#﴾ dreammakcr ﴿ ⇢ Ronald ❛Ron❜ Weasley

[bccksmarts]

  ❝Oh—Ron,❞ Hermione's head turns to look at him, slightly startled but nothing out of the ordinary. She was stood outside of the Burrow, looking up at the night-sky, the stars glimmering above their heads. Peace was now at hand, especially with Voldemort out of the picture. It was strange, really... she didn't really know how to feel about it. It took up so much of their school lives that living a normal, free sort of life was just... well, how do you even go about that?

  ❝Sorry, I just... I needed some air.❞ She exhales a sigh, a cloud of vapor forming from her breath. It was cold, but she wasn't shivering. The breeze was relaxing, and she welcomed it quite happily, ❝Was there something you wanted—?❞ She turns to him again, though slowly this time. A lot had happened during the War that... well. Maybe somethings needed discussing more than others.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"

note ║ can take place during Hogwarts or post Hogwarts

[bccksmarts]

   ❝Oh! It's just you, Ron.❞ The gasp she emitted, she swore, was that of a too loud one. So she thought, at least. She'd been down here for a while, reading a book and sipping her cup of honey tea, something to help her settle, perhaps. A candle was lit beside her, which helped to view the texture and words within her book all the better to read and admire.

   Ron had come down as she was halfway through reading, and the footsteps had scared her just a bit. Eyes flicking between the candle, book in her lap and the redhead, Hermione's lips tugged in the corners, ❝I couldn't sleep.❞ She finally answered, ❝I'm assuming you couldn't either?❞

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"Hermione?" His voice was soft, rough with sleep as he stumbled into the kitchen. He didn't need to look at a clock to know it was well past midnight, yet a candle burned on the table beside her. "What are you doing up so late?"