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T-shirt? by TheMassOfCass

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,524
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Characters: Ron, Hermione
Pairings: Ron/Hermione

First Published: 08/03/2009
Last Chapter: 08/11/2009
Last Updated: 08/11/2009

Summary:
Post DH.
Ron is a mess after the death of his brother,Fred.While the rest of his family are coping,he is struggling.He needs someone to take him out of the darkness,to heal him.Will this person be a familar bushy haired girl?


Chapter 1: T-shirt.
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                                    T-shirt

This is a fluffy one-shot, (Don’t you just hate them! XD) post DH on one of my favourite ships, Ron/Hermione.

I do not own any of the characters.The amazing J.K Rowling does :D


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“Ron…Ron?” I whispered into the creak of the partially open wooden door. It surprised me to see it open, as Ron hadn’t left his room in days.

Fred’s death, among others had damaged us all but we were coping with it in very different ways.

Mrs. Weasley had been busying herself around the spotless household,but we knew when she was alone she wept.

Mr. Weasley was overworking himself at the Ministry, along with many other witches and wizards trying to get it up and running once again.

George and Ginny were going with life as normal, the war and deaths having toughened them up even more.

And Ron was, well Ron wasn’t coping very well at all. He had shut himself up in his room since we had came home from Hogwarts, Harry being the only one seeing him as they shared a room.

After a few minutes of silence, which didn’t really surprise me, I pushed open the door, my heart beating hard in my chest.

I stepped into the familiar, tiny room, the darkness and the stale smell hitting me and almost knocking me off my feet. “Ron?” I called into the darkness, squinting.

The silence seemed too loud and my hands shook, the tea I held in my hand slopping up against the ceramic mug and the toast scraping against the plate.

“Yes?” The unfamiliar, croaky unused voice made me jump and I almost dropped the scalding tea and toast.

I made my way over to the small window and set down the mug on the windowsill, opening the dusty curtains with my free hand, blinding sun leaking into the room.

I blinked a few times and turned, gasping quietly as my eyes settled on the figure huddled in the corner of the room on his bed.

My heart raced and I slowly made my way over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed, the rusty springs groaning under my weight.

His red hair was tousled, his normally bright marine blue eye had lost their twinkle, he was only wearing dirty ripped jeans and his well-built pale chest was revealed, a dirty maroon t-shirt discarded next to him.

He brought his knees up to his bare chest and hugged them into him, staring dumbly at me.

I blinked the tears away from my almond brown eyes and looked down slowly at the plate I was holding, though I was unaware. “I brought you some toast.” I said quietly, offering the plate to him.

He took it and set it down on his t-shirt. “I’m not hungry.” he said, his voice still rough and unfamiliar.

“I’d never thought I’d hear you say that.” I giggled weakly, unable to look at him as I did at first, so bravely. I loved the boy in front of me and I had for four years, but I was too scared to talk to him.

I pushed my chestnut curls behind my ear and set my hands on my lap, so many thoughts racing through my head, so many memories. Of us.

“Hermione.”

My breath caught in my throat and I looked up at him, unsurely. His mouth was pulled up into a smile but it was different, like all the happiness had been drained from it.

I managed to return the smile and I brought my gaze to his deep-sea blue eyes, my heart aching inside my throat. “Hmm?”

“How are you?”

I giggled and he laughed as well, though it was dry and humourless. “I’m okay, I guess. We miss you. I miss you.” I whispered the last part, searching his eyes with my own, willing them to twinkle like they usually did.

He gave a short nod, watching me like he was staring into my soul. I shuddered slightly and looked down at my hands. “How about you? Stupid question I know.”

He laughed and I smiled brightly, noting how familiar it had changed too. “Not too good, you know. I’ve been thinking a lot. I never bloody thought I’d ever say that but I have been.” he replied and moved forward, sitting beside me as he came away from the corner.

I stared at his barefeet on the dirty wooden floor and nodded, my smile softening slightly. “What have you been thinking about?” I asked, curiously.

“You. Fred. The War. Mum.”

I stared at my hands, my eyebrows furrowing. I hadn’t been expecting him to say the first thing but I didn’t want to press the matter.

“The only thought of keeping me from leaving is you and mum. If I left and never came back, I don’t want to think of what it would do to mum, you know?” he continued

I nodded. “Loosing two sons.” I said but I instantly regretted it as he flinched slightly.

I looked up anxiously, feeling tears well up in my eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I said quickly, my voice wavering.

He shook his head, smiling sadly. ”Don’t worry, its true, I know.” he reached over and took one of my hands.

I jumped in shock at his strangely warm touch and he was about to let go but I clung on, trapping his large hand in my small ones.

I blushed slightly and somehow I was thrilled to see the tips of his ears turning the same colour of his red hair. Maybe he was getting better.

I took a hand away and wiped away the tears that had found a way to escape my eyes, smiling weakly.

“Sorry, I’ve been getting awfully emotional over the past few days. I can’t believe about Remus and Tonks. And Fred. It’s just horrible.” I choked on the last word and dropped my hand onto his, letting the tears roll down my cheeks.

His hard eyes softened and he suddenly brought me into his arms, pulling me against his bare chest. Embarrassingly, I sobbed into his shoulder with my hands pressed against his chest, somehow ignoring our close proximity.

He set his head on the top of my shoulder and I heard him sigh softly. We were froze in that position for several minutes before I pulled away, my palms still on his chest.

I sniffed loudly, tears drying fast on my cheeks and stared up at him. He turned his head and reached over, pulling the plate off his dirty t-shirt and lifting it.

“T-shirt?” he asked, grinning sheepishly as he offered me the maroon garment as a tissue. Staring at each other for a second we burst into peals of laughter, all trace of pain and sadness slipping off both our faces.

We stopped, me biting down into my lower lip to cease the giggles, and a comfortable silence was brought between us. We smiled at each other and I examined him closely, my heart racing at the intimacy.

His eyes sparkled now, too my pure joy and I noticed the cute freckles spread over his nose and cheeks and how his soft red hair fell at awkward poses and into his deep, intent eyes. All of this made me love him even more than I did.

He stared back at me, his smile fading slightly and he reached over to play with a loose brown curl of mine.

I love you.”

My eyes widened at the three words he had uttered. The same words that I had been thinking, right at that split second.

Those three words thrilled me to the core,I had dreamed of the moment he would say that to me.The situation wasn't the best but he had just made me the happiest person in the world.

I saw him watching my lips and I leant forward, closing the space between us until we were nose to nose. “I love you too.” I whispered and he smiled, the smile I knew so well.

I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent and I was slightly surprised when he I felt his soft lips press against mine. Our lips moulded together perfectly and I slid my arms around his neck as he wound his around my waist tighter.

The kiss was much unlike our one outside the Room of Requirement, it was tender and soft, it was loving. The one before, our first one was passionate and fast, a spur of the moment.

We pulled away for oxygen and I stood up away from, his goofy but amazing breath taking smile sliding off his handsome face. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I giggled at his cuteness.

“One, we’re going downstairs and you’re going to face the world,” I paused, pointing at the stinking maroon t-shirt on the floor. “And two, we’re getting your laundry done.” I demanded.

He rolled his eyes and stood up, sliding his hand into my hand. “I love it when your bossy.”

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Gah! I know! Totally cheesy! XD But I enjoyed writing it! R&R please? Thanks!

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