(Last few sentences before the chapter ends) ;"Are you sure?" said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.

"I think Harry's right," said Hermione quietly.

"That wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking no only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a Sandwich up there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."

Ron and Hermione laughed in admiration. He was dirty, smelly, tired and most likely, able to actually eat a horse right now, but yet he was still able to crack a few jokes.

"Right, I'm off to bed, see you in the morning," he exclaimed suddenly. His eyes were full of permanent relief, and he almost looked as though he was standing a lot straighter. Like a great weight had been lifted of his aching, sore back.

Hermione hugged him gently. "Have a good sleep," she whispered.

Harry turned to look at his two best friends, and smiled. He genuinely loved them for everything they had done. For risking their lives, for putting their families in jeopardy, for actually revising spells over the summer holidays so they had a few up their sleeves while they were with him. A tear slipped down his swollen cheek. "You two are very awesome people, you know that don't you?" he stated.

"Of course we do," Ron winked.

And with that, Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way up to the Gryffindor common rooms for their first proper sleep in years.

Hermione woke with a start.

She was lying next to Ron on his creaky wooden bed, his gorgeously toned arms snaked around her entire torso. Her sudden movement caused him to crack open an eye lid.

"What is it, Mione?" he croaked, rubbing her arm softly with his forefinger.

"Um, I don't know…" she trailed off, lying back down and turning on her side to face him. The corners of her mouth turned up into a smile of their own accord. "How did I get here exactly?"

"Well, we were in the common room talking, just us two," he paused to reach up and stroke a piece of stray hair out of her face.

"Yeah, I remember that bit." She blushed at the memory.

"And then I leaned in to kiss you," he trailed off, as his face moved a little closer to hers. "And you kissed me back." His face was now so close that she could feel his sweet gingery breath on her face, their foreheads almost pressed together. "And then you fell asleep with your tongue in my mouth. Muppet!" he winked, laughing.

Hermione turned an even brighter shade of maroon and smiled sheepishly. "Oh my gosh," she exclaimed, covering her face with her swollen hands. "For goodness sake…"

"It's alright," he soothed, gently moving her hand away from her face and pecking her on the nose, "I carried you up the stairs and tucked you into bed, then accidentally fell asleep myself," he laughed, "I swear, I wasn't being a pedo or anything by cuddling up to you while you were knocked out asleep, I just sort of did subconsciously while I was asleep." His ears were starting to become the same shade as Hermione's cheeks.

"I really don't mind," she replied, giggling uncontrollably, feeling a complete tit.

He moved to lie on his back and stared intently at the stone ceiling.

"So, is this real then?" his voice almost a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want this to become official? Us, together I mean," his voice became weak and broke on certain words.

"Ron, I've wanted that since second year."

He turned back to her and rested his head against hers, kissing her gently on her slightly parted lips.

Their mouths moved in perfect harmony, tongues requesting entrance almost at the exact same time. Her hands tangled themselves into his soft orange hair, as his moved lightly over her body, careful not to accidentally seem disrespectful. One moved it's way to the small of her back, pulling her closer against him. She moaned quietly into his mouth as he did so, arching her back, pushing against his perfectly sculpted, rock hard chest muscles. The other of his hands delicately smoothed it's way down her petit little waist, over her hips, down her thighs, until it reached her leg. He then curved his fingers around it and hooked around his waist, causing his arousal to brush against her opening. He felt her wetness against him.

All of a sudden his semi turned into a full hard-on. He knew, right then and there, that if he was to go even a bit further now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

He froze against her body.

Hermione, obviously confused by his sudden change of mood, pulled away, her eyebrows yanking together to form a tight frown.

"What's wrong, have I done something?" she asked. Her breath was so ragged that she was surprised Ron understood her.

"No, you're perfect. That why I- just- need to…" he untangled himself slowly and got up.

Her face was hurt, there was no mistaking that, but there also seemed to be large traces of betrayal and anger. Anger mainly with herself.

She sat up and stared at his tall figure, taking in his odd stance. His legs seemed to cross over at the knees, as though he was trying desperately not to pee his pants.

"I'm sorry," he seemed rather sincere. "It's just that, I'm afraid that if we go on any longer, I'm not going to be able to control myself, and-"

"Don't be so silly, of course you can control yourself, we've still got our clothes on, you muppet," she giggled, extremely surprised and shocked as to where this confident attitude had suddenly originated from.

"Look, you don't understand. I've been wanting to kiss you, to hold you, for quite a few years if I'm honest, and now that I am, all these desires that I've had for you, have all, like, surfaced at once I guess. Do you get what I'm ranting on about?" he pleaded.

"I know exactly what you mean," she responded, winking in his direction.

"Well, don't push me then, if you know what's good for you," he returned a cheeky wink, and sat at the end of the bed.

Hermione shuffled over and sat herself next to him. "Is that a threat?" she whispered in his ear, as seductively as she could.

Wonder what'll happen next..? ;)

Right, I was sitting down while writing this chapter, wondering what could happen as the story progressed. I came up with a few ideas, but none of them seemed very interesting to be quite honest. So, could a couple of you very awesome readers possibly send me a few ideas? I'll mention you in the next chapter if you do(:

And I'd be very, very grateful(: thankss xxxx