RP: Ron & Hermione
A post- Deathly Hallows Harry Potter role-play...
Ron stood by his window in his room, gazing out into the yard below him. It felt so strange to be back at The Burrow after everything that had happened, and yet, it also gave him some measure of comfort. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around everything that had happened and the adventures he had been on. Turning back to his room, Ron gazed around, feeling as if so much had changed and yet his room appeared very much the same.
Restless, Ron strode out of his room and hurried down the stairs, not wanting to run into anyone from his family at the moment. He hurried outside and out to the garden, hoping to find some place to sit and think unnoticed. Not that he was big on pondering the meaning of the universe. That was something he usually left up to Hermione.
As he thought of her, Ron felt a pang strike his heart. Ron and Hermione had always had a complicated friendship, but for years it had been brewing into something quite beyond that. Ron still couldn't believe that they had kissed. That kiss had been magical, and in his wildest dreams, he had never thought that he and Hermione would actually admit their feelings to each other. Ron absentmindedly scratched his head as he pondered. The problem, if you could call it that, with this scenario, was that they hadn't even discussed it. Mind you, there had been an epic battle raging and then they had the aftermath to death with, but still. Ron wished he knew where they stood at the moment.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, late afternoon soon to become evening. Ron flopped down by a tree and ran his fingers over the gently waving grass. He gazed out over to their meadow where many games of Quidditch had been practiced. Ron felt saddened, thinking of Fred and how he would never get to play Quidditch with him again. Ron wondered how George was handling things. Come to think of it, he didn't know how anyone was handling things, as he'd generally been avoiding talking about anything.
Ron sighed, wishing at that moment for his best friends. He wished he could talk to Hermione and Harry about everything, as they would understand. With a longing, he thought of Hermione. Everything felt so unfinished, and he knew they would have to talk about this soon. Feeling at loose ends, Ron sat under the tree, just watching the sun slowly sink closer to the horizon.