A/N: Yay! Another R/Hr story!
Disclaimer: All characters are J.K. Rowling's. One line (Hermione's) is from the book "Where the Heart Is" by Billie Letts.
I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended so soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside
Was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
Cry, Mandy Moore
She could see him standing in the rain, a blurry figure in the window from the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle. Hermione hurried out of the Hall, past a worried Harry, who was almost buried in a pile of untouched letters from various Quidditch teams, and out into the grayness outside. She took off her Head Girl badge and stuck it into her pocket.
She knew he could hear her coming, wet squishy footsteps against the pitter-patter of drizzly rain. He kicked a loose chunk of grass, watching it sink into the huge, slate-colored lake. A lump formed in her throat. "Ron?" He turned to face her. His eyes were so vulnerable. He sat down on the waterlogged ground, oblivious to the mud and the cold.
"You're leaving me too." It was more of a statement than a question. It tore at her heart to see him like this. But she had to leave; this place held too many memories for her. "You have to, I know." She sat down next to him, soaking her robes still more. "It's just that I-" He stopped for a second before continuing. "Don't you care for me at all?" Ron lowered his head, unable to look at her. And she knew she had to say it.
His salty tears were mingled with the raindrops rolling down his handsome, slightly freckled face. But she knew he was crying; his eyes were red and swollen. "Ron, of course I care for you." He glared at her.
"That's not what I meant and you know it." She couldn't tell him. She wouldn't be able to leave; she'd spend the rest of her life here with Ron in England. She needed time to explore her feelings, to see the world, to live on her own. Ron needed someone who would be with him all the time, constant support, and she knew she couldn't provide that. But she knew she would try if she told him. She wasn't ready for forever yet
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ron." He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders.
"I love you, Hermione. I'm in love with you. I can't live without you. I..." He dropped his hands. "I don't know what else to say." Her breath came more rapidly. She had to say it.
"I don't love you, Ron. Not in the way you need to be loved. Not in that way."
A/N: Aargh!!! ::hugs Ron:: My poor Ronniekins!!! Sorry. This whole story will put Ron through torture;or rather, Hermione will. When will she get it? Geez. Oh, and before you all kill me, I'd like to say that I am a DIEHARD R/Hr shipper! So yeah.
Disclaimer: All characters are J.K. Rowling's. One line (Hermione's) is from the book "Where the Heart Is" by Billie Letts.
I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended so soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside
Was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
Cry, Mandy Moore
She could see him standing in the rain, a blurry figure in the window from the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle. Hermione hurried out of the Hall, past a worried Harry, who was almost buried in a pile of untouched letters from various Quidditch teams, and out into the grayness outside. She took off her Head Girl badge and stuck it into her pocket.
She knew he could hear her coming, wet squishy footsteps against the pitter-patter of drizzly rain. He kicked a loose chunk of grass, watching it sink into the huge, slate-colored lake. A lump formed in her throat. "Ron?" He turned to face her. His eyes were so vulnerable. He sat down on the waterlogged ground, oblivious to the mud and the cold.
"You're leaving me too." It was more of a statement than a question. It tore at her heart to see him like this. But she had to leave; this place held too many memories for her. "You have to, I know." She sat down next to him, soaking her robes still more. "It's just that I-" He stopped for a second before continuing. "Don't you care for me at all?" Ron lowered his head, unable to look at her. And she knew she had to say it.
His salty tears were mingled with the raindrops rolling down his handsome, slightly freckled face. But she knew he was crying; his eyes were red and swollen. "Ron, of course I care for you." He glared at her.
"That's not what I meant and you know it." She couldn't tell him. She wouldn't be able to leave; she'd spend the rest of her life here with Ron in England. She needed time to explore her feelings, to see the world, to live on her own. Ron needed someone who would be with him all the time, constant support, and she knew she couldn't provide that. But she knew she would try if she told him. She wasn't ready for forever yet
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ron." He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders.
"I love you, Hermione. I'm in love with you. I can't live without you. I..." He dropped his hands. "I don't know what else to say." Her breath came more rapidly. She had to say it.
"I don't love you, Ron. Not in the way you need to be loved. Not in that way."
A/N: Aargh!!! ::hugs Ron:: My poor Ronniekins!!! Sorry. This whole story will put Ron through torture;or rather, Hermione will. When will she get it? Geez. Oh, and before you all kill me, I'd like to say that I am a DIEHARD R/Hr shipper! So yeah.