All The Time In The World.
by alloy.
Perhaps he was running from the truth?
The truth of who he was and what he had to offer.
He could still feel her, her full lips, her tongue, her hips under his hands and her breasts crushed against his chest.
That was his moment, etched into his memory along with the taste of her, the smell of her and sound of her calling his name.
The end had come and gone, she had clung to him when Harry had seemed lost, she had consoled him when the truth of his brother's death had left him shaking uncontrollably, using her own limbs to quiet his.
Then as the adrenaline had leeched from his body the stark reality of this new world began to sink in he had left her in amongst the throng gathering around the boy who had lived twice.
Finding the room of requirement fashioning it into a stark dark room resembling a dungeon, then seating himself on cold stone he contemplated his fortune or lack thereof.
"I need her a lot more than she needs me." He murmured.
"Idiot." Came a reply.
His head jerked up to find her standing there, silhouetted again the door.
"Yeah mostly." He said.
"It's finished Ron." She said as her presence caused light to creep against the shadows.
"I know." He said. "It never really made sense did it?"
The frown again. "Fred wouldn't have wanted this know?"
His turn to frown. "Fred always liked you." He said. "My whole family does, so don't make them an excuse."
"Oh!" she replied. Then she laughed sending further shards of brightness against the morose of the cell he had fashioned.
"How can somebody so clever be so incredibly dense. Honestly Ronald!"
She placed a hand over his opening mouth. "Shutup!" she ordered. "This complex of yours has caused us enough trouble. Now you are going to standup and come down with me to the great hall." Hermione's voice faltered. "We'll pay our respects to Fred, and then you can introduce me properly to your parents."
"But you know Mum and Dad?"
Hermione stomped her foot. "Ronald! As your girlfriend I demand a proper introduction."
The darkness was gone now the walls too, bright cheery flowers surrounded them as they sat in a fresh spring garden.
"Girlfriend?" Ron felt himself grinning.
"Unless they've changed the language Ron."
"Girlfriend!"
He felt giddy now and urge to be close to her overcame him. Ron stood drawing Hermione closer.
"Girlfriend." He murmured stifling her reply with a kiss, holding her tight against his body.
"Yes." She replied softy.
"Best tell mom and dad." Hermione had grown limp in his arms. "We've time Ron."
"Yes."
"A few more kisses?" she asked unusually coy.
"A few more." He agreed.
"We've all the time in the world now."