Author: I Write Sins Not Tragidies PM
Ron runs into an old "friend". Takes place during HBP. Ron/Hermione one-shot. COMPLETE.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Drama - Ron W. & Hermione G. - Words: 388 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-01-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6956541
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Short little Ron/Hermione drabble. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Look, I DON'T own Harry Potter.
"Won-Won!" Lavender giggles, trailing behind her boyfriend. "Slow down!" The two sprint through corridors and dash up stairs, laughing as the try to find the perfect "snogging spot".Ron stops in his tracks when he finds the perfect room, far into the depths of the castle.
He drags Lavender into the room, where they instantly start snogging senseless. They pull apart for air after a few moments, when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar looking mirror.
It takes him a while to realize where he saw it from, but when he did, he stopped breathing for a moment.
"What's wrong, Won-Won?" Lavender asks innocently, looking up at him with her blue eyes, a quizzical expression plastered on her face. When he doesn't answer, she turns around to see what he was looking at.
Her eyes widen as she starts to slowly walk up to the dusty old mirror, and her mouth spreads into a huge grin.
"Oh, do you see it too, Won-Won?" she squeals. "Us, married, and with two-and-a-half children! Oh, this mirror must tell the future!"
Ron stays quiet; that's not at all what he sees.
What he actually sees is him, surrounded by family and friends. A poster in the corner reads, "VOLDEMORT KILLED!" and with a picture of Harry, Hermione, and himself underneath.
But what surprised him was the two people in the front, intertwined with each other, looking happier than they had in a while.
Hermione and himself.
"Won-Won?" Lavender nudges him, looking worried. "Are you okay?"
Ron comes out of his daze. "Uh, yeah. Yeah." He wraps his lean, freckely arms around her waist, crashing his lips down on hers. His eyes are closed shut, and the only thing that's in his mind is what he saw in that god damned mirror.
Shit. He thinks, not really paying attention to the girl attached to his lips.
Later that night, Ron rushes into his dormitory, not noticing a very much awake Harry Potter.
"You okay, Ron?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. "You look like you saw a ghost."
Ron mumbles something inaudble, and collapses under his covers.