Authors Note: First off, I know the battle of Hogwarts took place in Late Spring/Early Summer but I really wanted my story to take place in the summer as well. I know a couple of hormonal 18 year olds would likely not wait an entire year to bring their relationship to the next level. But I also knew Hermione wouldn't want to rush into it either, Especially with Fred and everything else going on. So just pretend for me that the battle took place in January and it is now the following summer…..say late-June.

Second, I usually do a better Ron POV but I really wanted this to be Hermione's decision and therefore from her POV. Hopefully I was able to make their first time memorable. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I JK in any way, shape or form.

It's been months.

She's not sure she can withstand much longer.

She has been taken aback by the response of her own body, every time he touches her, every time he holds her hand, every time he kisses her….especially on the neck. She thinks he secretly knows it puts her in over drive. So unfair.

They have long passed their awkward phase, thank goodness for that.

Their snogging sessions have gradually gotten more and more intense. Lately she comes up for air flushed pink and breathless. He takes her breath away in every way possible.

She always pulls away, stopping herself from letting her body control her mind. She wants to do what's right, but her body is sending her a completely different message. As always, he pulls away as well, leans his head back and closes his eyes. She wonders what he's thinking.

So here they sit, on the couch in the living room of the Burrow. Ron's head leaned back with his eyes closed, Hermione trying to catch her breath. She starts to trace his jaw line, lips and nose with the tip of her finger. "What are you thinking about?" she asks, unable to contain herself. "Nothing" he replies. She knows better than that…..he's not thinking nothing. If she's as brilliant as everyone says she is, he must be thinking the same thing she is….

Thankfully Ginny's out somewhere with Harry and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left a while ago, something about ice cream. She doubted that. Mr. Weasley's idea of giving the two of them privacy she assumed. Are they mental? Do they have the slightest idea what she's thinking? No. They mustn't.

"Ron, I think I'm going to go home. Your parents should be back soon and I need to..uh…study"

"Are you sure? I'm enjoying you here." Ron said opening his eyes to look at her "We can play a game of wizard's chess. You know I love beating you at that" He smiled.

She smiled down at him. He is always so patient with her. Never questions or pushes or tries to rush anything. He hasn't tried anything further then attempting to sneak his hand up her shirt, but apparently he quickly thought the better of it and withdrew. She wished he wouldn't. Curse teenaged hormones. These thoughts swirling in her head wasn't helping bring her temperature down or making her cheeks any less pink.

"I'd love to Ron but I really need to get home, it's getting late. Plus I'll see you tomorrow" She replies before temptation gets the best of her. Here. Alone. With Ron.

"Okay, I'll walk you to the tree so you can disapparate home and I'll see you tomorrow" He smiles up at her. He stands up, holds out his hand to her and says "come on". He grasps her hand in his and helps her to her feet.

She weaves her fingers into his and they walk out into the cool night air.

Slowly they walk. Closer and closer up the hill to the tree….. every step is harder to take, like her desires are being torn in two. She had to leave, quickly before she changes her mind and drags him back into the empty house. No….. no she tells herself. She mustn't.

"Are you ok?" she hears Ron ask.

She looks up at him, the moonlight highlighting his profile. Making his ginger hair look a lot lighter then it is. And those blue eyes, he might as well be looking right through her.

As if trying to avoid him from reading her embarrassing thoughts she turns away and looks at the ground.

"Yes, of course. Why?" She asks. Though she's sure the distracted look must register on her face.

"You just look like you're thinking too hard about something" Ron replies.

"No, just thinking….about…the studying I need to do. That's all."

"You think too much sometimes" He says with a smile obvious in his words. Almost as if in a chuckle.

"Believe me I know" She says.

They approach the tree and he kisses her very lightly on the top of her head.

"Good Night then Hermione. See you tomorrow" Ron says with that grin on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'd just like to…..see something….you know….for research." His grin widens.

"Ok, what is it?"

Ron leans in and whispers in her ear. "Close your eyes"

She obliges, cursing the goose bumps erupting all over her body.

For a moment nothing happens….she's just standing there looking foolish. Perhaps this was one of his jokes?

The anticipation is worse than anything, what is he doing? She is dying to crack one of her eyes open. Just for a seco… before she can even finish her thought his mouth was on her neck. All coherent thoughts were driven out of her mind and she inhaled a sharp intake of breath. She was wrong. The anticipation was not worse, him driving her mad was far worse.

She opened her eyes.

He had that stupid grin on his face again.

However all he says is "good night" and wraps her gently in a hug.

She is speechless for once. He must know the effect he is having on her. So unfair. She thinks again.

"Goood…..good night, Ron" she managed to sputter out before he turned on her and she got one last glimpse of his back before she was swallowed by blackness. He seemed to be snickering.