I'm no JK Rowling, but hopefully she won't mind I've borrowed her characters for a little while. This is slightly an AU story. The first chapter starts out in Hermione's POV. Happy reading!
Living at the Burrow at age eighteen wasn't exactly the way I had pictured my life. After I discovered I was a witch at age eleven, my whole perspective on life changed. At first, I imagined myself creating new spells or potions, but then I stepped into Hogwarts. Over the six years of my Hogwarts experience, I'd learned more about myself than I thought I could. I started imagining myself as an Auror, a Healer, or even a professor—perhaps Muggle Studies.
The years weren't always happy occurrences where I sat around and pictured my future.
Last year, what should have been my seventh and final year of Hogwarts, is something I will not be able to forget for as long as I lives.
Instead of attending Hogwarts, I set out with my two best friends to destroy the Darkest wizard of all time. My best friend, Harry Potter, was the Chosen One to accomplish this task. Our other best friend Ron Weasley, Harry, and I discovered all the Horcruxes (or artifacts containing a portion of Lord Voldemort's soul) and Harry ultimately defeated Lord Voldemort.
A lot of great witches and wizards were lost in that final battle.
It had only been two weeks since then. The emotional wounds that had been left behind from losing our loved ones were still fresh. Remus, Tonks, but mostly Fred Weasley, Ron's brother. Fred and I always disagreed; after all, he was the perfect trouble-maker and I was the perfect teacher's pet. However, Fred was like an older brother to me. The pain resulting from losing Fred was almost unbearable. Worse than the pain of losing Fred was the pain of losing George as well. George is alive, but he is no longer himself. I don't mean to sound as though he's gone through a Dementer's Kiss—but, well—in a way he has. All the livelihood George contained was gone. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had closed. I didn't think it'd open again anytime soon. I understood, though. I mean, I've never had siblings, but to lose someone closer to you than anyone else had to be unbearable.
But, here I was, living at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley had insisted I stay here after she heard my parents are continuing to live in Australia. I didn't want to live in Australia. I needed to stay here with the people who really needed me right now.
Ginny especially needed me, so I decided to stay in her room rather than another room in the house. Percy's room is too tidy and organized for my liking, and I cannot stay in Fred and George's room…it's too sad. Not to mention the last time I was in there a telescope punched me in the eye.
The only negative thing about staying at the Burrow was being around Ron. The chemistry between Ron and I was obvious to everyone. Now, it was even obvious to us. However, we took it too far. Unplanned events occurred and the consequences are still too great for us to handle.
I had a growing fear in the pit of my stomach. I should have felt relief at just finishing off another Horcrux, but all I felt was fear. Running through the corridors of Hogwarts with Ron, I could hardly focus on anyone else.
"Hang on, we're forgetting something!" Ron said, stopping abruptly.
"What is it?" I asked, turning to look at him, panting slightly from the run.
"The house elves! They'll be down in the kitchens, won't they?" he asked, an unreadable expression on his face.
"You mean we should get them fighting?" I asked warily. Ron knew my feelings on house elves being free—asking them to fight is something he would know I'd be very, very against.
"No, I mean we should tell them to get out! We can't ask them to die for us."
I don't know what came over me in that moment. Honestly, I don't. One minute I was standing there, listening to Ron talk, and the next moment I was crashing into Ron's body, my lips coming down onto his hungrily and passionately.
Ron responded with a passion equal to mine and we fall back against a wall. My arms reached desperately around him, pulling his body as close to mine as I could get it.
War temporarily forgotten, Ron pulled me into an abandoned classroom and kissed me harder. Kissing Ron felt amazing, better than I ever imagined. I felt his tongue trace my lower lip lightly and I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to explore it.
After what seemed like decades we pulled apart. I looked into Ron's eyes and saw a passion and desire so strong I thought I must be imagining it. I knew my expression matched his exactly, and I knew what I wanted more than anything right now. This war was the most dangerous thing we'd experience in our lives. I wasn't sure our chance of survival, but I knew the chance of both of us surviving was not great.
I was not going to die without knowing what it felt like to make love to Ronald Weasley.
Ron must've been thinking the same way I had. "We don't have much time," he whispered, his blue eyes boring into my brown ones.
I couldn't help but pick up the double meaning of his words. Whether he meant for this purpose or in life was unknown to me. The only thing I could recognize was the thing I'd wanted for so long was finally here and I was not going to let it slip by.
His mouth came back down on mine and I got lost in Ron.
After the war had ended, Ron and I had talked about that night. We realized we had made a mistake. We took things too far too fast, and now we didn't know how to handle it.
I really did acknowledge the fact that it was a mistake. It was very much in-the-moment and we weren't prepared for that.
Losing my virginity that night had a lot of emotional consequences for me. I'd become emotionally unstable, though I think part of that had to do with all the other events that night.
I know the decision we made had an effect on Ron. It was his first time as well, and I'm sure it was far from the way he'd imagined it. For example, in his mind it was probably with someone other than myself.
The honest truth is, Ron and I have been dancing circles around each other for a long time. However, our first kiss should not have escalated so quickly into the first time we made love. Ron and I needed to experience life as a couple with chemistry and compatibility before making such a drastic decision.
Instead, we did the opposite. So now, instead of being together, we are even further apart.
Living at the Burrow now only makes things worse for us in this situation. We are remaining best friends for now. I only hope one day we will be able to overcome this and be the couple I know deep down we are supposed to be.