The Letters to No One - Romione

Chapter 8

'You're late,' Hermione said with a smile as Ron almost ran up the high street towards the bench where she was sat. She pretended to look at her watch, shaking her head, as she had done everyday for the past week when Ron showed up late. It didn't matter though and she didn't mind waiting anymore. Not now when she knew that he was definitely coming.

'I'm sorry,' Ron panted trying to get his breath back as he sat down next to her, 'I really try to be on time but someone always seems to stop me.'

'I'm joking,' Hermione smiled and Ron looked back at her with that goofy smile on his freckled face that made Hermione's heart race. 'I don't mind waiting.'

'I just feel like I'm letting you down,' Ron replied with genuine dismay in his voice.

'Forget it,' Hermione said with a comforting smile. 'The park?'

They had sat in the park everyday, just sat side by side swinging back and forth and talking about anything and everything that came to mind. It was comforting and peaceful to have someone to talk to, someone that would really listen to what they had to say.

Ron stood up from the bench and stretched out his hand towards her, gently pulling her up as she stood. They began walking slowly towards the park, hand in hand, watching as the sky began to turn grey as dark clouds began to cover the sky. The two ignored it as they carried on talking.

'So what was it this morning?' Hermione asked.

'Fred and George tried to set off some fireworks and Mum went crazy,' Ron said, almost laughing as he recalled the events of that morning.

'They set of fireworks?' Hermione asked in shock, 'In the house?'

'Well yeah..' Ron muttered, 'but they were special indoor ones.' He added, knowing that technically he wasn't lying just slightly rewording the truth. Ron found that he had been doing that a lot recently and however much he hated it, he knew that it was for the best. 

When Hermione had asked him what school he went to he vaguely went out about a boarding school right up at the north of the country, leaving out as many details as humanly possible. 

When she'd asked him what he wanted to do when he was older he vaguely mentioned that he would quite like to work for the ministry, purposefully leaving out which one. 

A large crack of thunder in the sky shocked both of them and Ron practically jumped in fright as rain started falling from the sky at an alarming rate.

'Maybe we shouldn't go to the park then,' Ron laughed, already soaked through.

'My house is just round the corner,' Hermione suggested just wanting to get out of the rain. Ron nodded his head and the two hurried in the opposite direction to where Hermione's house was. By the time they reached the front door they were practically running wanting to get about from the storm. Another crack of thunder sounded following closely by a flash of lightning as Hermione fumbled in her bag trying her best to find her key. By the time she finally found the key her fingers were so cold they were shaking and she could hardly hold the key let alone use it to open the door.

'Here, let me do that,' Ron said taking the key from her and unlocking the door. The two hurried inside and stood in the hallway, dripping wet. Hermione hurried off to go and get towels, while Ron stood and looked around taking it all in. The house was so tidy, everything had it's proper place but to Ron's surprise it felt homely. In a way that you would never expect. 

'So much for summer,' Hermione said with a smile as she handed Ron a towel. 'Just make yourself at home,' she added before hurrying upstairs to get changed. Ron took off his jacket and t-shirt which were soaked through in an attempt to stop shaking. He decided it was probably best to keep his shorts on, already feeling awkward enough and used the towel to quickly dry his hair before wrapping it tightly around him.

'I thought you might like this,' Hermione said throwing a large hoody at him. 'I thought it would probably be better than a soaking wet t-shirt.' 

'Thanks,' Ron replied, feeling slightly self conscious as he changed, placing the towel down onto the sofa so he could sit on it. Hermione smiled at him before taking the seat next to him on the sofa. 

'Do you want to watch something on TV?' Hermione asked and Ron simply nodded his head in response, having never watched TV before and not really knowing what to expect. Harry had told him about it having spent his life growing up with muggles, but Ron rarely left the wizarding world. With the exception of his daily visits to meet Hermione over the past week. He watched Hermione pick up the remote and press a few buttons watching as the black screen came to life with moving pictures. 

'What do you want to watch?' Hermione asked.

'Whatever.' Ron replied, 'I'm fine with anything.' Ron watched as Hermione put on some television show that she loved but he had never heard of and although it was fascinating to watch he soon found himself getting distracted. 

'Is that you?' Ron asked pointing to a photo on top of the fireplace, where a little girl sat smiling up at the camera. Ron had completely forgotten that muggle photos didn't move, having spent his whole life with the people in the frames moving about at their heart's content.

'Yeah,' It was taken on my 2nd birthday,' Hermione said with a smile.

'You look cute,' Ron said as Hermione blushed, turning away from the TV screen to look at him. 'You have the same hair,' Ron laughed and Hermione self consciously ran a hand through her hair. 

'I like it,' Ron said brushing a strand from her face, trying to be as calm as possible but knew that he didn't want to screw this up. It was a hurried decision made in less than a second that made him pick up the courage and kiss her. At first it shocked both of them but after a moment it felt right and magical. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer towards her, feeling as if she never wanted to let go. An overwhelming sense of happiness sprouting over her as their kissing became more frantic as if they never wanted to be apart for a moment longer. It was in that moment that Hermione realised that once again she couldn't control her feelings but this time, unlike all the others, she was not alone. She tried to fight it but knew that it was no use.

She pulled away, trying to push these thoughts and feelings to the back of her mind, but it was impossible as she rested her forehead against Ron's. They were both grinning like idiots slowly breathing and for a second Hermione forgot what she was worried about.

But then Ron looked up and there was absolutely nothing that she could do to hide the small set of fireworks that were exploding silently above them.