This fanart is based in one of the wonderful fanfics of a Brazilian fanfic writer, Disomers, Os Sentimentos de Rony (Ron's feelings) which is about Ron and Hermione's relationship during HBP and what would happen with them if they have gotten together after Ron's relationship with Lavender.
Hope all of my followers enjoy it so as you, Disomers. To have met you at the last "Harry Potter and Death Hallows 2" premiere here in São Paulo is one of the sweetest memories I have about this fandom, about real friendship, about life.
I never like to say never but this one is probably my last Ron and Hermione fanart.
I know I left many of their moments, many fanfics I would have liked to illustrate, behind, but the feeling of move on is bigger by now.
It was a good time where the best thing was to re-discover the pleasure of to draw again and I'm thankfull for YOU had let me do this and to those who share these years with me.
All of the fanarts will be online to keep in the memory this love of all of us for Ron and Hermione. This I'm sure, will never end.
Thank you so much for everything.
Here is an English version of the scene which the fanart is based. Excuse me the grammar mistakes:
The redhead looked up and stared at her in a penetrating way. Finally realizing that the cabin was empty, he pulled Hermione inside of it, closing the door.
Hermione breathed heavily and looked at Ron, searching for an explanation. He was still holding her arm, not hard, but firmly. She felt her body trembling with the contact.
Ron's eyes became even more pervasive. And he got closer her without saying a word, a slow and torturous approach. Hermione was feeling increasingly nervous, her breathing became increasingly irregular... Ron leaving her completely out of breath.
- Ron... er ... I think we should... get ba-back.- Her heart was failing, as so was her voice. Ron's hot breath, leaving Hermione drunk.
Ron remained in silent, without saying a word and without looking away, his face getting closer to hers... gently he slid his hand, which was still clutching Hermione's arm, until he reached her hand and laced his fingers on hers...
If anyone dared to disturb him this time, he was going to stupefy, no matter who it was.
There were no words to describe what he was feeling, the desire to touch her, kiss her...the need to feel those soft and pink lips in his... he needed to play with his tongue into her hot and velvety mouth.
Hermione felt her legs going limp and her heart pounding wildly. She closed her eyes, struggled to stay upright.
"Oh Merlin... he's going to kiss me... he's going to kiss me... "
Ron was looking with lust at the girl's mouth... he broke the little space that still separated them and touched her lips... when she felt the soft touch of his lips on her, Hermione could not help but smile... and she could feel...she knew he was smiling and smiled too...
The redhead stepped up the contact, and Hermione had to cling with both hands to his neck to keep from falling... It was... it was the best and most wonderful feeling...
When his tongue touched hers, a deep twinge burst out of her chest... And the kiss was becoming more intense, feverish...
She could stay there forever... supported by those strong and warm arms... She wanted the kiss last forever... Ron's lips tasted like mint with chocolate... and the flavor was addictive...
They parted panting. Hermione could not believe... She was smiling with her eyes still closed... She was afraid to open up them and find out she was dreaming...
She had met and fell in love with Ron there, in that train, and now they had exchanged their very first kiss in that same train.
- I think... it's bet-ter we get back, we're almost arriving. - Ron spoke as so the air returned to his lungs.
She just nodded, still had no strength to speak.
The scene in Portuguese:
O ruivo ergueu os olhos e a fitou de uma forma penetrante. Percebeu que a cabine finalmente estava vazia, levantou e puxou Hermione para dentro, fechando a porta.
Hermione respirou pesadamente e olhou para Rony em busca de uma explicação. Ele ainda segurava seu braço, não com força, mas de forma firme. Sentiu o corpo estremecer com o contato.
O olhar de Rony se tornava cada vez mais penetrante. E ele se aproximou sem dizer nada, uma aproximação lenta e torturante. Hermione se sentia cada vez mais nervosa, sua respiração se tornava cada vez mais irregular... Ron a deixava completamente sem ar.
- Ron...er... a-cho que...de-vemos...vol-tar. - O coração dela já falhava, assim como sua voz. A respiração quente de Rony a estava embriagando.
Rony continuou calado, sem dizer palavra e sem desviar o olhar aproximou ainda mais seu rosto do dela... deslizou gentilmente sua mão que ainda segurava o braço de Hermione até alcançar a mão dela e entrelaçou os dedos...
Se alguém ousasse atrapalhá-lo dessa vez ele estuporaria, sem se importar com quem fosse.
Não havia palavras para descrever a vontade que sentia de tocá-la, de beijá-la... precisa sentir aqueles lábios rosados e macios nos seus... precisava brincar com sua língua dentro daquela boca quente e aveludada.
Hermione sentiu as pernas amolecerem e seu coração palpitava descompassado. Fechou os olhos e fez força para se manter em pé.
"Oh Mérlin... ele vai me beijar... ele vai me beijar..."
Rony, olhava com luxúria para a boca da garota... rompeu o pouco espaço que ainda os separava e tocou os lábios dela... quando sentiu o toque macio dos lábios de Hermione nos seus não pôde evitar de sorrir...E ela pôde sentir... sabia que ele sorria e sorriu também...
O ruivo intensificou o contato, e Hermione precisou se agarrar com as duas mãos ao pescoço dele para não cair... Aquilo era...era a melhor e mais maravilhosa das sensações...
Quando sua língua tocou a dele uma fisgada profunda irrompeu seu peito... E o beijo foi se tornando cada vez mais intenso, mais febril...
Ela poderia ficar ali para sempre... amparada por aqueles braços fortes e quentes... Não queria que aquele beijou acabasse nunca mais... Os lábios de Ron tinham gosto de menta com chocolate... e o sabor era viciante...
Se separaram ofegantes. Hermione mal conseguia acreditar... Sorriu com os olhos ainda fechados... Tinha medo de abri-los e descobrir que estava sonhando...
Ela tinha conhecido e se apaixonado por Ron ali, naquele trem, e agora eles tinham trocado o primeiro beijo de verdade naquele mesmo trem.
- Acho... melhor a gente voltar, já estamos quase chegando. - Falou Rony assim que o ar começou a voltar a seus pulmões.
Ela apenas concordou com a cabeça, ainda não tinha forças para falar.
This drawing was made with gouache and dry watercolor pencils in anA4 size Canson 200g/m² paper. No Photoshop used.
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