Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going... (Ron/Hermione)
Title: Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going...
Author: Shanae/Marnae
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Prompt: PG
Rating: Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going...
Warnings: None
Word Count: 618
Summary: Harry has disappeared without a word, Voldemort has given them one hour to make a decision, and Ron and Hermione have assured themselves that their family is alive despite its losses. All that’s left is for them to face each other...
She looked up across the Great Hall. His family had left to tend to those on the grounds outside and in various places throughout the castle.
She closed her eyes, her courage faltering. She couldn’t do it; she couldn’t talk to him. Yes, she knew she was being stubborn, but that didn’t change the fact that she didn’t know what to do.
Yes, they’d kissed and in that moment in the familiar hallway of the castle, things were blissfully perfect between them despite the war and terror surrounding them.
Each event that followed: the Fiendfyre in the Room of Requirement, Fred’s death, the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow, Voldemort murdering Snape, each event they’d experienced together. But that didn’t help smooth the awkwardness she felt after jumping into Ron’s arms.
Things had been so strained after his departure. She didn’t know how to help her best friend in his lifelong mission while solving things where her heart was concerned at the same time. And now, with that one action, he acted as if things were magically back to the happiness they felt when they were together.
Yet she had her doubts.
Having convinced herself that she couldn’t have that talk right now, she turned around and found herself toe to toe with him.
She raised her eyes to look up at Ron.
“Hi,” she said, her throat suddenly dry.
Ron reached with his fingers and gently stroked her cheek.
“I know this isn’t easy for you,” he said. “And I don’t expect things to be perfect.”
“Ron, this isn’t about things being perfect, it’s about-“
He put his hand over her lips.
“Just hear me out.”
Removing his hand, he guided her to the table and sat.
“I’ve been here,” he started. “I’ve just been the poopy me.”
Hermione smiled. Only Ron would come up with an apology relating to poop.
“I’m sorry.”
She looked up into his eyes. Confused more than ever, she didn’t know what to say, but she knew she wanted to be the one doing the talking because the more he spoke the more confused she’d become.
“Ron, we’re in the middle of a war,” she began, looking around the Great Hall. “I’m just not ready to make decisions like this with all the emotions - I’m more confused than anything. We just need to wait for another time to have this conversation.”
“If you don’t let yourself trust your emotions now, there may not be another time.”
She looked up at him, wanting more than anything to trust him, but the logic in her head spoke louder than anything else.
“Ron, I can’t…”
“Hermione,” he said, wanting her to understand what he meant, he pulled himself around so he could look straight into her eyes and see nothing else. “I love you. I’m more in love with you than I could have ever possibly imagined. And if your brain tells you that you’re too scared to join me, I’ll pull you in after me. We’ve wasted too many years of our lives apart, and if we only have an hour left, I want to give you my heart so completely that there’s no turning back. Please come with me?”
She stared at him. A million thoughts running through her head, but the overwhelming sensation came, and for the second time that day, she took it.
Suddenly she was so completely in Ron’s arms, her arms pulling him against her, her lips pressed against his, tears running down her face.
She’d made her decision, and the only thing she hoped for was that she’d have more than an hour to fall deeper into that oblivion of love Ron had opened up in her heart.
Author: Shanae/Marnae
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Prompt: PG
Rating: Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going...
Warnings: None
Word Count: 618
Summary: Harry has disappeared without a word, Voldemort has given them one hour to make a decision, and Ron and Hermione have assured themselves that their family is alive despite its losses. All that’s left is for them to face each other...
She looked up across the Great Hall. His family had left to tend to those on the grounds outside and in various places throughout the castle.
She closed her eyes, her courage faltering. She couldn’t do it; she couldn’t talk to him. Yes, she knew she was being stubborn, but that didn’t change the fact that she didn’t know what to do.
Yes, they’d kissed and in that moment in the familiar hallway of the castle, things were blissfully perfect between them despite the war and terror surrounding them.
Each event that followed: the Fiendfyre in the Room of Requirement, Fred’s death, the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow, Voldemort murdering Snape, each event they’d experienced together. But that didn’t help smooth the awkwardness she felt after jumping into Ron’s arms.
Things had been so strained after his departure. She didn’t know how to help her best friend in his lifelong mission while solving things where her heart was concerned at the same time. And now, with that one action, he acted as if things were magically back to the happiness they felt when they were together.
Yet she had her doubts.
Having convinced herself that she couldn’t have that talk right now, she turned around and found herself toe to toe with him.
She raised her eyes to look up at Ron.
“Hi,” she said, her throat suddenly dry.
Ron reached with his fingers and gently stroked her cheek.
“I know this isn’t easy for you,” he said. “And I don’t expect things to be perfect.”
“Ron, this isn’t about things being perfect, it’s about-“
He put his hand over her lips.
“Just hear me out.”
Removing his hand, he guided her to the table and sat.
“I’ve been here,” he started. “I’ve just been the poopy me.”
Hermione smiled. Only Ron would come up with an apology relating to poop.
“I’m sorry.”
She looked up into his eyes. Confused more than ever, she didn’t know what to say, but she knew she wanted to be the one doing the talking because the more he spoke the more confused she’d become.
“Ron, we’re in the middle of a war,” she began, looking around the Great Hall. “I’m just not ready to make decisions like this with all the emotions - I’m more confused than anything. We just need to wait for another time to have this conversation.”
“If you don’t let yourself trust your emotions now, there may not be another time.”
She looked up at him, wanting more than anything to trust him, but the logic in her head spoke louder than anything else.
“Ron, I can’t…”
“Hermione,” he said, wanting her to understand what he meant, he pulled himself around so he could look straight into her eyes and see nothing else. “I love you. I’m more in love with you than I could have ever possibly imagined. And if your brain tells you that you’re too scared to join me, I’ll pull you in after me. We’ve wasted too many years of our lives apart, and if we only have an hour left, I want to give you my heart so completely that there’s no turning back. Please come with me?”
She stared at him. A million thoughts running through her head, but the overwhelming sensation came, and for the second time that day, she took it.
Suddenly she was so completely in Ron’s arms, her arms pulling him against her, her lips pressed against his, tears running down her face.
She’d made her decision, and the only thing she hoped for was that she’d have more than an hour to fall deeper into that oblivion of love Ron had opened up in her heart.