Ron swallowed the lump in his throat - his pride, as he stepped into the library. It was quiet, everything was still, and Ron was convinced that he could hear his own heartbeat ringing through the acoustics of the hall.
Hermione sat at the back, a tall stack of books next to her as she ferociously flicked through the pages of a large book in front of her, frowning, clearly exasperated.
"Hi," He said softly, his voice low and raspy.
Hermione looked up and took a beat before replying, "Hi," She said simply, going back to her work.
Ron looked around, but luckily he didn't have an audience, trust Hermione to be in the library when she didn't have to be...
He sat opposite her and watched her for a few seconds, "I came to meet you," he mumbled, "wanted to know if you wanted to go for a walk?"
Hermione looked up, over his head and out of the window, "It's raining, Ronald,"
Ron felt the tips of his ears burn up as he flustered a reply.
"Oh - well... I just..." He tailed off, chewing the inside of his lip thinking of exactly what he wanted to say, "I came here to tell you I'm sorry," He muttered, feeling sorrowful, his eyes burning into her stance as she continued to flick manically. She still said nothing, Hermione was going to put him through his paces, that's for sure, "You don't know how lovely you are," He whispered softly, and Hermione stopped slowly, looking up, her face breaking slightly, "You sat with me for hours in the hospital wing, didn't you?" and Hermione's face flushed pink slightly, "I could feel you holding my hand..." He smiled.
Hermione's eyes darted away, closing the book on her lap and sliding it away, "I didn't want to leave you on your own..." She said, playing with the hem of her skirt.
Ron exhaled with a sigh and smiled gently, "Would you like to go for that walk now?" he asked.
"Yes," Hermione nodded, a small smile beginning to spread across her face, "I'd like that..."
Ron/Hermione - "you don't know how lovely you are" (occurs in HBP when Ron leaves the hospital wing)
Hermione sat at the back, a tall stack of books next to her as she ferociously flicked through the pages of a large book in front of her, frowning, clearly exasperated.
"Hi," He said softly, his voice low and raspy.
Hermione looked up and took a beat before replying, "Hi," She said simply, going back to her work.
Ron looked around, but luckily he didn't have an audience, trust Hermione to be in the library when she didn't have to be...
He sat opposite her and watched her for a few seconds, "I came to meet you," he mumbled, "wanted to know if you wanted to go for a walk?"
Hermione looked up, over his head and out of the window, "It's raining, Ronald,"
Ron felt the tips of his ears burn up as he flustered a reply.
"Oh - well... I just..." He tailed off, chewing the inside of his lip thinking of exactly what he wanted to say, "I came here to tell you I'm sorry," He muttered, feeling sorrowful, his eyes burning into her stance as she continued to flick manically. She still said nothing, Hermione was going to put him through his paces, that's for sure, "You don't know how lovely you are," He whispered softly, and Hermione stopped slowly, looking up, her face breaking slightly, "You sat with me for hours in the hospital wing, didn't you?" and Hermione's face flushed pink slightly, "I could feel you holding my hand..." He smiled.
Hermione's eyes darted away, closing the book on her lap and sliding it away, "I didn't want to leave you on your own..." She said, playing with the hem of her skirt.
Ron exhaled with a sigh and smiled gently, "Would you like to go for that walk now?" he asked.
"Yes," Hermione nodded, a small smile beginning to spread across her face, "I'd like that..."