1

The door creaked as she opened it but no one inside the room moved. She saw moonlight shine onto Harry's face. For once, he was sleeping peacefully. The rest of the room was pitch black. It didn't matter though; she knew Ron's bed was directly opposite Harry's. And anyway, she was always able to find him. They had finally come back from Hogwarts. It was over. The war. The fight. They were allowed to be 17 again. They could have fun, and laugh, and love. Which is why it was the middle of the night and this couldn't wait.

She tiptoed over to him and leant over so that she could feel his breath on her face.

"Ron…" she whispered, so quietly she had to strain to hear herself. He smiled but was still asleep.

"Ron… wake up. Ron!"

"What?" Ron sat up and grabbed his wand. His face studied her, confused. "What are you doing here?"

She chose to ignore his question, just took his hand and pulled him out of bed. He, of course, followed her lead. But not without question.

"Hermione! Where are we going?" he yelled in a whisper.

They scurried down the several storeys of the burrow, ignoring angry comments from framed ancestors. She thought the kitchen was her best bet. No family portraits in there. Complete privacy. Hopefully. She ushered him in and closed the door.

"Hermione! Will you tell me what's going on?" Ron hissed. He was starting to look worried. And she was touched, again, by his heart. He loved his sleep. She had woken him up at 2 am and here he was worried about her.

She pushed herself up on her toes and joined her lips with his. It had surprised him, but after he had figured out what was happening, he kissed her back. Right before she pulled away.

"I couldn't… I just had to… I'm sorry-." She looked up at him hopeful, and worried.

Whatever smart comment she had prepared was cut off by his kiss. It wasn't like her one. Which was shy and hopeful. His kiss was gentle and passionate and it sent shivers down her spine. He had placed one hand in her bushy hair and the other one cupped her cheek and though she'd felt his hands before, she was sure they'd never been that soft.

They must have been standing there forever, but she had never been good at keeping track of time, so she wasn't certain. When they finally had to pull away, they were both breathless and smiling like idiots.

"Don't you ever be sorry. Okay?" he grabbed her hand and intwined her fingers with his.

"Okay."

"Good." He smiled and kissed her again. This was softer, and shorter. But she still got that same feeling. "Right. Lets go get some beauty sleep then."

They ignored more comments from ancient Weasleys on their way up the stairs. He kissed her goodnight infront of her door and also kissed her hand. She started to laugh but had to stop herself in case Ginny woke up. She watched him shuffle up the stairs and couldn't wait till the morning.

Beauty sleep was pretty much impossible for her. She could feel his lips on hers and it was like she had apparated into heaven.

She was eating breakfast with Harry when Ron came down the stairs the next morning. He looked happy but tired, and she wondered if he too, hadn't been able to sleep. He chose to sit down beside her and she grabbed his hand under the table.

"You know Ron, you kept mumbling something in your sleep." Harry stated while downing pancakes. Completely oblivious to the couple infront of him.

Ron's ears turned pink, but he tried to brush it off, "I've slept in the same room as you for six years, and you complain about ME talking in my sleep?!" he tried to keep a straight face, "I just had something on my mind." He squeezed her hand as he said it and she made a mental note to ask him later.