Day Six: Part Two

Ron and Hermione jumped upon hearing Harry's voice. Ron buttoned his shirt quickly as Hermione pulled down her shirt. They were both the colour of a tomato.

"Harry!" Ron yelled, "Get out of here!"

He threw a pillow at him, who dodged the pillow and left the room awkwardly.

"Ron," Hermione threw on her sweater. "What did we do? Oh my –"

"We didn't do anything," Ron said, fixing his bed sheet. "We just kissed and slept on the same bed. Nothing happened. I wasn't even sober and I remember this."

Hermione groaned.

Ron grabbed Hermione's waist and pulled her dangerously close to him. "Hermione, I'm not letting you go now, so if you think that way, then you're seriously mistaken." He meant every word he let come out of his mouth.

She stared into his blue eyes, while he stared back in her brown ones. They stood like that for a few seconds, and were shaken out of their reverie when Harry called for them from the living room.

"Ron, Hermione," Harry said, sounding disgusted. "Can you hurry up, please? I can hear you from here."

Hermione blushed and grabbed Ron's hand. "Let's go," she told him.

They exited the room together and sat with Harry in the living room. "What do you want Harry?" Ron asked with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't exactly happy with his best mate's interruption. He had been having the time of his life with Hermione, and Harry just had to ruin their morning together.

"What did you think you were doing? Worrying everybody at home, and spending the night here with Hermione?" Harry asked.

Ron knew his best mate was glad that he and Hermione had sorted out their differences, but he was just not accustomed to seeing two people who were so like his siblings in a physical relationship. Maybe now Harry'd be able to understand how Ron felt about Ginny and him.

Hermione blushed, "Harry, I had come to get him. We didn't... we didn't do anything."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione, there's no need to deny it. You two were sleeping on the same bed together. You know what that implies."

Ron interjected, "Uh, Harry, that doesn't mean anything."

Hermione shook her head, "I came to convince him, and we woke up on the same bed. That's it. It's nothing that you think it is."

Harry had a look of disbelief on his face.

"You know what, I don't even want to know. I just came here to get Ron back. And Hermione, if you don't go back to the Burrow, then Molly will be worried about you too."

Hermione bit on her lip.

"You're right Harry. Ron, come on," she told him.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so now you want me there?" he asked. "What happened to 'we're so different from each other' or 'all we'll do throughout our life is argue'? I don't want to live in the same house with someone I'm going to argue with."

Hermione glared at him, "Ron, stop being such a drama queen. You're coming with me to the Burrow whether you like it or not. Now move!"

Harry just sat there awkwardly. "Uh, guys... I'll um wait outside for you. Ron, listen to Hermione, she's right – as always."

Then he walked out, avoiding his best mate's glare.

Ron tapped his fingers on his coffee table. "Hermione," he said, "I'm not going with someone who I'll argue with throughout my whole life."

Hermione sighed and held Ron's arm. "Ron, I told you last night, that whatever happens, we'll leave it to fate. It feels right to be with you. Maybe we shouldn't over think this. Maybe I shouldn't over think this. I'm willing to take whatever punishment fate brings our way, just for two seconds in your arms. It sounds very filmy, but I swear Ron, I won't let my brain take control over my heart in this matter anymore. I promise. Please come back to the burrow with me," she told him, tears in her eyes.

Ron cupped her cheek and smiled. "Okay," he told her, holding her hand and placing a kiss on it.

He got his stuff and they left his flat, hand in hand. Harry, who was waiting outside, smiled approvingly at the couple.

"So, you're back together then?" Harry asked.

Hermione and Ron nodded in unison. "Back and better than ever," they told him.

Then, they apparated to the Burrow, and Ron was welcomed with slaps by his little sister as soon as he stepped in the house.

"You bloody idiot!" Ginny yelled, slapping his arm.

"Ouch," Ron groaned, "That hurts."

"Where did you even go? You don't know how worried we were about you. Mum nearly had a heart attack. What is wrong with you?" she screamed.

Hearing Ginny's voice, Molly ran to them. "Oh Ron! Where had you gone?" She gave him a bone crushing hug.

Ron didn't have a chance to respond as Arthur, George, Angelina, Bill, and Fleur all came and crowded around him, asking questions.

"Molly, Ginny, George, Let him talk!" Harry said, interrupting everyone.

"I - I went out… I didn't mean that I was never coming back. It was to get back at… Ginny. I was going to come back," he lied, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

"Get back at me for what?" Ginny asked, astonished.

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Really Ginny? Stop pretending."

Then he quickly changed the subject. "I'm hungry mom. Did you make breakfast?"

Hermione lay on her bed. She stared up at the ceiling and smiled, recalling last night. It was like a movie. Ron, so close to her, their lips almost touching, teasing her senses for what felt like forever. Then, the meeting of their lips, resulting in passionate kisses and nearly taking each other's clothes off. It was unspoken that they would not do anything more than make out, for they stopped when they needed to, and did not do anything they might regret the next morning. They had never done anything more than a very passionate make out, and she wasn't planning on doing anything more than that anytime soon either. And Ron knew that, and understood it.

