Drabble: One Step
Prompt: Excitement
Title: One Step
Author: honourweasley12
Characters/Ship: Ron/Hermione
Rating/Warning: PG
Word Count: 500
I'd been really excited about this wedding, I'll admit it. But not out loud to Harry, he'd probably just take the piss. It wasn't the ceremony I'd been looking forward to, but the part right after with the food... and the dancing.
Things between Hermione and I had been steadily improving. The advice book had done loads, but what'd really helped was that I'd been there to support her through some difficult times recently. I think she'd noticed, as I'd caught her looking in my direction more than once, always turning away quickly-with a pretty flush across her cheeks.
She looked bloody gorgeous when she'd come up to Harry and I a few hours ago. I wanted to tell her exactly that-but without the bloody, of course. Don't think she would've appreciated that! Instead, I'd been overcome by nervousness and had gone blank for a second; barely managing to tell her she looked great. I hoped she understood how I felt.
Then that stupid git showed up with his stupid beard and his stupid face, telling her she looked vunderful. I could tell she was flustered by his sudden appearance, and I could feel my frustration rising at his unexpected intrusion. At least I was able to vent a bit to Harry... er, Barny.
I'd been planning for days to ask Hermione, as gentlemanly as possible, to dance. My anger at the git's presence had taken hold, and I was gruff with how I approached her. I couldn't help it; I was scared I was going to lose her yet again, when we were so close to taking a step forward. I was thrilled when she'd accepted, and not only that, she'd seemed genuinely pleased, even happy about dancing with me.
It was awkward at first, a bit of a struggle to find the right position to put my large hands so as not to touch her in any places where I wasn't welcome. She giggled-yes, Hermione giggled-and firmly guided my hands to her lower back. I'm sure she could feel the heat of my anxiety through the thin material of her dress, but she didn't seem to mind. She didn't even mind when I stepped on her toes once and quietly apologized. She just smiled and shifted closer, straining a bit to lock her fingers around the back of my neck, the tips of them brushing my skin.
That felt brilliant.
After a couple of songs, the tension and nerves seemed to fade away and we began talking and joking, truly enjoying one another's company. We drew closer and more comfortable with each tune.
Now, she's firmly in my arms, her head resting lightly against my chest. She looks up every couple of minutes and smiles, and I can't help but return a grin of my own. My hands are slowly running up and down her back, and we're swaying to the music. I've forgotten everything else and I'm just enjoying this moment.
It's perfect.
Title: One Step
Author: honourweasley12
Characters/Ship: Ron/Hermione
Rating/Warning: PG
Word Count: 500
I'd been really excited about this wedding, I'll admit it. But not out loud to Harry, he'd probably just take the piss. It wasn't the ceremony I'd been looking forward to, but the part right after with the food... and the dancing.
Things between Hermione and I had been steadily improving. The advice book had done loads, but what'd really helped was that I'd been there to support her through some difficult times recently. I think she'd noticed, as I'd caught her looking in my direction more than once, always turning away quickly-with a pretty flush across her cheeks.
She looked bloody gorgeous when she'd come up to Harry and I a few hours ago. I wanted to tell her exactly that-but without the bloody, of course. Don't think she would've appreciated that! Instead, I'd been overcome by nervousness and had gone blank for a second; barely managing to tell her she looked great. I hoped she understood how I felt.
Then that stupid git showed up with his stupid beard and his stupid face, telling her she looked vunderful. I could tell she was flustered by his sudden appearance, and I could feel my frustration rising at his unexpected intrusion. At least I was able to vent a bit to Harry... er, Barny.
I'd been planning for days to ask Hermione, as gentlemanly as possible, to dance. My anger at the git's presence had taken hold, and I was gruff with how I approached her. I couldn't help it; I was scared I was going to lose her yet again, when we were so close to taking a step forward. I was thrilled when she'd accepted, and not only that, she'd seemed genuinely pleased, even happy about dancing with me.
It was awkward at first, a bit of a struggle to find the right position to put my large hands so as not to touch her in any places where I wasn't welcome. She giggled-yes, Hermione giggled-and firmly guided my hands to her lower back. I'm sure she could feel the heat of my anxiety through the thin material of her dress, but she didn't seem to mind. She didn't even mind when I stepped on her toes once and quietly apologized. She just smiled and shifted closer, straining a bit to lock her fingers around the back of my neck, the tips of them brushing my skin.
That felt brilliant.
After a couple of songs, the tension and nerves seemed to fade away and we began talking and joking, truly enjoying one another's company. We drew closer and more comfortable with each tune.
Now, she's firmly in my arms, her head resting lightly against my chest. She looks up every couple of minutes and smiles, and I can't help but return a grin of my own. My hands are slowly running up and down her back, and we're swaying to the music. I've forgotten everything else and I'm just enjoying this moment.
It's perfect.