DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry or Ron or Hermione :(

Hermione flipped onto her back and stared at the bottom of Harry's bunk. He was tossing and turning too, and every once in a while Hermione could swear that she heard the name Ginny being whimpered. She knew it had been months since he had gotten a goodnight's sleep, because it had been for her too. She knew that she should be sleeping; she knew it would make her more alert. But she just couldn't sleep anyway.

She looked over at Ron, who was sitting in the entryway of the tent staring out at the forest that surrounded them all the time. His red hair had a slight bluish tint from the moon, and his body slumped over its self with exhaustion, but his face still managed to look focused. She kept looking and finally made up her mind.

Hermione stood up and wrapped her blanket even more tightly around herself as she made her way to where Ron was sitting. She sat down next to him.

"Hey," she whispered. Ron looked over at her.

"Hey," he replied softly, "You okay?" Hermione's head dropped against her shoulder.

"Just tired."

"Can't you sleep?" Hermione looked up at Ron's face and was surprised to see how much concern was written all over it. He brow was furrowed and his were full to the brim with worry.

"I mean… well I can, but-" Hermione tried to put it into words that wouldn't make Ron worry.

"You can't, can you?" he asked. His face turned to an expression of sadness and guilt, almost as if it were his fault that she couldn't sleep. Hermione started to say something once again, but settled for just shaking her head. Ron pulled her close to him in a sweet hug and held her close against his warm body.

Her head felt too heavy to hold all of a sudden. She didn't fight it, and just let it fall gently against his chest.

Ron had grown up so much after he left them. Gone was the little boy who would tease her and make her cry, and in his place was a man who cared for her. He would hug her and rub circles on her back when she wasn't feeling well and would wipe her tears away when she cried. He was growing up, and Hermione was just falling harder and harder for him everyday.

"Ron?" Hermione whispered into his chest.

"Yes?" Ron whispered back into her hair.

"Do me a favour?" she needed to tell him now. She could feel her eyelids getting heavier, and heavier…

"Anything. Anything you want."

"Don't leave me again."

"I won't, Mione, I swear I wont." Ron felt her go limp in his arms and her breaths go even. He picked her up easily under her knees and torso and carried her over to the bed. He gently tucked her under the covers, pulled the blankets all around her, making sure that all of the shivers that were previously there disappeared.

And for a few moments after he tucked her in, he just sat there by her bed smoothing her hair and stroking her cheek.

Harry woke up to the sound of the wind whistling on the top of the tent and through the trees. His ears perked up for any sign of danger, but he only heard one steady deep breathing pattern. When he looked to see who was sleeping, he was surprised to find Ron next to Hermione's bed, being incredibly gentle.

"So mate? When are you going to make the move?" Harry said with a grin as Ron gave a little jump.

"Uhm… w-well.." Ron's ears had turned a deep shade of red, "I mean i..i.."

"Just don't make her wait forever," Harry replied turning back over onto his sides facing the wall, grinning to himself.