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She was never one to be whisked away in the tales of white horses and shining knights. She didn’t think love at first sight was possible, let alone probable. She didn’t fawn—barely daydreamed. She wouldn’t allow herself.
But there was something about him, coming down the Burrow stairs, that took her breath away. The day itself was anything but romantic; it was the first day in practically a month without a funeral planned. The entire Weasley clan moved about their house, merely ghosts of what they once were. The light would come back to their eyes every now and again—like when Teddy came around or someone found a Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes product hiding in a cabinet—but for the most part it was emotionally draining just to sit in the garden.
Harry had been busy with Kingsley, serving as a representative of the younger generation on the committee that was dedicated to rebuilding the ministry. When he did floo into the Weasley household, he only craved the presence of Ginny.
Hermione spent her days in the garden or in Ron’s room, researching travel methods and spells for repairing memories. She would visit Australia in July, accompanied by Kingsley and whatever Order members felt like coming to support her. In the meantime, she gave herself the permission to mourn, breaking down a few times each day, sometimes in the comforts of Ginny’s room and other times in front of the whole family.
She mourned the loss of her friends, the absence of her family, the destruction of the school she depended on and the disintegration of her innocence.
No one judge her—they all felt her pain. Molly fell apart at each meal, Arthur excused himself every time there was a pause in conversation, George buried himself in his room, and Percy was almost always on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
And then there was Ron. Striding down the stairs, his posture strong, his expression even stronger. He cried as they laid Fred to rest, but even then he held his mother in his arms, preventing her from crumbling to the ground.
Hermione did not know where this strength came from. She envied it slightly. Mostly she craved it.
“It’s nice waking up and not having to put on black,” he said as he brushed past her. She mindlessly toyed with her spoon that sat in much too soggy cereal as she watched him examining breakfast options.
“What happened to those muffins mum made?” It took Hermione a moment to escape her inner thoughts and realize the question was pointed at her.
“Um, I believe Charlie snagged them. He was running late for his portkey.”
“Damn, I was looking forward to having one. Oh well, I guess he can have ‘em. It’ll be the last of mum’s cooking he’ll have until the holidays.” Ron closed the pantry, turning to face his still-unofficial-girlfriend. The morning light shone through the windows, illuminating the ginger haired boy. Though he wasn’t much of a boy, now was he? Still tall, but not so lean. His muscles had become more defined, his torso resembling a ‘v.’ Even his pale skin had acquired a light tan that only emphasized his freckles.
“See something you like?” He flashed the smile that was strictly reserved for Hermione. She thought of him just a few nights previously, holding her tight as she whispered all her insecurities and uncertainties into the darkness. She thought of him rocking her back and forth, placing gentle kisses on her forehead, on her eyelids, on her cheek and finally on her quivering lips.
“No.” She mustered enough courage to add dash of coyness to her tone.
“Oh really?” He moved closer to her, learning over the table to meet her eyes.
“I don’t see something I like. But I see someone I love.”
And that was all it took for him to close the gap of sexual tension and years of misunderstanding and kiss with all the strength that he had within her.
She thought back to the day that the world changed, when she first made contact with his lips. She was the one to initiate it, just as he had initiate this current kiss.
“Just so it’s clear,” he murmured against her lips, “you’re all I ever needed.”
Suddenly, she began to realize where he got his strength.
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