A week of muggle fun

Chapter two – First night

Ron stepped out of the fireplace after using a cleansing spell on himself to not spread ash through the whole living room.

Something suddenly jumped him.

Ron lost the grip on his trunk and it fell to the ground as he embraced Hermione. "Hey you."

"Merlin, I've missed you Ron," she gave him a peek on the cheek. "It's just been two weeks 'Mione," he answered her as he picked up his trunk again.

"I know, but we are used to be together every day, so two weeks is a pretty long time," she grabbed his free hand. "Here, I'll show you you're room."

She led him up the stairs and to the end of the hallway. She opened the last door on the left side to lead him into a white painted room. The room wasn't really big, but it wasn't really small either, anyway he doubted he would spend much time there. There was a bed that looked quite comfy with blue covers, a dresser and a desk in there too. The last piece of furniture in the room was a big bookshelf, filled to the brim with books. He guessed her parents shared her love for books.

"Don't be afraid to use magic in the house, I've put up a spell so muggles can't see it through the windows. My room is next to this, so if there's anything you need just tell me..." "Right now I need to snog my girlfriends senseless." Ron showed his lopsided grin that made her knees go weak.

He put down his trunk, cupped her face with one hand and kissed her fiercely. "I missed you too, y'know," he breathed in between kisses.

They stayed in his room for a while, snoging.

Until someone rang the doorbell.

"Who's that?" Ron looked surprised at Hermione. "It's the delivery guy I suppose. I ordered pizza for dinner." "Pisa?" Ron's face turned puzzled. "You'll love it," she answered him before walking out of the room and downstairs to open.

He followed soon after her, finding her in the doorway, handing a guy what had to be muggle money. In one hand she held a squared box, which was rather thin. "Bye." She closed the door and motioned for him to follow her into the living room.

Hermione put the box down on the table and disappeared to the kitchen, only to be back not long after with two bottles of butterbeer. She put the bottles down on the table too before she sat down in the couch next to him.

She opened the box and grabbed a slice of pizza. Ron followed her example and took a bite of it. Merlin, it was probably some of the best he had ever tasted in his whole life.

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"Maybe we should head to bed love?" Ron asked a half asleep Hermione. "Probably," she answered with a yawn.

She snuggled closer to him, more or less ignoring what he said. "So, you have any ideas about tomorrow?" he asked, curious, looking down on her, trying to figure out what she were thinking about.

"Yeah, I thought I would take you to catch a movie at the theatre. It's almost like a telly, and then I'll make dinner and we could just relax here in the evening." She gave him a small smile and a peek on the cheek.

"What do you think about it?" "Sounds good love, I'm just looking forwards to spend some time with you," he kissed her on the mouth. "But what about bed?"

She didn't look too pleased with the suggestion.

"I have nightmares Ron," she told him quiet, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

He hugged her tight. "It's okay Hermione, I have them too sometimes. You're safe love, I'll be in the room next-door, just come and wake me." He kissed the top of her head, doing his best to try and make her feel safe.

"I don't have them sometimes; I have them every bloody night." Her eyes started to fill with tears as he hugged her close again.

"I'll stay with you 'Mione, 'til you fall asleep."

They got up from the couch and walked upstairs. He let her go change in the bathroom and changed into his own PJ's, a pair of maroon bottoms and a white t-shirt.

When Hermione emerged from the bathroom he was waiting for her in the hallway. She took his hand and led him into her bedroom.

Ron took in the sight of it. The walls were painted a light purple colour and in the centre it was a queen-size bed with matching covers. Pushed against one of the walls were a dresser and a desk filled with parchment. One of the other walls was covered with bookshelves, filled to the brim with books and in one corner there were a big armchair. He imagined here sitting there, reading Hogwarts: A History.

Hermione led him to the bed and they lay down, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her to him so her back were against his front and their heads were resting on the same pillow.

"Night Ron."

"Night 'Mione."

A/N: There you have the second chapter, and keep telling me what you think. Your reviews means everything to me, I wouldn't be here today without them, so keep them coming =) And I'll try and update soon again. I've given you the general idea about what's going to happen in the next chapter... but stay tuned if you want to know what I didn't tell :P

Listening to: Hallelujah – Rufus Wainwright