Those Little Moments
Things I Own: A flamingo pen, four pairs of orange underwear, and a new camera case.
Things I Don't: Harry Potter.
WARNING:This OneShot contains massive amounts of fluff that may be hazardous to your health. Proceed with caution. Oh, and it's also extremely short.
At two 'o clock in the morning, one Hermione Granger made her way down the cold, narrow hallway of the Borrow wrapped in a cozy blanket and dreading the next day. As she slowly trudged her way down a small flight of stairs that led to another landing, she felt guilty for not wanting to leave. After all, she hadn't seen her parents in a few months. Though she didn't see the Weasleys much either, she still saw them more often. Hermione loved her parents; shouldn't she want to spend the remainder of her Christmas holidays with them? That was the deal –spend the first half of the break with the Weasleys and Harry, then spend the second half, starting New Years Day, with her parents. At the time is seemed like a great arrangement. Only now she was dreading it.
This past September, the first September after the war, Hermione had gone back to Hogwarts to complete her seventh year. And only Hermione. Ron and Harry had declined the offer to go back and started to work; Harry training as an Auror, and Ron helping out George at the joke shop, although in another year or two, he too would be going in for Auror training.
Though she had friends there, and the Head Girl position, she still missed them terribly. McGonagall had given her special privileges because she was Head Girl and because she had practically begged the older woman to. Therefore, on Saturday, Hermione was allowed a visitor or two, but that was it. Just one day out of a whole week. Four times a month. That was all she got to see them. Sure, they kept in touch with letters almost everyday, but she missed her friends, Ron especially. After all, she wasn't snogging all her other friends.
The thought made her smile. These past few months had been amazing between them. Oh, they still had their fights, they were Ron and Hermione after all, but they happened less frequently and the make ups were always better. He had grown up so much these past few months, with the death of his brother, and the war, and she truly saw the man he had become. And she loved it. She loved him.
Finally, she reached the last stair, and rounded the corner into the cozy living room. She just wanted to spend some time down here before she left in the morning, just to think about some things. Ron, in particular. And how difficult tomorrow would be, and how much she was dreading it.
As she fully stepped into the room, she saw a fire had been lit, and the couch had been occupied by one very tall, very freckly, very red-haired person. She spoke softly as she approached him.
He turned around and glanced at her, startled. "Hey." He made some room next to him. "What're you doing out of bed?"
She shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. You?"
"Yeah," he said, as she took a seat next to him. "Couldn't sleep."
There was a comfortable silence as Ron put his arm around her, and she snuggled into his side. "I don't want to go home tomorrow," she mumbled into his shoulder.
"I don't want you to go home either," he sighed, and kissed the top of her head.
Minutes passed in silence, each with their separate thoughts. It was suddenly broken by Ron.
"You know I love you, right?"
She smiled into the dimness of the room. Never ever, ever would she tire of hearing those three words come from his mouth. "I know. And you know I love you too, right?" This time she felt him smile into her hair.
"I know. I know." There was a slight pause as he considered his next words. "I know this may sound incredibly stupid, Hermione, but I was wondering… What exactly, do you, you know. Love about me?"
She turned her body so it as facing his, and stared at him. Just stared at him. Was he serious? What was there not to love? He noticed her gaze and dropped his eyes as his cheeks and ears turned a shade of vibrant shade of red. "Never mind," he mumbled. "I knew it was stupid to ask—"
"No, no!" she interrupted him. "I was just surprised, is all." She hesitated before she asked her question. "What brought this on?"
He hesitated before answering, unsure of what to say. "I dunno. I just… I was just wondering." He shrugged.
She thought about his question for a minute. The incredible things came to mind first, followed by the not so incredible things. Yes, he could be an arse, and stubborn, and just down right annoying, but without all that he wouldn't be Ron. He noticed her silence and shook his head slightly. "Never mind. I told you it was stupid."
"No," she said quietly. "It's not." She sat up straighter and turned on the old couch to face him.
She lightly kissed his forehead. "I love you because you are, without a doubt, the bravest person I know."
He scoffed. "Harry…"
She glared at him for interrupting her. "Harry had no choice. It was his destiny. He had to do it. You? You didn't have to. You chose to put your life on the line and help out a friend. That's true bravery."
She shifted into a more comfortable position on her knees, so now they both could met eye-to-eye.
"I love you because you're beautiful, inside and out." She planted a kiss on his left cheek.
He rolled his eyes. "Beautiful, Hermione? Really? Couldn't you pick something a little more, I dunno, manly?"
It was her turn to roll her eyes. "Manly? You mean like handsome? Rugged?" Her voice dropped and octave or two. "Sexy?" She smirked as she saw him swallow hard.
He seemed a bit flustered as he answered. "Um, yeah." He cleared his throat. "Those would work."
She gave a happy little laugh and continued to speak to him. "I love you because, as much as you're unwilling to admit it, you have a brilliant brain." She landed a kiss on his right cheek. He opened his mouth, about to object, but she got there first. "And don't you dare deny it, Ronald Weasley. Do you honestly think I'd be with someone who was stupid? Honestly? You have a brilliant brain. You just to use it a little more," she said with a slight smile. She giggled when he stuck his tongue out at her.
She became serious once more. "Do you know what I love most about you?"
He shook his head.
"I love that you're stubborn. I love that you're an arse. I love that you make me laugh and cry and act completely insane. I love your loyalty, and your will to do the right thing. I love that you're sometimes insensitive, and sometimes arrogant. I love that you love your family, and your friends. I love everything you do, because without it all, you wouldn't be you. And that's what I love the most: all the little things that make you you."
Ron was speechless. Absolutely speechless. Everything she just said, from every little sentence to every little letter, made him fall impossibly more in love with her.
"You're amazing," he breathed in astonishment. He had no idea she thought all that.
"I'm just simply stating the facts," she said. "You're the one who inspired all of that."
He couldn't help but kiss her after her declaration. To not would be a crime. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and she responded eagerly.
Even though it was around 2:30 in the morning, and she was leaving in a few hours, and wouldn't see him for a whole other week, Hermione couldn't help but smile through the kiss.
He was truly her inspiration for everything.
Anyway guys, I'm so sorry for the wait. And I'm sorry that this chapter is really short. Tomorrow, I will be leaving, well, everything for about a month, but after I really intend to focus on this story a little more!
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