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A foggy mist sheltered a dock which lay on a dark lake. Hermione and Ron were sitting on a bench covered in graffiti from the students and people that had once occupied the spot. They held hands and shared small kisses while the fog grew thinner as the sun began to peak over the mountains in the distance. It was like a fairytale as Ron stood up and looked into Hermione’s eyes, and crouched to one knee and took her hand. She gasped, and Ron did the thing he had been anxious for his whole life since meeting her. She nodded in acceptance as the sun reached over the mountains, the sun reflecting over the lake and onto the dock. Suddenly the image of perfect ness broke and blurred.
Horrified, Ron sat up in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead and onto his sheets. ‘What the bloody hell was that all about?” He thought to himself confused.
Ron Weasley
Hp Fandom
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Horrified, Ron sat up in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead and onto his sheets. ‘What the bloody hell was that all about?” He thought to himself confused.
Ron Weasley
Hp Fandom
158 Words