So they were alone. Hermione and Ron sat opposite each other at the kitchen table dumbly for what felt like an age.
Ron's head, however, couldn't be more of the opposite.
-Offer her a game of chess, a voice suggested.
-No, no – the new polish you just bought for your broom would be much more interesting to show her!
Ron grinned at Hermione stupidly.
"Want to... go to the orchard?" she asked.
"God, yes!" Ron answered, relieved.
"We could take a picnic!" Hermione suggested, digging through the cupboard for a hamper. Ron grabbed his broom and a blanket.
The scene was beautiful in the orchard that morning: beautiful weather, beautiful food, beautiful boyfriend. In Hermione's opinion, anyway. Ron had just shown Hermione his best moves on his broom.
"Wow, Ron! You're really good!" Hermione applauded.
"Well there's no reason to be so surprised," Ron joked. "Thanks. Been working on those since March." He poured them both some of Mrs Weasley's homemade cider.
They led down on the blanket. Ron noted that Hermione's face was extremely close to his. She kissed him: he kissed her back. There were hands on his belt buckle.
"Are you sure about this?" She asked.
"Definitely," Ron said, grinning.
Harry and Ginny had returned home. They could see the entwined silhouette of Ron and Hermione up in the orchard from the drive.
"Looks like they've got things sorted out now," Ginny said smiling, "that talk with Hermione seems to have done some good,"
"That's funny, I had to talk to Ron, too," Harry said.
"Meddler!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Right back at you," Harry laughed. They went back inside.