Hermione and Ron had looked through nearly fifty books, and the yawns and sighs were getting more frequent. They still weren't finding anything.
"What if we never find anything, Hermione?" Ron bit his lip in despair, his ears seemed to be permanently red. "You're the expert on this, what do you think?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow questioningly at him. "I'm the expert at finding spells to resuscitate Harry?" she said, rather confused.
"No, it's just you were always the one to study and find stuff," he paused. "Remember the polyjuice?" he pointed out.
"Oh, you mean that," Hermione said, for once in her life she was being slow, it probably had a lot to do with her lack of sleep. "Well, for starters I actually went to bed at a reasonable hour, unlike you staying up late to sneak around the castle and down to the kitchens, or whatever you did. Also, when I was researching things like the polyjuice potion, the philosophers stone or any of the other more, hmm…, colourful should I say, things we were researching, it always took me at least a week," she finished with a sarcastic smile.
"Bloody hell, we'll be here forever," grumbled Ron, putting his forehead tiredly on his arms.
"Well, Ron really, this is pretty important, and, if you didn't get my subtle hint before, we'll be able to attempt sorting this out and research a lot better if we have some sleep," stated Hermione, getting up.
"Alright then," Ron replied, secretly pretty grateful he could get some much needed sleep. He started heading over to the corner of their tent where the three camp beds were, but then he paused, and turned to look at Hermione.
"Hermione?" he begun with a small smile, looking at her uncertainly.
"Yes?" she enquired, wondering what he wanted. Her hair was quite a mess by now and she had dark circles under her eyes.
"Do you mind sleeping next to me tonight, it'll be lonely since it's just the two of us, I keep thinking something's coming," he explained hesitantly, hoping that she wouldn't refuse.
"Umm…" Hermione debated this for a few seconds, she had a secret crush on Ron, but was it really right to sleep in the same bed as him, when they weren't even going out? "Pyjamas, right?" she wondered out loud.
"Course," confirmed Ron, who was personally wondering if the next day would be a good time to tell Hermione that he thought he was in love with her.
"Alright then," she told him, before getting up to change into her pyjamas behind the curtain Harry had put to give her some privacy.
Ron had to stifle a gasp when she walked, he had certainly never seen her in this kind of pyjamas before, she mostly just wore modest, full length pyjamas. However, what she was wearing tonight was rather different, as she had emerged in elegant, rather feminine pyjamas that left little to the imagination. His eyes flicked up and down, taking in her silk blue pyjamas, that showed off her curves rather well, letting his eyes enjoy the black lace that covered the edges of her pyjamas.
Hermione made her way over with a grin. "Move along then, you're hogging the bed," she complained.
She bent down, and pulled the quilt over her, snuggling close to Ron.
They lay there for around half an hour, talking about anything from Snape to their first year. Ron started wriggling about a bit, thinking about what he was going to do.
"God, Ron I don't know what I'd do without you," she grinned, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Alright," Ron thought, his face covered with a slight blush. "Now is definitely a good time to tell her."
They were incredibly close, breathing against the others cheek, staring into the others eyes, as they lay there tangled up in the sheets.
Ron took a deep breath. "Hermione," he began. "Ever since fourth year, I've started to have feelings towards you that are well, a little more than brotherly. I couldn't imagine life without you. You're beautiful, intelligent, kind, caring, loyal," he paused.
"So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I think I'm in love with you, would you like to be my girlfriend," he finished, looking rather nervous.
Hermione looked positively delighted, and responded by sweeping him up in a long, romantic kiss, only coming up for air.
"Ron, you've no idea how long I've yearned for you to say that, because, well, I love you," Hermione whispered breathlessly, staring into his eyes.
"So, I take it you return my feelings then?" he asked with a sly smile.
Hermione just rolled her eyes, before Ron leant over to engage in some more mind blowing snogging. Before they knew it, Ron was down to his boxers, and Hermione's silky blue top was flying over their heads.
"Merlin, this is good," exclaimed Hermione, who by now was naked, and moving her kisses slowly down Ron's body.
"Merlin, I've waited so long for this," cried out Ron as he let out a moan, enjoying Hermione's soft lips on his skin.