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Whisper by goodbyetrain
Chapter 1 : Peaceful
 
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[A/N: I'm terribly excited about this one. I finally write something for my ship, it's a grand day. :) Hope you like it. Oh yeah. The word 'songfic' makes me cringe, so this is not a songfic [; So that's that. Enjoy!




Whisper
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The sun had finally set behind the trees, though their shadows still darkened the bright green grass. The clearing was well hidden, Harry had made sure of that. It was completely surrounded by the tall trees, though the sky was still visible to the three.

“It isn’t much,” Harry said finally, looking at his two best friends. Hermione looked up at him with interest as Ron grinned.

“It’s fine,” Hermione said instantly, sitting down in the grass. She ran her fingers through the blades of grass contentedly. This was fine enough for her.

“You guys don’t have to stay, you know. I’ll understand if you want to leave,” Harry persisted. He didn’t want them to leave, but if they were unhappy…

“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry,” Hermione replied.

Ron snickered as he flopped lazily next to Hermione. “You’re not getting rid of us, mate. I’m afraid you’re stuck.”

Harry’s face broke out into a wide grin. “Alright, then. If you’re sure.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Of course we’re sure. Aren’t we Ron?” She turned to look at him, though she didn’t expect her throat to get caught as her eyes met his. He was looking down at her, though his face was shadowed by the dark that was quickly enclosing around them. She could see his blue eyes perfectly, she could see every inch of his face.

“We’re positive,” Ron nodded, turning back to Harry.

“Thanks, both of you. I don’t know if I could do it alone,” Harry said, taking a seat next to Ron.

Hermione smiled. “We’re here for you, Harry. And we’ll find them,” she said firmly.

“Yeah, but right now, I think I need some sleep,” Ron said, causing Hermione to roll her eyes again. And yet she couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her lips.

Ron stretched his arms rather dramatically and lied down, his fiery red hair fell over the blades of grass nicely, Hermione observed. He closed his eyes, though she really wished he wouldn’t.

“Good night, you two.” Harry followed Ron’s lead and spread out over the grass, folding his arms behind his head.

“Good night, Harry. Good night, Ron,” Hermione said.

The two boys became silent as they drifted into sleep, but Hermione couldn’t seem to do the same.

~ - ~ -
Out here in the quiet of the night, beneath the stars and the moon
We both know we’ve got something on our minds
We won’t admit, but it’s true
You look at me, I look away

~ - ~ -


She was being foolish, wasn’t she? She couldn’t help but feel like a silly little girl, allowing her emotions to get the better of her. She winced at the memory of their last year at Hogwarts; she hadn’t really been thinking too much then.

Yet how was she supposed to think while Ron pranced around the school with Lavender Brown attached to him?

More like attached to his face,’ she thought bitterly.

She could admit, she acted rather childishly with the situation. She was frustrated with them, she hadn’t talked to Ron in ages. But she still couldn’t see herself acting any other way. Hermione Granger was sensible, but not so sensible when it came to Ron Weasley.

She could curse herself with the way she’d acted, but she still found a sick satisfaction in causing their split. Lavender was just being jealous, though Hermione didn’t see why. Ron was perfectly fine with his Lav-Lav, or whatever stupid nickname he had given her.

He didn’t mind at all when Hermione went to that Christmas party with Cormac McLaggen, though she truly hated to admit it. She had only wished for one thing…to hurt him exactly like he had hurt her.

It didn’t get me anywhere did it? Here we are, the same as before. Nothing less…and nothing more.

Nothing more, nothing less, but still very short of happy.

It had completely darkened now, Hermione stared up at the midnight-colored sky. Bright stars pierced through the darkness, though their light was no match for the night sky. A deep silence held the forest as its inhabitants remained asleep, though Hermione’s mind remained restless.

~ - ~ -
I wanna tell you what I’m feeling, but I don’t know how to start
I wanna tell you but now I’m afraid that you might break my heart
Oh, why should anything so easy ever seem too hard to do?
I wanna tell you what I’m feeling and to say that…

~ - ~ -


Happiness is a funny word,’ Hermione thought. ‘I’m happy…right?

She was happy, even if it was a little bit. But it wasn’t enough, she couldn’t feel satisfied with this tiny shred of happiness she’d been given. A piece was missing; and with a sinking feeling, she realized exactly what it was.

Hermione tore her eyes away from the stars and looked at Ron. His red hair was strewn over his closed eyes, his chest rose and fell with every breath. She smiled to herself, noticing he no longer slept with his mouth open or snored. He looked peaceful, more wonderful than ever before.

She had gotten by with pretending, but there was so much she could take. Hiding her emotions didn’t stop her from feeling them. They followed her like a shadow that wouldn’t, couldn’t go away…

Hermione had gone through it countless times before. She would stop deluding herself and she would tell Ron exactly how she felt. “Today’s the day,” she would tell herself.

Today never came, ’ she thought.

How could she hope to tell him if she couldn’t express herself to begin with? She was sure there weren’t enough words for it. Was she supposed to explain that feeling she got when he smiled? Was she supposed to describe that strange sensation she got in her stomach whenever he looked at her? She would mess up grandly; she would stutter, she would blush, she would jumble her words together like she had never spoken to him before.

And after my awful humiliation, he’ll tell me he doesn’t feel the same.’

~ - ~ -
I practice all the things that I could say, all my lines, every word
I tell myself today could be the day
But every time, I lose my nerve
I look at you, you look away…

~ - ~ -


As the moon broke through the sparse clouds, Hermione looked at Ron again. Its pearly light washed over his pale features beautifully, his skin seemed to glow in the darkness. Her stomach tied into knots as she felt an overwhelming desire and longing.

She had never ached for someone this bad before. She was trapped in a lovesick misery; it pained her as each day passed by and Ron didn’t know. Her heart begged her to tell him how she felt, but her mind was terrified of heartbreak and rejection.

Great,’ Hermione thought sarcastically. ‘My life is one of those tragic Muggle romance books.

But those characters surely didn’t suffer as much. And they always got what they wanted in the end, didn’t they?

There had to be an easier way to say it all, there had to be. She racked her brain for a simple answer, a simple way to tell Ron.

Hermione moved closer to him, she could hear his peaceful breathing as he continued to sleep. She watched him with tears in her eyes, tears that so strongly threatened to fall.

~ - ~ -
I wanna tell you what I’m feeling, but I don’t know how to start
I wanna tell you but now I’m afraid that you might break my heart
Oh, why should anything so easy ever seem too hard to do?
I wanna tell you what I’m feeling and to say that…

~ - ~ -


“I love you,” she whispered to him, breaking the night’s overbearing silence. Her eyes widened in horror, a blush rose quickly to her cheeks as his own eyes fluttered open at her words.

He smiled sleepily, sitting up in the grass. “Did you say something, Hermione?”

“Me? No, no, I didn’t say anything,” she replied, receiving a sharp pang to her heart. She looked away, trying desperately to keep her tears.

He nodded and lied down again, but he didn’t take her eyes off of her. “Hermione…” he began, but his voice faltered and trailed off.

“Yeah?” she asked, turning towards him. She didn’t want him to see her blushing cheeks, though she couldn’t stop herself from looking at him again.

He was shocked to see her brown eyes gleaming with tears, but he held her gaze. They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours to her; Hermione wished for him to speak so she could return to her despair. As he opened his mouth, she held her breath, preparing herself for the force of his words.

“I love you too.”
[A/N: Hope you liked :) Song is "Misty's Song" by Yvette Laboy




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