A/N: Well, this is kind of AU. The kiss in Deathly Hallows didn't happen. Post-war. And no matter how hard I tried it still seems OOC. ^.^
Well, enjoy! *cough*And review*cough* I mean...
Hermione slammed her book closed. It was rare for her to close a book—let alone slam it—but it was taking Ron so long to wake up, that she simply decided to wake him up herself. Harry opened his mouth to protest, realizing what she was going to do, but thought better of it.
"Ron," she said, opening the door to his bedroom.
Ron was there, and awake. He'd obviously been in the middle of getting dressed, his shirt in hand. She gasped, and felt herself turning bright red.
Ron's ears turned scarlet, as they often did when he was embarrassed. He quickly pulled on his shirt.
"I should—I should've knocked," Hermione choked. "Sorry."
She turned to go.
"I should've locked the door," he said. "Not your fault."
Hermione didn't answer, but walked out. She'd fancied him for over two years, and seeing him shirtless wasn't bad. In fact, she quite enjoyed it. You still should've knocked. She thought angrily.
She went back down to Harry. He glanced at her face, still red from embarrassment.
"Was he up already?" He asked simply.
"Yeah." She didn't want to go into the details. Not with Harry, anyway.
"Where's Ginny?" she asked suddenly.
"I think she's up in her room."
She walked back up the staircase, passing Ron. They didn't say anything, but he smiled a bit at her. She smiled a tiny bit, and ran the rest of the way to Ginny's room.
"Ginny," she said.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, dropping the sheet her mother had asked her to put on the bed.
Hermione immediately blurted out the story to Ginny. "—I know he's you brother, but… Oh, I just don't know that much about this kind of thing."
Ginny snorted. "And you think I do?"
"Well, there was Michael, then there was Dean…and now Harry…"
Ginny sighed. Hermione could tell Ginny was going to help, and she smiled.
"Well…," Ginny started. "you really like him...I dunno. Oh! If you want to impress him, you can try playing Quidditch, and act like you care." She grinned.
Hermione groaned. She knew next to nothing about Quidditch. "That's not going to work. Isn't there something possible that I could do?"
"C'mon, just read about Quidditch. You're good at that."
There was a knock on the door. Ron poked his head in the door. "Er…Hermione. Can I talk to you?"
"Sure," she said, standing up from the bed.
"Go get him," Ginny whispered, smirking.
Hermione turned red again, and glared at Ginny.
She followed Ron back to his bedroom. He closed the door.
"Look, just because of what happened, doesn't mean there's anything weird…right?"
"Yes, I mean, no! I mean…ugh," she said. She wanted to hit herself in the head with Hogwarts A History until she could forget everything that happened that morning. "Right."
"Good," Ron said.
He rocked back and forth on his feet for a moment, then went to open the door. Hermione saw her chance. Maybe it was stupid. It was completely unlike her. But she took it.
She grabbed his arm before he could get past her. Leaning forward on her toes, she kissed him. He seemed surprised for a second. She felt his hand on her back, pulling her closer…
"Mum said—" Bill said, opening the door.
Hermione jumped back from Ron.
"What's going on?" Bill asked slowly. "Wait, y'know, I don't want to know. Just get downstairs, Mum says dinner's ready."
Hermione looked at Ron, both of their faces undeniably scarlet.
She brushed her fingers through her tangled hair, nervously. "I guess we'd better…go down there, then…"
Ron leaned down before she could move. He said, "Dinner can wait."
"Amazing," she muttered. "For once you're not thinking about food."
He smiled, pulling her up against him and leaning down to kiss her again.
I could get used to this, she thought.