Oooh, so good! And I know exactly what I want to do, as I considered doing this for chapter 16 [so if you haven’t read the last chapters of Love Me Forever, this will be a bit spoilery].
>> What if Ron had decided to write something else on his letter?
============Sorry, I’m on my phone so no proper formatting [ugh]. Also sorry for not betaing this and not doing proper editing. But I hope you like it :)============
Ron couldn’t believe his eyes, even fifteen minutes after the fact, even after having read that particular line a hundred times. There, written in her tidy script, were the words that had been said only in his wildest fantasies. Words that made it clear she wanted to be with him.
Hadn’t he been asking for a sign? He didn’t know if there had been a higher power listening on, but if there was, they must like him very much to have given him such an amazing, direct, and quick answer!
Still half frozen in his place, a stray thought came to his mind, taking a hold of him. He checked the date of her letter; she had sent it a few weeks ago. Hermione wasn’t someone to change her heart that quickly, but what if she had changed her mind since the day she had sent that letter?
“Don’t be a coward, Weasley. Don’t be a coward and don’t waste time!”
He realized that if he waited any longer, he’d manage to confuse himself and convince himself to wait. He couldn’t risk doing that, but then, what was the option? He needed to check if she still felt the same, if she’d let him kiss her, and he needed to do it right away before any second thoughts took over and ruined everything.
Perhaps he should try something romantic, though?
Perhaps he should try to take her on a proper date, at the very least?
Perhaps he should sleep on it…?
“Do /not/ be a coward!” He repeated to himself.
He sat down on his desk and got parchment and a quill, playing with it between his fingers as he thought over what he wanted to say. Then with trembling fingers he put the quill down and wrote just a few sentences, gulping and hoping for the best.
He was in the park he had been using as a safe Apparition place near Hermione’s home, holding his hands behind his back and pacing impatiently. How could he have not thought this through? He should have gone to her house and asked her! Face to face, looking into her eyes as he did so. But he hadn’t, and he was now forced to wait with his heart up in his throat and a knot in the pit of his stomach.
He stole a glance in the general direction of her house, but didn’t see her. According to his estimations, Pig had to gave delivered his note by now. So Hermione should be reading it and making up her mind… and she would soon be with him in the park, or he would receive her answer from Pig.
I got your letters. I can’t think of anything else to say than how madly in love I am with you, and that I hope you still feel the same you wrote about; that you still want to be with me.
If you do, I’ll be waiting at the park for you–you know which one, the one two blocks away from your house. If you don’t… well, send a note back with Pig, and let’s pretend this never happened. Even if you’re not interested in me like that anymore, I’d like to still be your friend.
And waited he had, now for twenty minutes– a whole life’s worth of waiting, as far as he was concerned.
And how much longer should he wait? A couple of hours should do it, right?
Just as he began imagining himself counting the hours gone by, finding excuses to wait until dawn, he heard a soft pop behind him. He turned around, the mad rush of blood in his vains drowning any other noise.
This was the moment. If this was Hermione…
… and it was. He saw her smile; he saw her skipping to him and then jumping high just as she had so long ago, but she didn’t kiss him this time. He still surrounded her with his arms, keeping her close to him and off the floor, but they simply looked at each other.
He slowly felt his face mirroring her smile, his heart beating a million beats a second, hope fueling each one.
“Ronald Weasly– how can you possibly doubt how I feel? I wrote that letter, didn’t I? How infuriating, how–”
But she never finished, because he had had to kiss her right then, interrupting her mid-nag, just like he had wanted to do so many times; happy beyond belief, but ready to prove to himself that there was every reason to believe.
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