A/N: This is the first fic I EVER wrote!!(But not the first I posted)!! I thought of this one day, when I was sitting on a ledge and, like many of my fics, I thought of this movement that I thouht was really romantic in a light, and I really like the last few lines! Anywhoo I wrote and wrote, until this is what came out!! Hope you enjoy this story! please review and keep in mind theres a sequal!!

Hermione and Ron's Secluded Moment

Summer breezes made the trees sway free, as it made Hermione's thicket of curls dance. She sat on a low wall of an empty outdoors corridor, behind and below her, a grassy alcove sat idly and the stairs some feet away from her that lead to said alcove were deserted. A small stack of books at each of her knees and one rather heavy book, one she had no doubt read before, open across her lap. Her interest in the book was unfathomably diligent as it always was, through she was no longer the same student she was the year before, in fact nothing was the same as the year before.

Hogwarts, and the rest of the magical world, was in need of repair. More then a month had pasted since Harry rid the world at last of Voldemort in the ultimate battle. Most of the students had left because of the ended term, others like Hermione and her friends stayed to repair the castle and tread through the turmoil that used to magical law enforcement. Shacklebolt took over as temporary Minister of Magic, he recruited Harry, Ron, and Neville and makeshift aurors, and Hermione was working with the magical rights department to correct all the ridiculous anti-muggle laws the death eaters set up (She also managed to sneak in a few laws pertaining to house elves). Everything needed something more that didn't come easy. It was amazing there was even any time to relax.

Through not all was peaceful, in the smallest corner of her mind Hermione sensed something in the distance.

Suddenly there was an uncontrollable sensation of someone tickling her, which was impossible because the floor was more then 8 feet beneath her. But this came on so suddenly her only reaction was to writhe in laughter. Unfortunately in her hysterics she also lost her balance and tumbled backward.

Hermione only had time to squeak in fright, and shut her eyes to the when she would inevitably hit the ground, or so she thought.

Thump!

Hermione didn't understand, from what her senses had taken in, with eyes closed, she didn't hit the ground with a thump, but rather had been caught by someone with a cradle of arms.

Her hands assessed themselves blindly with a broad-shouldered chest and a long face. She slowly opened her eyes recognizing her savior. Of course she found Ron grinning down laughter.

"Ron! Did you just see what happened?!"

"Yeah! I finally got the hang of that tickle charm without speaking!"

"Really? That's…" Hermione began before she really caught his words, "Ron! I could have broken something!" she hit him on the chest to let her down, but he didn't.

"And I caught you, with my amazing keeper skills" Ron's lopsided grin held a cocky air, "So what's up?" he then asked casually.

"Well I was up there" she pointed to the ledge above her, "until you nearly tickled me to death for no reason!"

"Firstly I would never let you die if I could help it. And I had a perfectly good reason," Ron rolled his eyes.

"Which was?" Hermione raised her eyebrows interested.

"I was bored all morning and went looking for you," he shrugged.

"Ron your impossible, where's Harry?" she suggested.

"Dunno, might be anywhere, but knowing him, he's either in the boys' dormitory sleeping, Dumbledore's office, or with Ginny in those, "secluded parts of campus" he's always blubbering about in his journal, where ever those are."

"You read his journal?!"

"I told you I was bored!" he defended, "So what else have you been doing other then sitting on precarious ledges?"

"Well, if you must know I'm working."

"On what, You-Know-Who's funeral?"

"I was studying!" she laughed.

"Sorry, what?"

"Stu-dy-ing, Ron I know it's something you've never bothered trying but-"

"I know what studying is!" Ron exclaimed in exasperation, then he leaned close and examined her face closely, "Wow, I thought that was just a reflex at first, but your really serious! What could you possibly be studying for?"

"You know the usual, head start for next year's exams."

"Now, Hermione, I know this must be hard but," he paused for teary eyed dramatics, "We don't have any more exams!"

"Ron, just because we skipped seventh year doesn't mean we don't have to take exams,"

"Hermione, that's ridiculous!"

"What? I want to finish my education what's ridiculous about that, might I ask?"

"Well let's count, er, you have been declared cleverest witch of the century, in like the world! And we have personal accounts in destroying the most evil person that ever lived… twice. In reality should any one really need to look at the scores of our last exam?"

"Well…" Hermione looked to the upper corners of her head, "I guess in a way, I suppose that's true."

"And there you g-… wait, did… did you just agree with me?"

"I guess I did, didn't I!"

"So… so… I won an argument!?" his eyes light up to their fullest potential.

"Yeah I suppose," Hermione could smile at how easy it was to make Ron happy, as appose to tell him otherwise.

"But I never win arguments with you"

"Well things change."

"Huh…,"he thought, "are you sure this isn't going too fast?"

"What? You didn't expect things to change?" she laughed.

"Well, yeah I did, but nothing that big. I mean I didn't think you would start agreeing with me until…," he searched his vocabulary for the right word, "Marriage."

Hermione faked a gasp and pretended to all a flutter, "Why Ronald Weasley, is that a proposal?"

Ron who was quite flustered, quickly replied with a smirk, "Will that get us out of repeating seventh year?"

"It's temping, but no."

"Oh, than you'll just have to wait." He grinned trying to hold his composure but they laughed out loud together. Ron took a step forward.

"Er… Ron?"

"What?"

"Your still holding me," Hermione blatantly stated the obvious. It was true; she still sat in a cradle of his lanky arms, though they had both pulled into a closer embrace during the conversation.

"And?"

"Aren't you going to let me go?"

"Never."

Disclaimer: a moment later Harry and Ginny chose to return from their own secluded Hogwarts area, and Ron dropped Hermione.

Way to kill the moment, H/G

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