Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, whom are Joanne Rowling's and only hers. Thanks to her, this one-shot was possible.
I hope you enjoy the story, even though it's very short, and reviews are always very, very much appreciated.
It was a quiet night at The Burrow. The usually loud, lively house was unusually peaceful. The atmosphere had of course been different the past few days, but never this quiet.
Hermione, with her two best friends and Ginny, sat together quietly in front of the fire place. It's almost all that was heard in the entire house, with exceptions of Ginny and Harry's whispering to each other every once in a while. He was half sitting, half lying down on the couch, with Ginny's head in his lap.
Ron was lying down on the other couch, while Hermione sat below him, reading one of her favourite books. Or, she was at least trying to read. She could hardly concentrate on the words in the book, she was unsure why, but there was no desire in reading for her at all.
She looked up and saw her two friends asleep, and she smiled. She turned her head to see if Ron was too, but saw that his eyes were open, staring at ceiling.
Suddenly she got up from her spot on the floor, and sat down on the couch beside Ron. This gave her his attention, and he gave her a soft smile. She touched his hand, and realized she hadn't touched him like this in days. They had shared a quick, but passionate kiss during the war, and she had held him during George's funeral, but since then it had almost seemed as if they hadn't allowed themselves to touch each other.
This upset her slightly, wondering what would happen to them once everybody started moving on from the tragedy.
She suspected Ron had noticed how her face fell, because he pulled her towards him, urging her to lie on top of him, which she did. She snuggled into his chest as he stroke her bushy hair. All negative thoughts she had been thinking quickly vanished, as she realized what a comfort laying like this with Ron was to her.
"I want to lay like this forever." She whispered suddenly, breaking the silence that have been between them not only tonight, but for days.
He kissed her on the top of her head, and she looked up at him. The eyes she met was full of longing, desire, happiness...She could feel the tension between them, and she longed for more of his touch, more of him.
He pulled her head with his hand towards him, and their lips met in a kiss. Unlike their first kiss, it was not hungrily and hurried, it was almost painfully slow, but never had Hermione imagined such a kiss full with passion. Their lips parted, and she felt how hot her cheeks were. They were both out of breath, barely being able to speak, but never once left each other's eyes.
"I love you." he said simply, touching her cheek. She couldn't help but feel her heart flutter with love for him as he said those words to her. She was herself, possibly for the first time in her life, at loss for words; she could not even manage saying the same back. But she realized her big grin must've given it away, as he smiled back at her, and she realized there was no need for more words at the moment.
She kissed his neek and he moaned quietly. He then slipped his hands under her shirt, enjoying the feel of her skin as he stroke her back, as he kissed the side of her head. Again, their lips met, in hungry kiss. Hermione moaned into his mouth, and they broke apart, both looking over at Ginny and Harry. Relieved, they saw that they were still sound asleep, and looked back at each other.
"Your room?" she whispered huskily into his ear. He nodded as they stood up, and grabbed each others' hands while hurrying up the stairs.
She smiled to herself, as she realized that this was only the beginning of forever.
Fin.