Chapter 2:
It was about a week after the Battle of Hogwarts, and the Weasley family, Harry, and Hermione all sat in the sitting room of the Burrow. Ron and Hermione sat on the couch next to each other, with Harry and Ginny on the floor in front of them.
The whole family noticed something was going on between Ron and Hermione- they were acting differently than they had before the battle. There was no constant bickering between them- in fact, they seemed almost inseparable. Harry was the only one who knew why.
After about an hour, almost everyone had decided to turn in for the night, leaving only Ron, Hermione, and George left. At that point, Hermione had laid her head on Ron's shoulder, and was falling asleep in the silence that filled the room. Ron was slowly stroking her head, causing her curls to ripple in response. Finally, George broke the silence.
"Well, I'll be going to bed," he smirked, "so you kids have fun!"
Ron shot him a look, and then pointed toward the stairs with his free arm, motioning for him to leave.
As George left, Ron inclined his head to whisper to Hermione, "We should probably go to bed, don't you think, Hermione?" She opened her eyes, and looked around the room to find that they were alone. "You were falling asleep," he added, out loud, as he stood up.
"Right," she slowly stood up and headed for the stairs after Ron, then stopped him, just as they reached the first step. Pulling him in, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered, as he kept her in his arms, "Goodnight, Ron." She started up to Ginny's room, which she was sharing with her.
Hermione reached the top step that led to her room, but as she was about to open the door, she felt arms wrap around her once more.
"Honestly, Ronald! You scared me," she sighed. Suddenly - neither of them know exactly how it happened- Ron kissed her, full on the lips. It was just like the first time she kissed him- maybe even better. Her heart sped up suddenly, as it was happening. To Ron, Hermione tasted like mint (probably the spearmint toothpaste). It was much different than kissing Lavender Brown, years before. Hermione's kiss seemed more real, as if he wanted to savor it- unless it was just because he loved her. As they broke apart, Ron went scarlet in the face, and he assumed that she had too, though he couldn't tell in the dimly lit area. Hermione was left breathless, as Ron turned and continued up the extended staircase to his room.