May 9th 1998

HGPOV

I really could stay here forever I thought as I lay on the damp grass in the arms of the man I loved. We had questioned out love earlier on that day as I wondered aloud if we kissed during the battle because we had been through so much together. Ron said I was being uncharacteristically stupid because he had loved me since third year. I ignored the insult. He said he loved me. It was the first time we declared our love to each other.

Now we lay on the grass out side The Burrow. It was as private as things got around here. All of the family, including Harry and myself were staying here. I couldn't face going to Australia yet. I couldn't leave them all after what their family had just bee through. There was no way I could leave Ron here…surrounded by the grief for his fallen brother. Fred. Poor Fred. Harry felt guilty, as if it was his fault. No body blames him. Every night Ron loses sleep over it. Whether it's nightmares where he sees him die again and again or he just stays awake, determined that he won't dream of Fred. The Burrow is so quiet without Fred and George playing pranks. George hasn't even left his room. He hasn't eaten in days.

It's still so hard to believe that the battles over. The war is done. Voldemort is gone, and Bellatrix will never hurt me again. I shuddered just thinking her name.

"What's up? Are you cold?" Ron asked me, breaking me out of my daze.

"No, no...it's just-"

"Bellatrix," he said, such anger in his voice. I looked up at him. He looked terrifying, so cold…so...un-Ron like.

"Ron, it's fine. She can't hurt me anymore. Your mum made sure of that." I hoped I sounded surer of myself than I felt.

"I know," he said, but he pulled me even tighter "it was just so horrible, having to hear her torture you. Your screams. And I couldn't do anything."

"You saved me. You and Harry and Dobby. I'm safe now." Thanks to you.

"Wasn't all me…" he said shyly and smirked. Almost as if he could hear me thinking 'was' as adamantly as I was.

"But it was you," I stressed, "my hero." and I leaned up on my elbow to kiss his cheek.

"Suuure…" he rolled his eyes but turned to face me. My eyes met his and I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. Those amazing blue eyes. I hope our kids have those eyes. Then suddenly I felt his lips on mine, so soft, so gentle. But quickly I wanted more and I deepened the kiss. After everything we had been through, I felt almost desperate. I can't lose you, I couldn't live. I felt his desperation too. It equalled mine. We're too perfect together. Soon we were gasping for breath. Then our lips were attached again, our kiss deepening by the second. His hands started roaming my back and my hands were tangled in his beautiful red hair. He started to make his way under my jumper. I pulled back. "Sorry...I-" he started.

"It's fine," I was so annoyed at my morality "it's just…ah…we're outside. In your back garden. Anyone could see us." I was turning steadily red.

"Oh, right of course. I thought you pulled away because…you know" now he was turning red. How could he think I didn't want him. I rolled my eyes.

"Ron, I want to. Trust me. But later" I said, kissing his lips briefly and moving to stand. He got up beside me. We walked across the garden hand in hand and made our way into the kitchen. The rest of the day was difficult. After what happened in the garden, I really couldn't wait for night when I would sneak into Ron's room and Harry into Ginny's. I waited as patiently as I could through dinner and was relieved when Ginny said she was going to bed. I excused myself not long after her and made my way to her room. We didn't talk. It was hard to talk to Ginny after the battle. Only Harry knew what to say to her, and he was the only person she would talk to. It upset me slightly because she was my best friend. But I understood. After what felt like three hours Harry apparated into Ginny's room. " Everyone's away to bed. Ron said, and I quote 'tell 'Mione to get her sweet ass up here'…quite the charmer you've got there" he said, smirking to himself. I could only imagine the scenarios he was thinking of. It made me turn a shade that the Weasley's would be proud of.

"Night Harry, don't make too much noise now," and rolling my eyes, I grabbed my wand and apparated to Ron's attic room.

"You took your time," he said, clearly amused.

"Yeah well, Har-" I didn't get to finish what I was saying. Ron's lips were on mine before I could get it out and we carried on from where we left off in the garden. Soon, we were both down to our underwear. I was lying on Ron's bed and he was on top of me.

"You did lock the door, didn't you?" I asked, although I knew what his answer would be.

"Eh…no. I may have forgotten that part" his face turned crimson. He hastily picked up his wand from the table beside us and muttered something at the door. " Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"Yes Ron, for the millionth time, I'm sure. I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

"Ron?"

"Uh huh?"

"Do you have any potion?"

"Potion? Wha-ah no…sorry," he looked thoroughly annoyed with himself "I guess we can't then."

"Its fine, one of us can just do the charm."

After that things got very heated. Our hands were everywhere. I wanted him. I needed him.

Eventually, we had nothing on and we had explored each other so much, we were about to burst. "Ron" I said.

"Now?"

"Please"

He was nervous about pushing into me, I could feel it. "Ron its fine, I'll tell you if it hurts. I promise."

"Promise?"

"I just did," I rolled my eyes "I love you, Ron"

"I love you, 'Mione."

And with that we were one. But I didn't realise that in the rush of everything, neither one of us had used that charm.