Ron POV

One sister and five brothers, four now and all this grief surrounding me and the only thought on my mind is that I don't deserve this, any of this. I don't deserve the fame, the title of a hero and least of all her. Hermione Jean Granger. I was just one of the Weasely boys, never the best but never the worst. Then I became Harry Potter's best friend and that was all I was, even to my own family, but not to her. Not that I was smart enough to realise it until now of course.

We haven't spoken for the past two days, not properly anyways. Now we're on our way to bury Fred and it all just doesn't seem real. She kissed me. Harry killed Voldemort. Fred died.. and I'm alive. If a happy ending was to be expected then I thought that I was the one who was going to die, there would be no happy ending without Harry (he WAS kind of essential in defeating that noseless git) and Hermione was just too smart to die. But me? I was just the sidekick, one that left them in the middle of nowhere too. I wouldn't have had a twin to miss me, my brothers and sister had five others in case I didn't make it and my parents had more than enough children to keep them happy. And Hermione? She could do so much better than me! I can't figure out why in the name of merlin she would choose ME. Or has she even chosen me?

It WAS just one kiss.. and maybe she really didn't mean it, kissed like she did I'll give her that. But we need to talk about what happened, no matter how akward it may be, she needs to know.

Hermione's POV

He doesn't like me back and now I look like a complete idiot to the two people who mattered the most to me after my parents.. who don't even know I exist. I shouldn't have kissed him.. I honestly don't know what got into my head but he started talking about house elves and sounded so Ron-like that something just snapped inside me and all the emotions I had tried hiding for the past four years just spilled out in that moment. Not that he didn't reciprocate.

We had just buried Fred, Mrs. Weasely looked so shattered, it was hard to imagine that she was the same strong lady who had tried to "fatten me up" every time I stayed at the Burrow and been a second mother to me. But I couldn't even bring myself to look at George, or what had become of him anyways. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks and didn't have any tears left to shed, he just...stared.

I chanced a glance at Ron. He was supporting his mother as she cried, always the caring one. Why did he have to be so damn cute and infuriating at the same time? He must have sensed my eyes following him as he lead his mother to a chair Percy had just conjured, he looked at me and I couldn't read his expression. Was it sympathetic? Or just broken? There was only one thing I knew and that was that we needed to talk. But I had already made the first move, it was his turn. If he found the guts, that was.

After the service I was sitting in a chair in the garden of the Burrow. I thought it best to give the family some space and time to mourn their loss. Fred and George were like brothers to me too, and I knew that I would miss him, both of them really. I saw Ron approaching me, the expression on his face would have sent me into fits of laughter a couple of years ago, but now it just made my heart race. He sat down on the chair next to me and said, " So.. umm how are you doing?" Of course, the small talk, " Not too well, nightmares are pretty bad. Yourself?" He seemed to relax a bit, "Not too well either... but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about." I could feel myself blush, "Yeah... I'm guessing this is about me kissing you?" No point beating around the bush I guess. "About that.. it meant something to me y'know? I've had feelings for you since.. well forever even though I knew that you were too good for me. You probably didn't mean it anyways and if it makes you feel more comfortable I'll just pretend like it never happened and.. well I should get goi-" 'You really ARE thick aren't you?" I said. Ron didn't get a chance to reply to that because I shut him up by pressing my lips to his. Like last time he responded enthusiastically. I tugged at the ginger locks of hair at the nape of his neck and he slipped his arm around my waist. We broke apart a minute later as we were out of breath. He stared at me for a moment as if he was trying to figure out whether I was real or just a figment of his imagination, then he finally registered what had happened. "Shall we?" He said, he was grinning now, I smiled and took his hand in mine as we walked back to the kitchen.

First fanfic ever! Please review, feedback would really be appreciated! Probably going to add more chapters.