: Before the FuneralSummary
: It's the day of Dumbledore's funeral. As Hermione prepares herself for a hard day, she takes comfort in Ron. One Shot Ron/Hermione "getting together" story.Warning
: I will rant if you do.Word Count (if it's a story)
: 3, 230Rating
: 12 (I never use the British rating system and I don't know why)Notes
: During HBP, Jk showed us Hermione in a different light. While in the past books Hermione comfortably buried herself in her work, books and helping Harry not die, Jk showed us the woman
Hermione. Hermione, who is a seventeen year old woman with feelings.
She is a woman in love and during the book, a woman with a broken heart as she watched Ron slobber all over Lavender. While many people called Canon Rape, I ask, what did you really expect Hermione to do? Sit back and take it? Abandon all hope? Act as though everything was normal?
Sorry for the mini rant, I just did another read over the story before I post and noticed bits some people might call me out on (I've read a few of the post-HBP "what happened to Hermione?" posts at Livejournal and just thought I'd clarify myself so I don't have to repeat myself).***Before the Funeral
Placing the last of her books into the trunk at the end of her bed, Hermione closed the lid with a click
. The Hogwarts Express was going to leave after lunch, so Hermione woke early to finish packing her belongings. She would usually have had everything ready the night before, but the previous few days had taken so much out of her that for the past few nights she had simply fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Dumbledore's funeral was in an hour's time and Hermione felt too exhausted to move from the floor. It was a ghastly end to a rather dreadful year; one that she was glad was soon coming to a close. Hermione didn't feel strong enough to make it through today and was thankful she had Harry, Ron and Ginny there to help.It's Ron's fault I'm feeling especially drained. His fault I spent most of my sixth year in tears. I'm just happy he isn't with that slut anymore.
Hermione glanced at Lavender's bed; for several days it had just been the two of them sharing the dormitory, as Parvati and her sister Padma had been withdrawn from school the day after Dumbledore's death.
That itself was unpleasant, what with Lavender shooting dirty looks in her direction all the time. She still believed that Hermione had taken Ron away from her, when in reality he had just had enough. Of course, Hermione never told Lavender this, for fear of being called a liar and having her hair pulled.Lavender's so childish; she probably would start attacking me. Serves her right for being a one-dimensional slut.
When Hermione was told about the break up, she had to force her expression to something neutral, but as soon as she was alone, her face broke into a grin and the ache in her heart began to heal. She knew deep down that Ron and Lavender would never last, but when the time came, she was still surprised.They lasted quite a while for a couple that never had a proper conversation. A couple that never bonded and were obviously wrong for each other!
It wasn't that Hermione was jealous … well, she was, but the point was that to have a relationship, there needed to be a foundation and they needed to progress as a couple. Hermione doubted that Lavender knew anything about Ron, apart from how many teeth he had or what his tongue tasted like.I know more about Ron than anyone: his likes and dislikes, his hobbies and his hopes. I even know what shampoo he uses in the shower!
Hermione didn't know what Lavender had bought Ron for Christmas, but it couldn't have been anything he wanted - or liked. If it were, he would have shown it off to everyone, especially to Hermione, as they were fighting just before the holidays.Unless it was something he couldn't show in public … no, they were only going out two months when Christmas came around, they couldn't have done more than kissing, right?
Thankfully, Lavender had been taken home two days earlier. This gave Hermione some much needed time alone to reflect on how things were with her and Ron.***
Each day Hermione spent with Ron after the break up, hope would return to her healing heart and she would find herself staring longingly at him, imagining how he would ask her to be his girlfriend. The thing was, Hermione knew
Ron cared for her the way she cared about him; she had seen enough signs.
The morning after the Yule Ball, when Hermione went to talk to Ron about the night before, she had found a one-armed Viktor Krum figure on his dresser. While over the past year, he kept pestering her about what she was writing to 'Vicky' all the time. He even became quite bothered when Hermione complimented Harry a few months ago, describing her friend as 'fanciable'.
