' he rolled his eyes, 'and I had to answer it. I reckoned I couldn't let it go from the front window of my room.'

'Oh.'

'And then I paused to thi— to take a breath, you know.'

'I see.'

Trying to stop my hands from shakin'
Somethin' in my mind's not makin' sense

A soft pop made Ron start again.

'So what were you thinking about?' Hermione said, appearing and sitting down behind him.

'W ─ what? Thinking?'

'Yes, don't you think of anything?'

'Well …' He chose one of the matters that concerned him. 'Well, you know, I haven't told you but, I was doing a bit of … stuff. But I'll show you at The Burrow.'

They stood in silence for a while. And Hermione thought. What if …? No, no; no way. But … if she only …? She needed a hint of something … And then, slowly, Ron's head dropped on her shoulder, and that was all she needed to beginning talking.

'Ron, you know, I've been thinking about … certain things that I could possibly feel … because after Dumbledore's funeral … err … well, you know, it seemed to me that you … err might feel something about … well, you … and perhaps me … and ─'

A big snore cut her off. So she'd been talking to the walls!

'Ron!'

'Eh? What?' He straightened up and looked at her, and then realising where he was resting, he flushed and stood up.

'You know, I think I fell asleep ─ I'm tired ─ we ─ we need to go to sleep ─ Good night ─'

He disapparated with a faint crack, and Hermione thought that she couldn't help but thank him for stopping her making such a big mistake, when she knew very well it could never happen.

It's been a while since we were all alone
I can't hide the way I'm feelin'