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Almost Kiss by Kristine Rose 

Simon and Izzy “Why are being so weird?” (Almost KISS)

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Lovely

Cheesy’s back with another DH Missing Moment! Enjoy :)

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Fic Title: Lovely

Author Name: cheesyficwriter

Selected Trope: DH Missing Moment

Brief Summary: She can’t stop herself from always fearing the worst; no matter how hard she squeezes her eyes shut in an attempt to block out her mind, she can’t sleep. Neither, she realizes, can Ron.  

Word Count: 1,428

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: N/A

A/N: Takes place after the Battle of Seven Potters

  Sometimes the quiet can be suffocating.

Hermione lays awake on the camp bed in Ginny’s room, fighting the restlessness that’s preventing her from getting proper sleep. The events from the long day—retrieving Harry, taking Polyjuice Potion, flying, reconvening at the Burrow—trickle into her mind. Over and over again, she reviews the image of multiple Harry Potters arriving on their brooms, safely landing within the protective enchantments. Each one morphed quickly into their original forms, bringing her thoughts to the moment she discovered Ron and Tonks missed their Portkey, and the subsequent stomach-churning sensation that followed.  

The more she rehashes some of the longest minutes of her life, the more her tormenting thoughts start to plant seedlings of doubt on whether or not going on a hunt for Horcruxes is the right thing to do. If she came this close to losing Ron today when others had been—

Now’s not the time to overanalyze every decision you make, Hermione.

She can’t stop herself from always fearing the worst; no matter how hard she squeezes her eyes shut in an attempt to block out her mind, she can’t sleep. Neither, she realizes, can Ron. 

Hermione knows the pattern of footsteps creaking up the rickety stairs outside her door—the clunky, somewhat lazy shuffling lacking any subtlety—belongs to her ginger-haired best friend, without the need to check to make sure. She knows it’s him.  

The sound of a door clicking shut startles her, but it’s too close for Ron to be back in his attic bedroom. Too curious to lay dormant any longer, Hermione throws off the covers and tiptoes her way out of the room without waking Ginny. 

Her feet pad their way quickly and quietly up the crooked steps, only pausing once she sees the light from the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door. Ron must be in there, but Hermione hasn’t thought of what she will do or say to him once he comes out. She paces the landing, her stomach contracting into a tight ball. 

What is she doing? What should she say? What does she wantto say?

Hermione swallows, but is unable to wet her parched throat. Perhaps she should go for a glass of water while she waits. That should give her enough time to think about her conversation with Ron without going completely mental and biting her nails off. 

But she only manages to take two steps down the stairs before she hears a lock clicking open. Her heart pounds within her chest as she tries to make a quiet escape without detection, before Ron can—

“Hermione?”

Ron’s voice comes out thick and unsteady, and Hermione can feel the tension in her own jaw as she grinds her teeth together. 

Blast.

Wringing her hands, she turns around and offers Ron what must look like a spastic smile. “Oh!” She speaks in a suffocated whisper. “Sorry.”

“Did you, er, need to?” He points to the loo while scratching the back of his neck with his other hand. 

“Yes.” Hermione nods her head in rapid succession, climbing up the stairs, careful to avoid the areas on each step that tend to creak the most. “I was going to go to the bathroom.”

“Really?” Ron quirks up one brow, a teasing glint shining in his eye. “So why were you walking away from it?”

“No. No, I—oh forget it, it’s ridiculous-”

“Hermione.” Ron’s low voice is stern, and she can tell he’s having difficulty keeping his voice quiet. “What’s going on?”

She nibbles on her bottom lip as she presses her back against the nearest wall, her shoulders slumping against it.

When Hermione looks up, she meets Ron’s heated gaze and her heart stumbles over its own rhythm as she takes in his disheveled, sleep-filled hair, set jaw, and the scruff on his chin—when did he become so mature? She always thought she was the one out of their trio who maintained the most control over the dire, nerve-racking situations they’ve been placed in. 

But if today assured her of anything, it’s that she’s no longer in control over her feelings for her best friend. 

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There is always hope.

I still miss that kiss.

Thealmost kiss on the bridge.

The drumroll in your chest

The blood pumping in your head.

When the distance between you is almost nothing and everything at the same time.