When Hermione ran over and kissed him for the first time, Ron was the happiest man in the world.
He didn't care that they were inside the Chamber of Secrets, which is not a very romantic setting, to say the least. He didn't care that they were in the middle of a war, and that right above their heads, so many friends and family were dying.
He didn't care that it was random, spur of the moment; in fact, he loved the spontaneous sparks flying between them. He thought it was the best first kiss he could have ever had. Screw the perfect movie pecks with the slow eye gazing and mushy crap-he much rather preferred the headstrong Hermione who would slap him before she hugged him.
When Hermione ran over and kissed him, Ron felt like he was being electrocuted (but in a good way). There were so many tingles, so many jolts, running all through his body-but he loved it.
He kissed to feel more of the electricity, and lifted off her feet. (In more ways than one, but you'd never see Hermione admit that.) They kind of forgot they were in the middle of a huge life or death battle for a couple moments, and it was a nice change of pace (of heart).
(Okay, so maybe they forgot they were in a war for more than a few minutes, and their kiss was more like a make out session. That's why, when they came out of the Chamber with bruised lips, they lied and said that the horcrux out up a fight. Because, seriously, who goes around snogging in the middle of the Second Wizarding War?)
Ron was...jubilant, when Hermione kissed him. It was pure ecstasy with their lips meshing together in perfect harmony, passing all the words and whispers they never could have said aloud.
The kiss told of hardships, of love, and most of all, jubilance.
A/N: The kick off chapter to a new drabble collection on our favorite Weasley.
Done for:
I'm Falling In Love...Again Competition
OTP Boot Camp-Prompt #18 (Jubilant)
