Disclaimer: I do not own Harry, Ron, Hermione, or any of the other characters or places in this story.

Ron looked out over the silent lake. He'd always enjoyed sitting under that perticular tree with branches so long that they practically touched the black water underneath. It always used too soothe him in the past, to hear the gentle clucking as a branch touched the otherwise still water.

But today it didn't soothe him the least, even though he should be more relieved than in almost six years. They had won. Voldemort was defeated and gone. But it hadn't come for free. Professor McGonagall was gone, as was Lupin. Their near and dears only consolement was that the two had died hero deaths, something they would've wanted.

But now, Ron and the others was about to face their biggest challenge yet. Normal life. Without Voldemort making their lives hell, how would they decide to spend them?

Suddenly, a strange sensation hit him.

He wasn't alone.

When he heard a branch cracking on the ground right behind him, he turned around and jumped over the man, landing on top of him on the ground.

Only it wasn't a man. It was a woman. A furious bushy-headed woman he knew very well.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, you stupid git! Get off me!"

Ron could feel his ears reddening as he stood and awkwardly helped Hermione to her feet.

"Sorry," he said, "habit. From the war, I mean."

Her face immediately softened and she laid a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

"Yeah. It's alright. Sit down with me?"

Ron nodded, still blushing slightly, and sat down at the tree next to her. She then started take of her shoes and socks and did the same to him. Then she dipped her toes into the water, shrilled a little, and put her whole feet in. Ron, not knowing what else to do, did the same.

After a good while just sitting there in silence, Hermione spoke up.

"Ron?"

"Hmm?" he answered a little too fast.

She turned her head towards him, her cheeks a shade of pink.

"Did I ever thank you for... saving my life?"

Their eyes locked, and he felt his throat becoming really dry.

"N-No," said Ron, his voice catching in his throat.

Hermione leaned forwards and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then she stroke his cheek affectionately, stood up and went back to the castle. After her she left a very confused and red-faced seventeen-year-old boy with feet that was instantly becoming warmer and warmer despite the cold water they were in.

A/N: So, what do y'all think? I know I'm pretty sucky at serious things, my major in fics is humour. Do you think I should carry on with this story? REVIEW! ;) It's pretty short, but I just wanted a solid ground to begin on. Also, you should know that I'm Swedish, and therefor not exactly an expert on English, but I do my best. Please R&R to keep me going!

TTFN - Ta ta for now!