A/N: I'm not sure how to describe this story. It's too short to be just a one-shot, but too descriptive to be a drabble. I'm so complex sometimes. :P Either way, enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine.

"Beauty"

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Sorry?"

It was months after Dumbledore's funeral and Harry, Hermione and I were in hiding. I can't say where, it's still a safe haven for us during our travels, but it was looking over an uncivilized valley for miles.

"The lake. Isn't it beautiful?"

Hermione knew just the questions to ask a bloke if you wanted to leave him between a hard place and a rock. If I agreed with her she'd certainly warm up to me, but that wouldn't be very masculine either. And a bloke can't be stripped of his dignity like that.

"Ron?"

She turned around to face me to see why I hadn't replied. She cocked her head and wrapped her sweater tighter against her body to stop the chill. Her lips were chapped, her hair was mussed. Her deep brown eyes were looking directly into mine and I've never seen anything as remotely beautiful as that.

I shrugged.

"I've seen better."

End.

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