Confessions over Coffee

We were sitting at the Burrow's kitchen table. Ron and I's relationship was still new, but we were taking it in stride. We were each other's support system. I helped him through the loss of his brother, and he helped me in my search for my parents. We were in love and we had used the last few weeks to get to know each other better than ever before.

There would be random moments when we were sitting together, or laying on his bed when we would share little pieces of information, that the other didn't know. A few days ago we were under his covers and I admitted that I took dance lessons when I was younger. He then of course made me get up and show him some ballet moves, but I did them gladly.

Molly had just poured us coffee, and left the room all smiles. Doting on our relationship helped her not to dwell on the death of her son. She told me truthfully that she had been waiting for this for years now, and had been rooting for me all throughout sixth year, when Ron and Lavender were going out.

I looked towards Ron and found his piercing blue eyes staring right at me. Unlike before, when he would quick look away and turn a worrying shade of red, he now kept looking totally unfazed. I smiled and his face broke out into a heartbreakingly beautiful smile, "I have to confess something to you."

"Uh-oh. Is this going to be as bad as when you told me about the time you got a huge boner when I hugged you in third year? You know, after you promised me you would help out on Buckbeak's case," I couldn't help but let out a huge laugh. "Harry told me you looked terrified."

He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile playing around the corners of his lips. "Well, now you know why. I was scared you were going to feel it!"

"I did," I admitted, laughing.

"What? Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked, chuckling still.

"What was I suppose to say? 'Ron by the way you're poking me in the leg,'" I said joking around.

He opened his mouth in a attempt to look scandalized, "Hermione Granger, I can't believe such a proper young lady like yourself would ever say such a thing," he managed to keep a straight face the whole way through until the very end, when he let out a large laugh. "Seriously though, I have to tell you something." I shook my head urging him to go on. "Remember my terrible attempt at asking you to the Yule Ball?"

"Ah, fourth year. That's the year you realized I was a girl," I reminisced the hurtful words spoken during that fight. Hermione, Neville's right- You are a girl.

"That's where you're wrong," he continued pointing his finger at me. "It was actually in first year."

"Oh?" I asked intrigued.

"Yeah. We were in the library- just you and I- you were reading, of course. You needed a quill to take some notes and you asked me to get it out of your bag, which was resting on the table between us. When I was digging around in it I saw your- you know."

"You saw my what?" I said totally at a loss.

"Don't make me say it out loud, Hermione," he said turning pink.

"I would help you out, except I have no idea what you're talking about," I said honestly.

"I saw your...products." At the blank look on my face he continued, "For... your time of the month."

It took me a moment to realize he wasn't joking around with me. "You realized I was a girl because you saw my tampons?"

His ears turned red and he nodded his head, eyes not meeting mine. I got up and walked around to his side of the table. He patted his knee, silently asking me to sit on his lap. I happily obliged. I sat down and put my arms around his neck. "Ronald Weasley, you are so sweet and innocent- I love it."

"So you don't think I'm a perv?"

"What? No. You can't help what you saw. Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"What was I supposed to say? 'Hey Hermione, I saw your lady products,'" He said copying me.

I laughed, "Okay I see your point." It suddenly got quiet and he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met in the middle. I don't think the fireworks that go off in my belly when we kiss will ever go away. We pull back as George enters the room, raising an eyebrow at our compromising position. I rise off of his lap giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and a sweet smile for George.

"I'm going to go back home tonight, and spend the day tomorrow with my family," I told him as he walked me to the fireplace. "If you're not busy you should stop by tomorrow. My parents would love to see you."

"I might be into that," he said leaning against the wall and mimicking some guy we saw on my T.V. the other night.

I smiled and shook my head. "Bye," I said giving him one more lingering kiss before disappearing into the green flames. He realized I was a girl because he saw my tampons. What did I get myself into? I thought chuckling quietly.