Silence
The Burrow makes so many noises. It has a sound all it's own, Hermione thinks. She believes that she doesn't like this about the Weasley home, but she hears it all the time in her dreams. Ron grabs her by the wrist as she goes up the stairs and pulls her into his room. She gasps and he slams the door but no one notices because the twins have arrived with loud cracks in the living room.
"You're finally here."
"I'm finally here." She is barely finished speaking before his mouth is on hers and his hands are everywhere and the door creaks loudly with their weight as someone runs up the stairs.
Ron slides his hand behind her neck, tilting her head back for more, always more. He listens for his family to interrupt, as they always do and always will, he figures. It doesn't stop him from skimming his fingers anywhere she'll let him.
It feels like they have never been alone, not like this. Hermione is afraid they will never be alone again so she lifts herself up onto him and wraps her legs around his hips. He moans softly into the space where her neck meets her shoulder and Bill calls for Ginny from downstairs.
Hermione is as light as a feather and as heavy as his mother's expectations. He should stop because she will kill him if they are caught and he doesn't even know which she he means but he can't, he can't, not now.
Now he is carrying her with one arm wrapped tightly around her waist while he grabs the desk chair with his free hand and jams it under the door with a bang that somehow thrills her. She is shaking and so is he and someone calls his name. They stop for a minute but the ghoul throws something and Ginny says she is coming. Ron sets her down on his desk and leans over her. The books and quills sound exactly like she always imagined they would when they hit the floor.