Title: All Stories End
Disclaimer: It's all Rowling's, I'm just playing in her sandbox.
Rating: R (language and adult subject matter)
Spoilers: Through Half Blood Prince, all speculation from there on.
Ron and Hermione fucked for the first time the night of Harry's funeral.
Afterwards they laid there, backs to each other, the rumble of mourners and friends filtering up through the drafty passages of the Burrow. Ron curled in on himself, pulling away from the searing heat of Hermione's back, the euphoria of the preceding minutes slipping away before he even realized that he could hold on to it, if he so desired.
Ron didn't move when Hermione got up. The bed shifted and the floorboards creaked as she stood up and he laid there, staring at the scars on his arms. The rustle of robes being readjusted and the soft squeak of the door opening and closing slipped past him unheard.
The lamp fluttered at the doors closing causing shadows to leap and scamper down his arms. He laid there, his eyes tracing patterns on his skin, not thinking about before or after or anything in between.
Within a month they were sharing a flat off of Diagon.
