A/N: Ok, this chapter goes out to all the Ron/Hermione shippers out there! I love this one so much, even if it is in prison. We finally get to see what is going on with Ron and Hermione. Read and enjoy. I probably won't put anymore chapters about them in here, though, until they reunite with Harry and Ginny and everyone. Keep reading and reviewing!

Chapter 8: Confessions of the LOVEliest kind

Ron sat in his cold cell, the dank damp ceiling dripping onto his head steadily, but he didn't care. All he cared about were the footsteps growing closer. The footsteps either meant food, a new prisoner or torture, whether it was to get information, or for the Death Eater's twisted humor. More often than not, it was the third option. Ron huddled up into the darkest corner, hoping that they wouldn't stop by his cell, or anyone else's for that matter. But they did. The guard stood in front of Ron's cell, suspending by magic the body of what looked to be an unconscious girl. But it was hard to tell in this light.

"Hey Weasley," called the guard, opening the door and levitating the girl in, placing her on the ground, roughly, "I have a surprise for you. Enjoy."

That was it. Ron breathed a sigh of relief as the guard left, leaving the girl behind, Ron crawled across the floor to where she was sprawled on the ground. Pulling the deluminator from inside his shoe (where he kept it so the guards couldn't find it) Ron let out a ball of light which glimmered like a tiny sun, emitting a small circle of light over Ron and the girl, causing Ron to gasp as her face was shown in the dark.

Her eyes were closed and had dark circles under them, causing Ron to know she hadn't been sleeping well. Her face was cut and her long sleeve shirt and jeans were torn. Her curly, brown hair was sprawled around her head, making a pool around her. Ron reached up and petted it down before tending to her face. Using a scrap of semi-clean cloth from the corner, Ron sat down and started to clean the gashes on her face with some of the water he got everyday. As Ron started on the biggest cut, from above her eyebrow down to almost her ear, she winced and Hermione's eyes fluttered open to look up at Ron in the dim light.

"Ron?" she asked, trying to sit up, but wincing and falling back a couple inches, only for Ron to catch her with his arm.

"Hermione," Ron breathed, lifting her to his chest and crushing her gently in a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and started crying into his shoulder. Ron murmured into her ear. They sat like that for about 5 minutes before Hermione whispered into Ron's ear.

"I thought I would never see you again. I was so worried."

Ron chuckled half-heartedly. "You have cuts and scrapes all over, you have just been captured by Death Eaters and you are without a wand indefinitely and you are worried about me?"

"Ronald," cried Hermione, pulling back so she could look him in the eyes. "You are one of my best friends. How could I not be worried? Well that and…."

"What was that last part?" asked Ron, smiling crookedly.

"Nothing," replied Hermione, taking his hands in hers.

"Well, I was worried about you too."

"Really, now?"

"Yup. I was worried that I wouldn't be there to protect you when the Death Eaters came knocking. I wasn't and look what happened."

"Ron," gasped Hermione, "don't beat yourself up about what happened to me. There wouldn't have been much anyone could do if they had been there. They took me down five on one. Hardly fair odds. Besides, since when do you care about protecting Hermione Granger?"

"Since, I…" mumbled Ron, trailing off.

"What was that last part?" asked Hermione, smiling brightly, despite their current condition.

"Since I realized that I love you." Said Ron, knowing that it was now or never, and watching Hermione's smile disappear into one of shock.

"You, you, love me?" asked Hermione, leaning ever so slightly closer.

"Yeah, I do. And I know you probably want someone else. There are so many better-" Ron was cut off with Hermione's mouth over his. He placed his hands on either side of her face and she put hers on his hips, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

"OI!" called an Irish voice from the cell next to theirs, "just because I am in prison, that doesn't mean I wanted to be tortured by the sound of you snogging the life out of each other. Finally I might I add."

"Here here!" called another male voice from across the hall. "Wait that is Hermione, right?"

"Hermione?" asked someone else, someone more feminine. "Did you say that Hermione was here?"

"Yeah, Katie, didn't you just hear me?" called the second voice.

"Well, I'm sorry Oliver. I am partially deaf from you yelling at us all those years in Quidditch."

"Hey, calm down you two," called someone else form across the hall, sounding suspiciously like Lee Jordan.

"Who all is here?" asked Hermione, still holding onto Ron.

"Well, ok, there are six cells down here total," called the person from the cell next to them. "In the one next to you, there is me, Seamus Finnigan, plus Dean and Ernie. In the one on the other side, there is Lavender, Parvati and Padma. In the one across from you are Lee, Oliver and Terry. Then on their left are Katie, Angelina and Alicia. On their right is, well, we think it's reserved for Neville, Luna and Ginny, but none of them have been captured yet that we know of, so there you have it."

"Hermione," called Parvati, from the cell next door, "do have any ideas on how to get out of here?"

"Parvati," called Angelina, "don't pester Hermione just yet, she just got in here and Ron just confessed his undying secret love for her that everyone already knew about except for her. Lavender, didn't even you know when you were dating him?"

"Oh, yeah," said Lavender, causing Ron to blush in the dim light, "I thought I could win him over, though. Apparently not."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist," called Seamus, causing Lavender to scoff loudly.

"Seamus, be nice," called Dean, "oh, and nice job Ron. I believe finally is the word on everyone's minds." This caused laughter snorting or chuckles from almost everyone. Ron's ears were a bright scarlet at this point. Hermione felt bad for the boy, so she kissed him again.

"Oh, Merlin, they're going at it again!" called Lee.

"At least turn out the lights!" shouted Oliver from his cell. Ron, still snogging Hermione, whipped off the lights with his deluminator, causing the cells of Harry Potter's friends to fall once again into utter darkness.

A/N: Didn't you just love it? BTW, if you enjoyed this chapter or my other fanfic, Ron and Hermione and the Deathly Hallows, you guys should check out 3,302 Pages by lucywatson. It also talks about Ron and Hermione, but during their sixth year. Love it! Again, you all should push that fancy little review button down there and tell me what you thought of the chapter and any ideas you have for future ones. I love hearing from you guys!