Lights Will Guide You Home
Ron/Hermione | G | 205 words “I love you,” he whispered, chest heaving with the weight of his confession. Title from Fix You by Coldplay.
The couple broke apart. Hands caressing cheeks and hair falling into eyes, he lent his forehead against hers, exhaling onto her pink tinted lips. “I love you,” he whispered, chest heaving with the weight of his confession. “I know,” she replied, moving a loose strand of ginger hair away from the deep cut on his temple. “I had to tell you. With everything going on, I might…might not get the chance again,” he ran his thumbs along her jaw line. “I know,” she whispered, mouth curving into a sad smile. He lent forwards, placing a sweet kiss to her cupid’s bow. Her smile became more pronounced as she leant into his touch, inhaling the smell that was just so Ron. A loud bang! made them jump apart, fingers still interlocked and matching scared expressions gracing their features. A light dust fell from the stonework above them, and they both watched as another pair came bursting into the space in front of them, spells being flung with little care. “Go,” he said, pulling her away from the duel and into an alcove. “What? No, no. I won’t leave you,” she insisted, grasping his hand tighter. He kissed her slim fingers, “I’ll come after you. I promise.”
The couple broke apart. Hands caressing cheeks and hair falling into eyes, he lent his forehead against hers, exhaling onto her pink tinted lips. “I love you,” he whispered, chest heaving with the weight of his confession. “I know,” she replied, moving a loose strand of ginger hair away from the deep cut on his temple. “I had to tell you. With everything going on, I might…might not get the chance again,” he ran his thumbs along her jaw line. “I know,” she whispered, mouth curving into a sad smile. He lent forwards, placing a sweet kiss to her cupid’s bow. Her smile became more pronounced as she leant into his touch, inhaling the smell that was just so Ron. A loud bang! made them jump apart, fingers still interlocked and matching scared expressions gracing their features. A light dust fell from the stonework above them, and they both watched as another pair came bursting into the space in front of them, spells being flung with little care. “Go,” he said, pulling her away from the duel and into an alcove. “What? No, no. I won’t leave you,” she insisted, grasping his hand tighter. He kissed her slim fingers, “I’ll come after you. I promise.”