Drabble-ish RHr that came to me. Review, please?
DISCLAIMER: Nope. This is fanfiction, remember?
He should have been dead to her the moment he walked out of the tent.
But he wasn't. Her heart ignored her head and went on wanting him above all others. She was in love with the git, and she'd always welcome him back to her arms, though she'd beat him first.
She mused that they were like a seam in an old robe. Sometimes it split apart, but it could always be sewn back together. Even before being fixed, the threads reached for each other, yearning to be together again.
But Hermione wondered if they could be patched this time.
"Where are you, Ron?"