Hermione knew that she was blessed to have such a wonderful boyfriend. She didn't know what had been going on in her head the past few days.

George peeked into Ginny's room, Ginny and Angelina behind him. They saw Hermione smiling on her bed, and looked at each other.

"Ron and Hermione walked in together this morning," Ginny whispered, "And when I woke up at about four last night, Hermione wasn't in bed. Now she's here, in her room, smiling and blushing."

They all exchanged a meaningful look.

"Something went on last night," Angelina whispered, "And I think they've confessed."

Then, Harry walked towards them, humming loudly. "What are you doing?" he asked, not bothering to keep his voice soft.

"Shhh!" the three of them whispered in unison. "Look over there. Look at how she's blushing and smiling. Something happened between her and Ron last night."

Harry smirked. "You guys don't know? Oh, how would you guys know? Something did happen between them last night."

They all looked at Harry, surprised expressions on each of their faces.

"And we thought Hermione would keep Ron in check," George said, shaking his head.

Angelina nodded. "I didn't think Hermione would be the one to behave like that."

Then without another word to Harry, the three of them stalked off, shaking their head, and presumably formulating another plan to bring Ron and Hermione closer.

"Ron and Hermione are going to kill me," Harry groaned to himself, then ran after them.

Ginny looked at Angelina and George and said, "I don't think we need to bring them any closer now. They probably got as close to each other as they could last night."

Angelina shook her head. "No. I can't believe that they did anything last night. They wouldn't have done anything… physical… and even if they did, it's none of our business."

George glanced at Ginny, then at Angelina, "It is. My baby brother Ron is growing up so quickly."

Ginny sighed. "I don't want to stop being a part in bringing them closer… This was too much fun. I remember the time we locked them in the closet."

They all laughed, remembering the occasion.

"Don't worry, we will continue to be the bane of their existence. They'll hate us, but secretly, they'll love us."

Harry caught up to them, "Listen to me guys. They didn't do anything like that last night. They just admitted their feelings. And they're a couple again."

They all exchanged a smile of happiness.

"See?" Angelina said, "I knew Hermione or Ron wouldn't do anything like that so early."

George put an arm around Angelina's waist and thought. "Hmm, what could we do now?"

Ginny took Harry's hand in her own hand. Harry squeezed it and smiled. "Why aren't you wearing a ring today Ginny? You love rings."

"That's it!" Angelina yelled.

George and Angelina exchanged a glance which said they understood everything the other was going to say. Harry and Ginny looked at each other confused.

"We're going to get him to propose!"

Harry looked alarmed.

"Hermione's in school! She'll never agree to get married now. She's only 19."

Ginny nodded in agreement. "She'd never say yes."

George rolled his eyes, "We're not going to get Ron to ask her to marry him."

Harry looked at George as if he was going insane. "George, the point of a proposal is to ask the other one to get married."

George rolled his eyes. "I know, I'm getting married in three days. But, not all proposals have to be like that. I mean, he'd just ask Hermione if she would be his forever and give her a ring. He'd ask if she would be her life partner. He wouldn't say anything that would suggest to Hermione that she should marry him right away."

Angelina processed the information and then nodded in agreement. "Yes, I agree with George."

Harry and Ginny exchanged another glance, and then sighed. "Okay," Harry told them, "We're with you. But, if something goes wrong, it isn't our fault."

"Nothing will go wrong," George said.

Ginny bit her lip and nodded, hoping that George knew what he was doing.

"But, we need to convince Ron to do that first," she told him.

George rolled his eyes. "Our brother is so gullible that it'll be easy to get him to do anything. But, merely convincing him takes away from our fun, wouldn't it? We're going to bring a situation which would force him to ask Hermione. And that situation would force her to accept his proposal. It'll be fun. Don't worry, you're all worrying too much."

Hermione and Ron were walking hand in hand in the garden of the burrow. The moon shone over head and there were hundreds of stars in the sky. Hermione found it to be a beautiful sight.

Ron had performed a heating spell which kept them warm and melted the snow by their feet. They were perfectly warm in sweaters.

"Ron," she whispered, gently caressing his hand. "You're really nice, really nice."

"I know. So are you," he told her, smiling and removing his hand from her grasp and placing it on her waist instead.

She laid her head on his shoulder, and they continued to walk across the garden.

"Hermione," Ron suddenly said, stopping her. "I love you."

Hermione gazed into his eyes, feeling like she could get lost in them over and over again.

"I love you too," she told him, closing her eyes and moving closer to him.

She placed a hand on his neck, as he placed his arms around her waist.

Tonight just seemed perfect, and what made it even better was that tomorrow was Christmas.

"All I wanted for Christmas was you," he whispered, before smiling.

Hermione swatted his arm, "Say something original to your girlfriend."

Ron grinned, "Alright. All you wanted for Christmas was me."

Hermione laughed and got pulled into Ron's embrace once again.

A/N: Well, they're together! It took them six days, but they got there. We've still got 8 more days to go. Who knows what will happen in the next 8 days. There might be romance and only romance, or there might be another problem coming their way. We'll have to wait and see what happens next. Thanks for reviewing thus far, and I hope you continue to review! Keep them coming, since I do absolutely love reviews! =)