Fight for Love
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Title: Fight for Love
Author: browneyedmami
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Warnings: Spoilers for DH 2
Summary: Ron and Hermione share a moment in the midst of battle.
Notes: For
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We were fighting for our lives, sweat falling, bruises forming, dried blood on our bodies. We were fighting not only for ourselves but for our best friend, for our families, for the world really as crazy as it sounds. Nothing had been established between us, and it really wasn’t the time for me to think about how beautiful she looked with our lives on the line, but my adrenaline got the best of me, and I guess hers did too because before we knew it we were lip locked. I never wanted to part from her, wanted the kiss to last longer, to drink in the sensation of her, but as we broke apart, we spared one moment for a loving glance, and then our faces were equally expressed with determination to finish this fight. I took her hand, and we set off to finish what we helped Harry start, never to look back, but rather forward to the time I can hold her in my arms again without worries or restraint.
Author: browneyedmami
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Warnings: Spoilers for DH 2
Summary: Ron and Hermione share a moment in the midst of battle.
Notes: For
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We were fighting for our lives, sweat falling, bruises forming, dried blood on our bodies. We were fighting not only for ourselves but for our best friend, for our families, for the world really as crazy as it sounds. Nothing had been established between us, and it really wasn’t the time for me to think about how beautiful she looked with our lives on the line, but my adrenaline got the best of me, and I guess hers did too because before we knew it we were lip locked. I never wanted to part from her, wanted the kiss to last longer, to drink in the sensation of her, but as we broke apart, we spared one moment for a loving glance, and then our faces were equally expressed with determination to finish this fight. I took her hand, and we set off to finish what we helped Harry start, never to look back, but rather forward to the time I can hold her in my arms again without worries or restraint.