Hey! I wrote this when I was on vacation during a thunderstorm. I hope you like it!

Crash! Lightening and thunder; rain poured down on them. Crash! There conversation was halted.

They had wandered out for a walk for lack of better things to do. Then there hadn't been a cloud in the sky, now the sun was old news. The night had come.

"Shall we head inside then?" asked Ron jokingly. Hermione agreed and they changed direction, running towards the burrow.

The day had been great. A full few days had passed without nearing an argument. In fact, they hadn't really been in an argument since the end of the school year, since the Department of Mysteries. It really seemed so superfluous when life was so short. And to think, it had taken them five years to realize this.

They ran back towards the Burrow, laughing at their situation. They had been walking for hours and were quite a distance form the Burrow. They really shouldn't have gone that far; goodness knows who or what they could have run into. But fear didn't cross their minds, as they were enjoying each other's company, not even when the lightning flashed and the thunder crashed did they fret.

It was five or so minutes of running before the Burrow came into sight. By now their clothes were soaked through and their hair was beyond wet. Ron went inside, followed by Hermione. They took their wet shoes and soaked scarves and jackets off at the door, trying to relieve themselves of some of the moisture.

They both took a seat on the couch by the fire, hoping it would help warm them up. Ron threw her a blanket, which she accepted in gratitude as he cast one over himself. For a moment there was silence, but that silence was soon broken.

"Oh Ron, I'm freezing," said Hermione. She was dripping wet, soaked to the core.

Ron looked at her. She was shivering wildly. "Come here," he said with a slight nod that motioned for her to sit closer.

Hermione didn't say anything or do anything at first as though she hadn't quite understood what he had said. He kept looking at her expectantly, his arm outstretched, so she scooted closer to him. It took ever ounce of courage he had to place his arm around her.

After a tension filled moment, Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and they finally felt themselves begin to relax. Their minds were still buzzing, but little by little their minds cleared until they felt totally relaxed.

They could still hear the thunder.

Could he? Should he? Ron pulled her closer to him, fearing a negative reaction from Hermione, but none came. In fact, she snuggled closer to him, much to his relief.

They sat holding each other, blankets around them, listening to the storm. The warmth of the fireplace comforted them. There are no words to describe the feeling between them at this time, for there had been none like it before. Never had they felt so… so comfortable around each other, so connected, so in sync. Never had they felt as though they were completely open and communicating, but not a word had been said. To say anything now would have felt easy.

The rain was pouring harder now; the flash of lightening could be seen. Ron took a deep breath. There was something he needed to say; there was something he needed to do before it was too late, before this moment was gone forever. He opened his mouth and waited a moment.

"I love you, 'Mione."

A crash of thunder.

She couldn't have heard. He had spoken during the rumble of thunder.

He waited for a response.

No, she hadn't heard. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe.

There was another crash of thunder.

"I love you too, Ron."

So there it is! I really hope you like it! Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks! Misty