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Prompt: Sharing a bed [in The Burrow just before picking up Harry from the Dursleys, DH]
Waiting
It had been an agitated day at the Burrow, with over a dozen people coming and going and last minute preparations being made; it had even put a temporary halt to the wedding preparations that had been going on non-stop for the past months. Thus, nobody had noticed Hermione sneaking up to Ron's room in the hour before they were scheduled to leave for Little Whinging.
Even though they weren't strangers to spending time together on their own, Ron was still surprised when she showed up, imagining she'd be nervously pacing up and down the house instead, reciting spells and everything that could go wrong with the plan to herself. And if he was honest to himself, which he'd been trying to be, he was amazed at the fact that she still wanted to spend that much time alone with him, after the mess that had been last year. Things were going more than well between them, actually. He wasn't taking it for granted, but he tried to make the most of it.
'What are you doing?' she asked when he opened the door.
Ron shrugged. 'Just waiting.' In truth, he'd been trying to distract himself from thinking about what they were about to do by replaying in his mind some of his latest interactions with Hermione that he thought she had seemed pleased about.
'Can I wait in here, too? It's a bit crazy down there.'
Ron moved to let her in and dropped back on his bed. Hermione followed him inside. Instead of sitting on Harry's vacant camp bed, she settled for the foot of Ron's, folding her legs under her (but careful not to put her shoes on top of the covers—as if that mattered to Ron).
He waited for her to say something: about how they couldn't be sure their group hadn't been infiltrated; about how Harry would most definitely put up a fight when they told him the plan; about how uneasy it made her to fly a Thestral. But she simply sat there, her eyes staring into space, as if being there with Ron, in silence, was enough.
'Hey,' Ron said, bumping his foot against her side. He cursed himself for turning bright red when he realised he'd touched her hip, but that seemed to have got lost for Hermione, who just looked up questioningly at him. 'It's gonna be fine, you know.'
They were empty words, but he meant them. Hermione nodded and her posture relaxed slightly.
'Yeah,' she said, giving him a small smile. 'Thanks, Ron.'