Ron knew the colour well.
When he was younger, green was the colour of Percy's Christmas sweater, and he would dread seeing Percy because of the inevitable don't eat the Christmas pudding, Ron or the wear your sweater and stop complaining, Ron.
Then green became the colour of Harry's eyes. He began to resent Harry Potter and his green eyes and all the attention he got from them. Ron had nice eyes. But hus weren't Lily's eyes, they weren't special, they weren't that precise shade of emerald green.
Green in Hogwarts was the colour of snakes and the colour of bigotry. He hated seeing the colour because it was always followed up with an insult or a hex. He was glad that Slytherin never won the house cup when he was around. He wouldn't be able to stomach eating in the Great Hall with green hanging around him.
Green was his least favourite colour of Jello and his least favourite room in the Burrow and the colour of puke.
More than that, he learned that green was the colour of the dreaded avada kedavra, the colour of death and the colour of You-Know-Who. Green was his sign suspended in the air, green was the death eaters, many of which killed his friends in the battle of Hogwarts. For years after the battle, he had nightmares of flashing green lights. He saw his entire family killed in front of his eyes. He saw Harry and Hermione dead.
He would get paranoid upon even seeing emerald green. He refused to eat anything green for two months after the war ended. By that point, Hermione had convinced him to go to a muggle psychologist and that helped him a lot.
But green was death to Ron, and that would never change.
For Hermione on the other hand, green was life.
Hermione had to grow a plant in grade school as a project. She borrowed multiple books from the library about plant keeping and made her little sprout grow up the fastest in her class. The teacher praised her. In her satisfaction, the didn't even notice her classmates' envy.
Green was the colour of her favourite chair in her dad's dental clinic. She could sit in it for hours on end, reading a science book from start to finish in one go, and then her parents would be done with work and bring her out for some healthy oat bars (no sugar, no tooth decay).
When she got to Hogwarts, green was the colour of her first potion ever made. It was the colour of the hats she sewed for the elves and the colour of her hairbrush every night. Green was the colour ink her parents used to write her letters and the colour ink she used to review Harry and Ron's papers. She wouldn't let them know she enjoyed it, but she did.
Although green was the colour of Slytherin, green was also the colour of Hogwarts: A History and her favourite jam in the breakfast buffet.
During the war, green was a desperately needed sign of life. Green was the colour of the option she used to heal Ron's splinched arm and the colour of most of the protection spells she learned. Green killed, but green healed more. Green meant something or someone had survived, and that was better than nothing. Green was the colour of the grass on the hill beside Bill and Fleur's cottage, the place of her rest after torture.
After the war, she held on to green mugs and planted a window flower box in her apartment with Ron, hiding it so he wouldn't get freaked out by the colour.
Green was life to Hermione. Green was hope.
Maybe Hermione and Ron's experiences of green are different. So? At the end of the day, green is just a colour. Its the experiences behind it which shapes its true meaning.
AN: whoops this is supposed to be a romione fic isn't it well looks like I have gone rogue
I'm really not sure what made me update this book seeing that the last time I did was over 1.5 years ago but oh well look which piece of trash is back AGAIN
yeah that's all please correct me if I got some canon info wrong
Byee who knows when I'll next update this book lol
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Romione oneshots
FanfictionJust some random oneshots of a Romione shipper. {all stories and content belong to Joanne Katherine Rowling, and thanks to her for the wonderful world she opened up to us through her writing}