Ginny had urged Hermione numerous times to tell Ron about her feelings, and each time she declined. However, when she found out that Slughorn was hosting a Christmas party, Hermione took a chance and asked Ron to go with her - putting her heart on the line.'He'll say yes!' That's what Ginny had told me. 'You have nothing to worry about.' I won't be taking her advice for a long time …
Pulling herself up off the floor, Hermione began to silently change into her dress robes, wiping away the occasional tear. She wished her robes weren't such a happy colour, but how was she to know she would need funeral clothes this year? Granted, with the war, she really should have known, but Hermione never thought that any deaths that occurred would hit so close to her heart, or so close to home.
Checking her watch, Hermione began making her way down to the common room to meet Harry and Ron, but when she got there, she found Ron alone. He was leaning against one of the armchairs wearing robes of firebrick red, with a forlorn expression on his face.He looks so handsome in his new dress robes, Hermione thought, her heart lifting slightly. Just seeing Ron improved her mood and gave her the strength to get through the funeral.
Upon hearing Hermione coming, Ron stood up straight, his expression becoming - dare she say it? - happy. The corners of his mouth perked up into a shy smile and his eyes shined in a way that caused a lump to rise in Hermione's throat.
"You look … beautiful," Ron admitted, biting down on his bottom lip as Hermione walked over to him.
"Thank you," she said, a blush creeping up into her cheeks. Looking around the common room, she furrowed her brow and asked, "Where's Harry?"He can't be in bed still, can he? Perhaps he couldn't face the funeral, after all, this is the fourth person close to him he's lost before he's even hit seventeen.
"He's already at breakfast with Ginny," Ron explained. "I said I'd wait for you," he added quietly. Even since the fateful night they learnt about Draco and Snape and about Dumbledore's death, Ron had been acting very strangely around her. It was almost as though he wanted to ask her something, but whatever it was, it seemed to keep.
Hermione nodded and tried to think of something to fill the awkward silence. "Has the Prophet
arrived yet?" Every day they would check the newspaper for any sightings of either Snape or Malfoy and although Hermione hadn't mentioned their names today, she noticed Ron's expression harden, as though she had.
"Still no sign of where they went," Ron said bitterly, furrowing his brow irritably.
"They'll be caught soon, every wizard in Britain will be searching for them," Hermione said, wishing she had brought something up more pleasant, like the weather. "Dumbledore is … was a well liked man." The words pierced through her heart unbearably as she held back tears.
"I hope it's me who finds Snape," Ron suddenly said, not noticing Hermione pulling out a tissue from her bag. "When I'll get him, I'd like to …" Ron made a crude gesture with his hands that caused Hermione to sob loudly.
," she whispered distraughtly, feeling her eyes shine with tears. While she couldn't condone what her former professor had done, Hermione still didn't believe that violence was the answer. She would rather see Snape rot away in prison, having to live each day with what he did. "We have a … a funeral to go to … could we not … you know … talk about … him
The last thing that needed mentioning today was Dumbledore's murderer. It was bad enough he had escaped barely a week ago and had not been seen since.
Ron's expression softened and as though automatically, he reached out his arms to comfort her.Where were these arms when I needed them this year? Oh yeah, all over Lavender.
It was as though Ron had cast the Imperius
curse on her as soon as his fingers touched her skin. He was holding her close to him in such a way that caused Hermione's troubled mind to clear. One of his hands was rubbing her back in slow circles. Nothing mattered as long as Ron never let go; the war didn't seem so hard, nor did the Funeral they were about to leave for. Hermione felt her body hum peacefully and wondered if Ron could feel it too.He must feel this, how can he not?
Vibrating feelings were pulsating through Hermione's veins. All the heartache she had once felt was healing faster than she hoped, while she smiled for the first time in days. While she had hugged Ron before, this one felt different, felt … better. Her mum once told her that cuddles were the medicine for anything, and she hadn't believed her until today.
