As she opened her eyes she suddenly felt overwhelmed. The fireplace, her favorite couch, the common room…and Ron? As she continued to wake up more thoroughly to the morning's sun, she felt even more confused. What was she doing wrapped up in Ron's arms!
"Oh my God", she whispered.
Ron stirred and Hermione panicked.
"Mione'", he muttered, "it's morning already?"
"Uh, y-yeah, R-Ron," she stuttered.
Ron brought her closer to him, and began to rub her back. 'What is going on?' she thought, and then she remembered.
"Bloody 'ell, Hermione, it's Saturday!"
Once again, Ron and Hermione were having one of their famous rows. Where else to row, but the common room?
"You should be doing your essay that's due Monday! You'll have all of tomorrow to sit around and do nothing, then!"
"Hermione- I'm knackered, just sit here and, and", he stuttered, then grabbed her hand, "play some chess with me?"
Hermione's resolve was melting and the butterflies in her stomach from Ron's hand on hers did her in.
"Oh, alright."
The game was going very smoothly. Ron of course, was winning. He seemed a bit nervous around Hermione lately and today he'd been awful nice. He held doors open for her, waited for her before and after all the meals. Hermione was feeling a bit suspicious of Ron's intentions, until she was interrupted by his sudden outburst.
"Ha! I've won again!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yes, of course Ron, " Hermione came over and sat next to Ron on the sofa in front of the fire, She yawned and rested her head on his shoulder. She decided she might as well take advantage of Ron's mood before it ran out. She secretely hoped it never would. Ron rested his head on hers and draped his arm over her shoulders. Hermione thought this was exceptionally perfect.
By this time everyone had gone up to his or her dormitories for the night. It was all but empty, except for Ron and Hermione. After several minutes Ron was drifting off to sleep, and Hermione was breathing quite deeply.
"Mione'", he finally broke the comfortable silence. She looked up at him, "do you want to go to bed, it's late."
"No, no, let's just", she yawned, "stay here a while longer." She snuggled closer to him and put her arm casually over his stomach, with her head comfortably resting in the crook of his neck.
At this moment, Ron knew he couldn't just let this moment go past. For a while now, he'd been feeling different towards Hermione. After a while, he figured it out, and he knew he loved her with everything he had. He just had to tell her how he felt yet, and maybe just maybe she'd feel the same.
"Mione', can I tell you something?" She looked up at him and nodded her head. She sensed nervousness in his voice. "Mione', I- I", he stuttered, he tried desperately to swallow the lump in his throat, but it just wouldn't work. "Oh, bloody 'ell!"
"Ron, lang-" she was cut off by the sudden pressure of Ron's lips pressed against hers.