Hermione Granger sat amongst the scarlet covers, staring at the equally red curtains surrounding her bed. The thick pieces of cloth separated her from the other people in the room. Through the slit in the curtains, though, the moon could be seen. It lit up her little section of the dorm, making itself only one of the few reasons why she figured she could not sleep.

The war was over. Her best friend, Harry Potter, had made sure of that many, many hours ago. It was finally time to sleep, something she never thought would come.

She knew she should be able to fall into an instant slumber, like everyone else. Hermione knew that since it was all over, she should be able to lose all thought and sleep. Peace was now everywhere. Everyone could sleep peacefully now that the darkness had gone.

People all over are now at ease, if only the sadness of any losses flickering through their dreaming minds. Even if this was completely true, Hermione was the one exception.

All she had to worry about, she deduced, was finding her parents soon and finding a job later on.

Right?

No.

In that instant it hit her. She flipped the blankets off of her, swinging her bare feet over onto the floor. Though only clad in her oversized shirt she had stolen from someone and her pajama pants, she walked swiftly over the cold floor.

Exited the girl's dorms, she walked the few feet to the boy's dorm entrance and continued to make her journey up the hard stairs.

Hermione opened the door she knew was the correct one slowly. With a creak, she opened the door far enough to where she could slip in and did so, closing it back behind her.

The girl with bushy hair made it across the room without making a noise. Having to sneak around for a year, she figured, helped in the act of being stealthy.

She got to the bed she knew was the one she was looking for and pulled back the closed curtains.

There, his face being lit by the moon was Ron Weasley. His freckled face was leaning towards her, his snoring oddly comforting.

Hermione stood there, her right hand holding onto the crimson fabric like it was her lifeline. She watched him sleep for a minute or two, gathering whatever courage she had left before moving her hand to rest on Ron's shoulder.

Hermione hesitated, relishing in the spark that shot through her arm as she touched him. Finally, she shook his arm slightly.

She continued to shake him until his hand shot up and grabbed the arm that was poking him. Hermione gasped as Ron sat up in a hurry, obviously as on edge as he was while they were hunting Horcruxes.

Ron edged back down, propping himself on his free elbow when he saw it was only Hermione. Though he relaxed a bit, he kept his hold on Hermione's hand; a soft grip that sent chills now her spine she hoped would look like shivers form the cold air.

"Hermione?" Ron murmured, tired and confused.

"Hi," Hermione squeaked, wondering why she had bothered to come.

"What're you doin' here?"

"Um… couldn't sleep."

The awkward silence that filled the short space between then last for a few moments.

Ron's blue eyes seemed to search her soul as Hermione tried to look everywhere but his face, their hands, or the tight shirt he was wearing.

"D'you… wanna," Ron trailed off as he nodded towards his bed.

While turning pink, Hermione nodded as Ron let go of her and scooted over, opening the covers for her.

She slipped in next to Ron. Though they both felt slightly tense at first, it didn't take long for the sleep to invade her, the awkwardness leaving. She snuggled up to him, resting her head in the crook of his neck, smiling as his arms wrapped around her.

"I love you, Hermione," Ron whispered in her ear.

At these words, Hermione went rigid in surprise. She then pulled back, causing Ron to panic. She looked up into his red face and smiled. Her radiant grin was wet since tears were falling from her brown eyes.

"Oh… um… I'm confused," Ron muttered as he eyed her tears and smile.

Hermione giggled.

"They're tears of happiness, Ronald."

She laughed again at the huge smile that filled Ron's face.

Hermione leaned towards Ron, stopping inches from his.

"I love you too, Ron."

Hermione then leaned in, giving Ron a deep kiss.

She broke away, in need of air, and warmness filled her as she saw the look of pure euphoria in his face.

"Ron, that's not the first time I've kissed you, you know."

He laughed and said, "Yeah, but last time didn't count. We were in the middle of a war and all."

Hermione gave him another sweet smile before lying down, enveloping herself in Ron's pleasant and loving embrace.

Finally, she fell instantly asleep, not a care in the word, in the arms of the man of her dreams, the man she had waited somewhat patiently for.

Hermione woke up reluctantly to what sounded like stifled laughs. She tried to open her eyes, but the bright sun hurt her eyes and she sank her head deeper into Ron's chest.

But this act, it seemed, just made the noise louder. Hermione, getting annoyed, sat up and looked towards the sound.

When she saw what it was, she jumped and pulled the covers high over her.

Ron stirred next to her and did the same, but this time, upon seeing the two people next to their bed, he fell off with a thunk.

This also caused the two siblings to laugh even harder.

"Bill, shhh! You'll wake up Harry," a voice Hermione recognized as Ginny's said through her giggles.

"Bloody hell! What're you two doing here," a disgruntled Ron nearly yelled as he stood up next to Hermione, still in his bed.

"Well," Bill Weasley said as his snickering died down, "Mum sent us up here to see if you guys were awake, since it's been over twenty four hours. Just be glad she sent us instead of coming up herself!"

Ginny's laughter started up again at the look of horror on both Ron and Hermione's faces.

"Oh, shut up, you two!" Hermione said, her face still pink.

"Aw, come on, Bill. They look embarrassed," Ginny said mockingly.

With that, Ginny walked out of the dorms, with a look towards Harry that only Hermione noticed.

Bill started walking before turning around, giving a wink to Ron, and leaving.

Ron slapped his forehead before slumping back down onto the bed next to Hermione.

Hermione started to giggle, having suddenly finding the situation slightly funny.

Hermione laughed as Ron turned onto his back, giving her a look for laughing. Though before he could comment on her grin, she bent down and kissed him.

They kissed for a moment before Hermione jumped off the bed.

"I have to go get ready. We don't want anyone else laughing at our expense."

Ron grunted in disagreement of the fact that she was leaving but nodded, saying he would meet her down in the common room in ten minutes.

"So, 'Mione?"

"Yes, Ron," Hermione said as she walked hand in hand with Ron towards the Great Hall, trying not to look at all the destroyed paintings and windows along the way.

"Wanna go snog some?"

Hermione scoffed at him while hitting him in the arm, though not succeeding in her attempt to not look amused.

Ron laughed too, trying half-heartedly to dodge her.

They continued to banter playfully as they walked through the Great Hall, past their friends and family, waving to Neville as he sat with Hannah Abbott.

The couple sat down across from Ginny, who started to laugh when she saw them.

"Shuddup, Ginny," Hermione hissed to her best friend.

Ginny nodded, laughing for a second more before taking deep breaths to calm down.

Hermione tried and succeeded to turn the subject from her and Ron by commenting on the flirtatious mood surrounding Neville and Hannah.

Ron, though busy shoveling food into his mouth, squeezed Hermione's hand occasionally.

These small actions, combined with the sideways looks and random kisses, reminded Hermione that Ron loved her and that it would never diminish.