Ron had been so pig-headed this year, so oblivious that it actually hurt. He caused her to breakdown several times and pour her heart out to Ginny once or twice. Now, though, the way he was holding her, so close, so reassuring, it was almost as though he was saying sorry … without actually speaking the words.
Hermione stopped crying and rested her head against Ron's chest. She could hear his heart beating fast against his ribcage. From above her, she heard him sigh quietly as his arms held her closer.
Hermione pulled away slightly to look up at Ron's face. He looked tranquil, yet saddened, but noticeably happier than he had a few days ago. He smiled shyly at her and that's when she did it.
She kissed him.
It was a soft kiss that lasted only moments before her brain caught up with her mouth, causing her to pull away.Oh Merlin, I just kissed him … why did I kiss him? Well … I know
why but … oh Merlin … what's he going to say?
A red blush crept up into Hermione's cheeks as the realisation of what she had just done sank in. Eyes widened, she pulled away from Ron's embrace and averted her gaze. She was feeling embarrassed and slightly light headed, but there was still the recognisable feeling of happiness, a feeling that lifted her heart that finally
something was going to happen between Ron and her. Even if he turned her down, it would still be a huge weight off her chest.
Hermione took a chance and looked up at Ron, whose mouth was open slightly in shock. His eyes were wide and he wasn't blinking. Closing his mouth, Ron looked down at Hermione, as though trying to read her features.
Neither of them spoke; this was more awkward than anything Hermione could remember. Someone had to break the silence and she knew it would be best if she did it; after all, it was she
who kissed him
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Hermione said quietly, her voice sounding unlike her own. She pushed his arms away from her and stepped back, wrapping her own arms around herself protectively. That was a lie: she wasn't sorry. She was glad she kissed him, and felt a large urge to do it again …He's not my boyfriend, though; maybe he wouldn't be alright with me kissing him unannounced.
Hermione watched Ron carefully for his response. He licked his lips and asked, "Why not?" His eyes had softened immensely and he looked like a little boy who was told he wasn't allowed any ice cream.
Hermione's stomach flipped over. He had never looked so sweet and gorgeous than he did right now, and out of all the things he could have said, 'Why not?' was right up there with 'Do it again' and 'I love you'. Ron was the one person Hermione felt completely comfortable with, but at this moment, she felt so small and vulnerable.
Averting her flushed face, she shrugged and said, "I … I don't know." She took a chance and looked up; Ron was staring at her hard, his brow furrowed obviously in thought. "I … I … erm … didn't ask." The moment the words left her mouth, she knew how stupid she sounded. It wasn't like she could explain the real reason; that she had fallen deeply in love with him and just wanted to know what it was like to kiss him.
No, it was better he thought she was dumb than mad.
Ron rubbed his neck gingerly, chuckling. He smiled warmly and Hermione noticed the tops of his ears were pink. "I don't remember saying you needed permission."
Hermione raised her hand to her mouth, feeling utterly embarrassed and wondering whether to laugh or hit him. She knew he was trying to be serious, but with that big grin, it was hard to think he wasn't just joking around.
"I just assumed, since we've never discussed our relationship," she explained, looking him straight in the eyes. "I think we should sit down and have a long serious talk," she added, mentally putting together discussion points, along with pros and cons of why they should be together - just in case.
Ron looked taken back and opened his mouth to say something. He closed it a moment later and furrowed his brow. Hermione speculated that he too was thinking of points and ideas to bring forward for the talk. Suddenly, his face broke into a grin.
"Y'know what I think?" When Hermione shook her head, he said, "You talk too much."
Ron leaned in, cupping her face with one of his hands as his lips touched her own. He turned his head slightly to the side and Hermione felt his mouth open as his tongue licked her bottom lip. She followed, opening her own mouth as the kiss deepened. Ron's other arm found its way to her hip and she stepped closer, placing her own hands against his chest.
After what seemed like years, the kiss ended, leaving both of them flushed. Ron was grinning again, which only made Hermione's lips curl into a smile and her arms wrap around his middle.
