Disclaimer: Mrs. Rowling is obviously much cooler than me. So she owns everything.
We can stay warm awhile, can you stay one more hour?
You know I'm going to find a way to let you have your way with me.
"Hermione, stop being so bloody proud and come over here where it's warm."
She stiffened, pursed her lips. It was taking a lot of willpower to ignore him.
"It's freezing and you're being stupid for the first time in your life. Can't you just put aside your anger for later? I can see you shiver from all the way over here."
Hermione snorted, turning over in her bed to face Ron for the first time that night. The two of them were lying in the tent, an uncomfortable silence between them, Harry outside keeping watch. The tent was little comfort to the violent snowstorm outside, despite crackling flames that she had conjured up. Of course she was freezing, but how was she suppose to just forgive Ron? No, she would not give in, even if she became ice under her flimsy blanket.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ronald, I'm perfectly fine."
He sighed, sitting up in his bed, his blanket tangled around him. She caught herself from staring, though he did look painfully warm.
"'Mione, I'm sorry. I'll say it a thousand times. A million. Please, I can't stand not talking to you."
His voice was low, the fire dancing a little across his pale skin and vibrant hair. She sighed.
"It isn't that easy. You left, Ron. Harry and I, we were miserable. And we were in danger, and you just walked out. That's your best friend, Ron and-" he cut her off.
"You think I don't know that?" He said, his voice increasing. "I feel like a bloody bastard, Hermione, but you know what? I'm back now and I'm not going to stop fighting. I won't stop fighting you-know-who, I won't stop fighting to keep Harry safe, and I'm not going to stop fighting for you." He took a deep breath, angry.
She blinked, watching him closely. A faint blush had painted her cheeks, and she slowly sat up. He did the opposite, laying back down, and lifting up his blanket for her. She looked worried, now.
"You mean it?'
He gave her a small, reassuring grin, his anger seeming to subside. She found herself relishing in that tender look her was giving her.
"Every word."
It was quiet for a moment, the only sound was the snow outside. She stood up, taking her blanket and padded over to his bed, crawling in next to him and sighing at the warmth between the two of them. He chuckled, his breathe tickling the back of her neck as he snaked his arms around her.
"I knew you were freezing."
She closed her eyes, taking in his scent and placing her hands over his arms.
"I'm still mad at you." The love in her voice gave her away.
He leaned over, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek and then one in her hair. "When are you not?"
She was silent, slowly falling asleep, his breath warm and steady against her skin. Closing his own eyes, he decided this was perfect for now.