Ficlet: 20 Years Later
Fic: 20 Years Later
Pairing: Post-OBHWF-divorce, HHR
Rating: PG13
Sequel to I Love You More
Summary: Ron finds out...angst ensues.
It turns out I wasn't imagining anything. That part of me I was burying deep inside was right.
Rose does have my mother's eyes. And someone finally noticed. Seamus, to be precise.
Ron thought it was funny (“Can you imagine, Harry? Seamus thinks you and Hermione... you know”). Until he came home from work and tried to have a good laugh with Hermione at the idea.
She is a terrible liar.
But at least she managed to Apparate away before Ron's hex hit her.
It's not perfect yet. Because not only do we have bills and dishes and apparently, a kid, (or two? Hermione cries and says she doesn't know: Hugo looks exactly like Mr. Granger) we also have angry owls from Weasleys (and I guess, Weasley - Potters), howlers that scream and spit about betrayal and hurt.
But they forget. Forget that Hermione tried to break it off with Ron. He was persistent, and on the verge of breakdown. She had no choice, because she loved him, a little bit. She couldn't stand to watch him crumble.
They forget that my relationship with Ginny was non-existent for three years after the war. I was broken, and Hermione put me back together, but then she married Ron. I slept with Ginny on the night of their wedding. What else was there for me to do?
I had slept with Hermione the night before.
She had been adamant with Ron that they must wait until after the wedding. Her tears dripped on the floor as she confessed (to me) this was only because she wanted me first.
I keep myself up at night, wondering if it could have been perfect. If we could have jumped off the train before it started racing so fast towards a canyon that all hope was lost.
Then I think, it is perfect anyway. We are together, with all the trappings now. And even though it was wrong, everything we did all those years, now it is finally right.
Pairing: Post-OBHWF-divorce, HHR
Rating: PG13
Sequel to I Love You More
Summary: Ron finds out...angst ensues.
It turns out I wasn't imagining anything. That part of me I was burying deep inside was right.
Rose does have my mother's eyes. And someone finally noticed. Seamus, to be precise.
Ron thought it was funny (“Can you imagine, Harry? Seamus thinks you and Hermione... you know”). Until he came home from work and tried to have a good laugh with Hermione at the idea.
She is a terrible liar.
But at least she managed to Apparate away before Ron's hex hit her.
It's not perfect yet. Because not only do we have bills and dishes and apparently, a kid, (or two? Hermione cries and says she doesn't know: Hugo looks exactly like Mr. Granger) we also have angry owls from Weasleys (and I guess, Weasley - Potters), howlers that scream and spit about betrayal and hurt.
But they forget. Forget that Hermione tried to break it off with Ron. He was persistent, and on the verge of breakdown. She had no choice, because she loved him, a little bit. She couldn't stand to watch him crumble.
They forget that my relationship with Ginny was non-existent for three years after the war. I was broken, and Hermione put me back together, but then she married Ron. I slept with Ginny on the night of their wedding. What else was there for me to do?
I had slept with Hermione the night before.
She had been adamant with Ron that they must wait until after the wedding. Her tears dripped on the floor as she confessed (to me) this was only because she wanted me first.
I keep myself up at night, wondering if it could have been perfect. If we could have jumped off the train before it started racing so fast towards a canyon that all hope was lost.
Then I think, it is perfect anyway. We are together, with all the trappings now. And even though it was wrong, everything we did all those years, now it is finally right.