How was it that Ron knew exactly what to say? It was as though the past year hadn't happened. That with one kiss - one amazing, knee-shaking
kiss, he managed to erase all the hurt and tears. The hole in Hermione's heart was almost healed, though it showed signs that it was still delicate from the past year or so.
"Ron?" Hermione's expression turned serious as she pulled back to study his reaction. "Can we … we take things, you know … slow? At least, at the moment." She watched as Ron nodded silently, his lips smiling shyly as he agreed.
"Of course. We don't need to rush this, not now we've made it this far." He kissed the top of her head, causing Hermione to feel like the luckiest woman in the world. "I want to enjoy every minute of this - of you," he added, holding her closer.
," Hermione whispered, burrowing her head in his chest. She knew they would eventually need to have a long talk about their relationship, but right now, this was perfect. Ron was her first love and they didn't need to rush, not when their feelings were new and now open with one another.
And not when they had a funeral to go to. Hermione felt a pang of guilt. Why should she be allowed to feel so happy and in love when Dumbledore had been murdered in cold blood? It didn't seem fair to her. She wondered if Dumbledore had ever been in love, had been married, even. Perhaps a secret wife would turn up with a couple of long-bearded children?
Sighing, Hermione glanced up at Ron, whose eyes were closed. He looked content as his lips curled into a smile.
His eyes opened and when he noticed Hermione's forlorn expression, he stroked her hair and asked, "What's wrong?"
"We … we have a funeral to go to," she explained, crinkling her nose. Ron bit down on his bottom lip, furrowing his brow in uneasiness, in which Hermione guessed meant he was having the same feelings. "I feel … wrong - not to say that we're
wrong, it's just … this is a day of mourning and I feel like grinning."
"Yeah," Ron said, nodding in agreement. "I want to let the whole world know about us, but with today … and the pressure on Harry and the school …" he trailed off, bowing his head slightly.
Hermione reached up, putting her arms around his shoulders. Ron looked down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissed her nose, earning a warm smile from his girlfriend. "Maybe we should wait before we tell anyone. We could do it at Bill and Fleur's wedding."
Ron's face suddenly flushed scarlet. "It's a little soon for that, don't you think?"
Letting out a gasp of indignation, Hermione hit his arm playfully, giggling. "I meant we could tell people we're together; I didn't mean … well … that
Chuckling at how flustered Hermione's face had become, Ron kissed her cheek and said, "It's only two months away; things should hopefully have settled down by then." He smiled affectionately at Hermione and added, "We better get down to breakfast. We don't have long before we have to go outside."
Hermione reluctantly pulled away from Ron, her stomach filling with what felt like a hundred Snitches. She took hold of his hand as he led out of the common room and down towards the Great Hall. How could she last two whole months pretending not be with Ron? Granted she lasted six years not being with him, but now she knew what she was missing … it was going to be hard.
However, it was
the best idea at the moment; she didn't feel right being so happy at a funeral. While one life had ended, she was just beginning hers with Ron and it caused her heart to ache, both with happiness and with shame.Dumbledore's had a full life though! He was over a hundred-and-fifty years old for Merlin's sake! He must have had his fair share of love. He'd understand.
Hermione didn't think it would matter so much to Harry whether she and Ron were an item; after all, he was going out with Ginny! He was happy in his own relationship; it wasn't as though they would be rubbing happiness in his face, would it?Ginny and I could be sister-in-laws!Calm down, Hermione … you've only been with Ron for nine and a half minutes and you're already thinking of marriage … then again, Mr and Mrs Weasley
were our age when
they were married …
Shaking her head of all these thoughts, Hermione decided that she would deal with everything tomorrow; Dumbledore's death, Snape's betrayal, the remaining Horcruxes, Bill's attack, Harry's feelings on losing another parent-figure …
No one would ever know how thankful the previous half hour made her feel; that her friendship with Ron was turning into something precious and incredible. Hermione didn't think she would make it through today, but with Ron by her side, she knew she could do anything.Fin