Instinct Over Thought
Title: Instinct Over Thought
Author: pili204
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 437
Date Published: April 16, 2010
Author's Note: Originally written for rwhg_ldws's Round 3, Challenge 3; Prompt: Protector (further condition that it must be written in the first person PoV).
It's complicated to feel so much and so deeply about someone, especially if that someone is hurting. There are moments when all I want is to reach out, soothe his pain, and protect him from his demons… and yet I don't know when it's welcome or when he needs his space. This thing between us, this something that's more than a friendship but something that I can't name or define now, is all too new. I don't know how to act around him. Do I let my instincts take over or do I stop and think first?
"Not fair," he says as he punches the tree in front of him. "Not bloody fair."
Without thinking, I run to his side and put a stop to his punching fist. "Stop, Ron. Please stop."
"It's not fair," he repeats between strangled sobs.
I mutter a healing charm and place a soft kiss in his still closed fist. Then, I open it slowly and intertwine his hand with mine, giving it a slight squeeze.
He finally looks up. "Fred… he had so much going for him. It should have been me."
"No. Don't say that."
"It's true, Hermione. He had a successful business, everyone loved him, my mum… she's lost; she hasn't stopped crying. And George… Merlin, I don't know how George is going to cope. But if it had been me¬-"
"Don't." He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine.
I don't want to hear him say it. I can't stand to hear the pain in his voice. "It wasn't you. You can't dwell on what didn't happen. And if it had been you, I wouldn't… I couldn't… I don't even want to think about it."
"I don't know how to act, what to say, or what to do. I feel lost."
"Fred dying, Ron… it wasn't your fault. You do know that, right?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "It still hurts."
"Let me help you."
"You're brilliant, but I don't think you can."
"Let me try."
"How?"
I don't think; I act, letting my instincts take over. I take his face between my hands and place soft kisses on his lips, his nose, his eyelids. "I don't know if it's enough, Ron, but I love you."
I can feel the tension in his body ease away as his arms make their way around my waist. "I love you, too."
Standing there, arms around each other and not saying much, I know we both find some comfort. And that's when I discover the answer to my question. When it comes to Ron, it's always been instinct over thought.
Author: pili204
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 437
Date Published: April 16, 2010
Author's Note: Originally written for rwhg_ldws's Round 3, Challenge 3; Prompt: Protector (further condition that it must be written in the first person PoV).
It's complicated to feel so much and so deeply about someone, especially if that someone is hurting. There are moments when all I want is to reach out, soothe his pain, and protect him from his demons… and yet I don't know when it's welcome or when he needs his space. This thing between us, this something that's more than a friendship but something that I can't name or define now, is all too new. I don't know how to act around him. Do I let my instincts take over or do I stop and think first?
"Not fair," he says as he punches the tree in front of him. "Not bloody fair."
Without thinking, I run to his side and put a stop to his punching fist. "Stop, Ron. Please stop."
"It's not fair," he repeats between strangled sobs.
I mutter a healing charm and place a soft kiss in his still closed fist. Then, I open it slowly and intertwine his hand with mine, giving it a slight squeeze.
He finally looks up. "Fred… he had so much going for him. It should have been me."
"No. Don't say that."
"It's true, Hermione. He had a successful business, everyone loved him, my mum… she's lost; she hasn't stopped crying. And George… Merlin, I don't know how George is going to cope. But if it had been me¬-"
"Don't." He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine.
I don't want to hear him say it. I can't stand to hear the pain in his voice. "It wasn't you. You can't dwell on what didn't happen. And if it had been you, I wouldn't… I couldn't… I don't even want to think about it."
"I don't know how to act, what to say, or what to do. I feel lost."
"Fred dying, Ron… it wasn't your fault. You do know that, right?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "It still hurts."
"Let me help you."
"You're brilliant, but I don't think you can."
"Let me try."
"How?"
I don't think; I act, letting my instincts take over. I take his face between my hands and place soft kisses on his lips, his nose, his eyelids. "I don't know if it's enough, Ron, but I love you."
I can feel the tension in his body ease away as his arms make their way around my waist. "I love you, too."
Standing there, arms around each other and not saying much, I know we both find some comfort. And that's when I discover the answer to my question. When it comes to Ron, it's always been instinct over thought.