Title: Seventeen Years
Challenge: 12. Ron/Hermione's first date.
Summary: '...they ran around feeling childish as both tried to catch the snowflakes on their tongues...'
Notes: I really liked writing this challenge. Since it wasn't very specific I was able to mold the fic into what I saw it as. I've only dabbled in this ship a few times, but I'm glad I took up this challenge. There were a few moments of uncertainty mixed with writers' block, but I pulled through. I hope you like it! (Feedback is apprechiated!)
Much thanks to the betas who helped me on this: Sara, Cita, Tanya, tlb & elanor_sarah
Sometimes I wonder if we were truly meant to be…
He stormed away angrily. "Sometimes, I just don't understand you, Hermione." The door slammed close in her face, and Hermione Granger sobbed quietly alone in the darkness of the street.
"Then maybe I need to find someone who will," she whispered to the cold night air. Hermione turned and walked away from the man she had loved for so long that she had forgotten what it felt like to not love Ronald Weasley.
Maybe it was time they moved on.
… yes, you'd say to me, and for a while, I'd believe you.
Everyone in Gryffindor knew Ron had a crush on Hermione for years. However, it wasn't until their seventh year that he actually plucked up his courage and did something about it.
And so, on a snowy night in December, Hermione Granger was waiting in the common room as patiently as she could for her date to show up.
Yet, I can't help but think that things would be different…
"I heard about what happened!" Lavender gripped Hermione's arm apologetically. "My gosh, Hermione, I'm so sorry about Ron! You guys were never really good together, I suppose."
Hermione could only nod back at Lavender with a tight smile. Lavender, however, didn't realize she had said the wrong thing and continued, "You know, now that he's on the market again, do you think you could set us up?" She halted at the look on Hermione's face. "I mean… I didn't mean to sound that way, Hermione."
"I know, Lavender," Hermione replied coolly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I see an old friend that I absolutely must catch up with."
Hermione breezed past Lavender who waved goodbye to her.
… but nothing was what it seemed.
Hermione smiled when she met up with Ron outside the common room. "Wow, Ron, you look really nice."
Ron grinned back nervously, "I was just going to say that to you." They fell into a comfortable silence as they walked out of the school, and towards the carriage Ron had rented for the night to take them to Hogsmeade.
They had almost reached their ride when Ron reached over to grasp Hermione's hand tightly. She looked at him in surprise, but said nothing, inwardly a bit pleased at his show of affection.
And I am already experiencing the greatest pain…
Hermione sat in bed with a box of tissues, tears streaming down her face. She had been crying for hours, it seemed, moving only to reach for a tissue and blow her nose.
She held a piece of parchment in her hand, reading the words over and over wishing them not to be true.
It was no use, they were true.
Ron had finally filed for a divorce.
… because I fell in love with a boy.
Ron had planned a small dinner for them at the Three Broomsticks, something simple that the trio would often do on their Hogsmeade nights. This time, however, everything felt so different for Hermione. It was their first date, something special that she knew she would treasure forever.
When they finished eating and gone back outside, it started snowing softly. They ran around feeling childish as both tried to catch the snowflakes on their tongues. Then, out of nowhere, Ron kissed her softly.
Another first was added to the day for Hermione to cherish.
Her first kiss.
You are the only one who knows exactly what to say to break my heart…
Ron opened the letter his owl had just dropped off. He opened it quickly to find that Hermione had complied with what he wanted; she had signed the divorce papers.
It was for the best. What broke his heart the most was when two rings fell out amidst the thick envelope; her wedding ring… and the promise ring he had given her all those years ago.
He almost regretted sending the papers, but he knew it was for the best. He knew he had to let go of Hermione, so she could finally live her life.
… who knows how to make me laugh, make me smile, make me happy.
"I-I really like you a lot, Hermione." Ron turned red as he said this, his eyes staring down at the ground afraid of the answer that was coming.
Hermione smiled. "I really like you, too, Ron." Ron looked up, surprised.
She grinned back at him, "Really."
You are the one holding my heart…
"I don't want to fight about this, Hermione, just take what you want."
Hermione smiled at him bitterly. "I want my heart back, Ron."
Without waiting for his reply, she got up and left him. Ron sighed as he laid put some sickles onto the table before getting up and leaving too.
… and I'm not sure if I want it back.
Ron escorted Hermione back to their common room. They stood in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. Ron pulled out a small box from his coat pocket and passed it to Hermione.
"What is it?" she asked as she took the box.
"Just something I got you." Hermione untied the ribbon carefully and opened it. Inside was a simple silver ring. "It's a promise ring, so you'll know that I'll always be there for you." Hermione slipped the ring onto her middle finger, and blinked back tears.
"Thank you, Ron. You don't know how much this means to me."
"Good night, Hermione."
"Good night, Ron." He gave her another kiss before they stepped into the common room, and into reality.
… And I cherished our moments together, because once upon a time, you were my everything…
"I'm sorry, Hermione." It was over.
"I'm sorry, too, Ron," Hermione replied as she turned away from him. "I just wish-- God, I don't even know what I wish." She started sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You were my first love, you know?"
"You were mine, too."
"Where did we go wrong?" Hermione wiped away her tears with the tissue Ron had passed her.
He didn't answer her question, instead said, "Goodbye, Hermione." Ron leaned in to give Hermione a final kiss before he walked away.