Heat Spell
He would drop his wand and she would drop her eyes. His hand would curl under her hair, and it was a wonder it didn't get stuck there. Deathly Hallows: Ron's Return.
Upon Ron's return in the Deathly Hallows, Hermione was the one on guard, Gryffindor's sword had nothing to do with that part, and Ron and Hermione meet for the first time in months.
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It was glowing softly in the distance, and although she couldn't make out it's total shape, she knew it was safe and warm where it was. She got up, not really meaning to, and began to follow in its light.
She followed it for what seemed like hours, not once taking her eyes off it. It was as if it was hypnotizing her. She couldn't look away. It was only after several long minutes of walking did she realize what it really was. It was a dog; it was a patronus.
She didn't think for a minute. It couldn't be who she thought it was…he was long gone. And besides, even if he had decided to come back, he would never have been able to find them with all of the Untraceable Charms she had set around the camp.
So, she did the only thing she could think was logical. If it was him, he would know. If it wasn't, there was nothing to give away. She breathed deeply, before whispering, "Expecto Patronum!" just to see a wisp of light come from the tip of her wand.
She closed her eyes, trying to think of the happiest memory she knew. She thought back to the DA meetings, then to the Yule Ball…. Then she remembered: the last truly happy memory she had, which was only months ago. She envisioned the first night they went into hiding, when she and Ron had fallen asleep in each other's embrace. It was the first time she had been warm for months.
"Expecto Patronum!" she said. A silver gleaming otter shot out from her wand, joining the dog in its steps. It was the brightest she had ever seen her patronus, and she smiled at the thought. Its warmth-- combined with the dog's-- gave her an eerily happy feeling.
Then the dog opened it's mouth, its light flickering, "Hermione?" it whispered.
It was Ron. All Ron. And she could not contain her excitement. "Ron!" her patronus exclaimed. She couldn't have made her happy otter go away if she tried.
Using the light of her and Ron's patronus, she moved around in the glow in search of some sort of movement. Her movement was frantic, afraid she might lose him again if she did not find him soon. All she wanted was to see his face.
And then he was there, right in front of her, his face alive with the happiness and joy she felt as well. "Hermione…."
His wand fell out of his hand, and his patronus vanished in a flash of white. Hers went out as well, the source of its happiness gone. They were in the dark, and she felt her eyes drop to the ground below her.
Then his lips were on hers, and it was nothing but a blur of lips and tongues and heated words. She couldn't—and never would—get enough of him. He was her everything, and even though she had known that for 3 years, it was never more obvious than in that moment.
His hand curled under her hair, running through it and moving against her skull. It was a wonder how he ever managed to get it out again. Then, in the heat of the moment, she was lifted off her feet. He lost his balance after a moment, and they both ended up falling…falling….
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As suddenly as it had come it was over, and she was awake with an almost painful sense of longing in her heart. She cried until she fell back asleep again, to dream once more of Ron, her one and only.
She only wanted him there to wipe away her tears.