WARNING: MAJOR HP SPOILERS AHEAD!
I loved this scene in DH (as I'm sure many R/Hr shippers did) so I decided to write it from Ron's point of view. Drabble. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and I do not own Harry Potter.
Ron was running when a sickening thought occurred to him.
"Hang on a moment!" he said, stopping in his tracks, staring at the back of Harry's head. "We've forgotten someone!"
"Who?" Hermione demanded, turning to face him.
"The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?" he asked. A mental picture of Dobby on the ground, bleeding as a knife poked out of his skinny chest filled his head.
"You mean we ought to get them fighting?" Harry asked.
Ron rolled his eyes. That was probably one of the stupidest things he had ever heard.
"No, I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want any more Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us—"
There was a loud noise as Hermione dropped all the fangs in her arms. She was charging at him, and he realized what was about to happen a second before it actually did. She flung herself at him and planted a kiss firmly on his lips. His head started to spin and he was quite sure that he couldn't breathe. Forgetting the house elves, forgetting the fact that Harry was watching them and that the school was falling apart around them, he kissed her back, slowing dipping his tongue in her mouth. He threw away the things he was holding and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet.
He thought he heard Harry say something, but bugger Harry, he was too busy snogging Hermione. He put his arms on her waist and steadied themselves to prevent them from falling down.
"OI! There's a war going on here!"
Harry's shouting brought them back to earth. Ron pulled away and couldn't help but smile. I just kissed Hermione Granger, Hermione just kissed me…
"I know, mate," he replied, continuing to grin like an idiot. "so it's now or never, isn't it?"