In an instant, the tension broke, as it so often did between the two of them. Hermione would always find it comforting to know that the two of them could swerve from tears to laughter and anywhere else in between in no more time than it took to say the other's name. It was reassuring, in its own sort of way, that no matter how livid one might feel at the other, that there stood the likely chance that they'd come back together again. Nothing terrified Hermione more than the thought that Ron might somehow be lost for good, and if Hermione ever did something to contribute to that, she knew she wouldn't have been able to forgive herself. Not even a year ago, when he'd Disapparated away from Harry and her, in spite of knowing that the Horcrux was perhaps the most to blame, Hermione still hadn't been able to keep herself from wondering at night. Where had things gone wrong? What could she have done better? What had she done to make him think that she and Harry were involved romantically, of all things? The last part had somehow hurt the most, not only due to the momentary lack of trust between the three of them (which stood so stark and severe against their normal interaction), but because it was something she might have easily fixed.
And if she had missed the opportunity for this, the relationship they had now, the warmth that lingered in her heart at the mere sight of him, she would never have forgiven herself.
That thought emboldened her then, mischief seeping into her expression in a way it didn't normally, eyes glittering playfully in the dim light of dusk as she shook her head with such a slight motion that it might not have been noticeable at all, if not for the sway of the few strands of hair that had already started to dry before the rest.
"No," she shook her head, shifting slightly further back on the bed and propping herself up with an elbow, her free hand wrapping coyly around the back of Ron's neck, playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape. "No, you're fine." She leaned up to nip very lightly at his lower lip, before deepening the kiss, a soft sigh passing quickly between her teeth as she felt her shoulders relax and her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
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Date: 2011-07-18 05:46 am (UTC)And if she had missed the opportunity for this, the relationship they had now, the warmth that lingered in her heart at the mere sight of him, she would never have forgiven herself.
That thought emboldened her then, mischief seeping into her expression in a way it didn't normally, eyes glittering playfully in the dim light of dusk as she shook her head with such a slight motion that it might not have been noticeable at all, if not for the sway of the few strands of hair that had already started to dry before the rest.
"No," she shook her head, shifting slightly further back on the bed and propping herself up with an elbow, her free hand wrapping coyly around the back of Ron's neck, playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape. "No, you're fine." She leaned up to nip very lightly at his lower lip, before deepening the kiss, a soft sigh passing quickly between her teeth as she felt her shoulders relax and her cheeks flush in embarrassment.