Hermione had arrived at the Burrow a few days before Harry. Her bags plonked down inside the door as she inhaled through her nose, the familiar scent of clean laundry and musky warmth. Her stomach began to settle after apparating, and she was greeted heartily by the Weasley family, Molly, Ginny, Fred and George and Auther when he arrived home later that afternoon. She could feel the ache of her eyes straining to scan her surroundings for her favourite red-headed Weasley and it was no secret in her mind anymore that he was indeed her favourite.
She turned to Molly to ask but she already knew what, or who, Hermione wanted.
"Bedroom," She said simply.
And as Hermione dumped her belongings in Bill and Charlie's old bedroom, she climbed the stairs to the top of the Burrow, pushing the door open to reveal Ron, slumped down in front of his bed throwing a ball against the wall and catching it again.
"Hi," She smiled.
He looked up and his frown cracked into a lop-sided grin, "Hey,"
He stood up and gave her a hug, cradling the small of her back, secretly letting the ends of her hair entangle themselves around his fingers. As they pulled away, their noses were almost touching, signifying an awkward moment between them.
Ron held his gaze which gave Hermione butterflies that were almost painful before he tenderly kissed her lips, so lightly that there was barely any touch, but it was enough to give Hermione electrifying shivers up her spine. Pulling away, Hermione swore that she was going into cardiac arrest as she stepped away from Ron, light-headed and dizzy. The rain began to patter on the roof of Ron's bedroom, which calmed her slightly. She wanted to stutter out something to say but there was nothing that would leave her lips, not even the ghostly echo of their kiss.
"I should go," She whispered, holding Ron's hand as she left the bedroom, stretching out as far as her sockets would allow before letting go and walking downstairs to her new bedroom. A few days later Harry would arrive and there would be something new to talk about and Ron would probably forget the illicit moment they shared together in his bedroom.