A/N: Okay, so I'm in a really big Harry Potter mood, and I just reread Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and I felt I needed to know more about Ron and Hermione together…Or at least, I want to know the behind-the-scenes stuff. I'll see what I can make with this. But for now, we're starting where the last chapter left off… Act like you never even read the Epilogue.
Lord Voldemort. Dead. Finally, after decades of suffering from his Dark Magic, he's finally dead. And Harry Potter killed him!
Erupts of applause went out. Hermione followed Ron to give harry a hug of relief but they were both trampled over by the hundreds of other wizards, witches, house-elfs, and other magical creatures that feared the Dark Wizard.
Together, Ron and Hermione backed out of the blaring crowd and ran along the corridors until they found complete silence.
Hermione knew she would have to be the one to break the awkward silence.
"I thought we were going to die, so I only had one chance," she said slowly.
Knowing that she was talking about the spontaneous kiss, Ron turned a slight shade of pink.
"Do you regret it?"
Silence.
"No." Her voice was full of nothing but truth.
He looked at her and noticed, for the millionth time, that she was beautiful.
"Neither do I."
He walked toward her and held her hand. She looked down, as her face grew redder, and stared at their intertwined fingers.
She had been dreaming about a moment like this since her second year. That one day when Draco Malfoy called her a Mudblood and Ron had defended her. She knew Viktor made Ron jealous, which was exactly what she wanted.
She drew a deep breath. "How long?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean how long have you wanted to…" she was too embarrassed to finish her sentence.
"Oh! Um… A long time, Hermione."
She gave a little smile and looked up to see Ronald Weasley, the boy she knew she loved, smiling back at her.
He leaned in a couple of inches. Her heart was beating audibly behind her chest. She leaned in to fill the remaining space and kissed him with honest love. He moved his free hand to the small of her back and she placed hers in his soft, red hair.
"Finally!" shrieked a girl's voice.
They broke apart (but still kept their hands intertwined). Standing on the other end of the corridor were Seamus, Dean, and Luna. All beaming.
Ron could feel his face turn a very, very deep red. He turned and saw Hermione a sweet shade of pink.
"Oh, erm, Luna! How – how are you?" Hermione's voice was shaking.
"Well, I'm fine of course. I mean, You-Know – I mean, Voldemort is dead! I don't think anyone really fears his name anymore –"
"Oh, look! Ron's finally snogging someone who isn't Lavender. Dean, do you remember how they used to suck each other's faces? It was disgusting! But I trust that Hermione will keep sights pleasant."
"Yeah, sorry, Ron, but that was a bit disgusting…"
Ron's face turned an even darker shade of red.
"I…Um…Yeah…I…Uh…Yeah," was the most he could get out.
"Why are you so embarrassed?" Luna started, "I think it's very romantic and there's nothing to be ashamed of." Her dreamy voice was hanging in the air.
The couple gave feeble smiles.
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"Well," Hermione was the one to break it, "I guess we'd best be off. Come on, Ron," she added in an undertone.
Still holding hands they walked off in the opposite direction of their observers and strolled blindly down the empty corridors.