A/N: Sorry it took so long to update!!! RL and my Twi-fics got in the way, but here it is. It's a bit short, but it conveyed what I wanted it to in a short amount of time so... that's that.

This is dedicated to BlackHawk13, who I feel needs something dedicated to him right about now. Feel better luv!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own HP. Drat.

"What does that lousy git want now?" Ron asked grumpily. He crossed his arms in defiance, and frowned in Hermione's general direction, but specifically at the letter she held in her hands.

"Ronald, I really wish you would stop with your childish jealousy. You know Viktor and I are just friends, and if he wants to write me a letter, then far be it for me to stop him."

"I know you're just friends. I just don't like him, that's all. And I don't see why he has to write once a week. What could he possibly be telling you that's so important?"

Hermione sighed, and tried to reign in her annoyance at Ron's incessant jealousy. It had always been completely unfounded, and she couldn't believe that even after everything they'd been through together, he'd believe that Viktor would ever be a threat in any form.

"In this letter," she said slowly, "he's telling me about his girlfriend, and how much he cares for her, and he's asking me advice of how to court her. She seems like a lovely woman."

"Oh," Ron said, and looked down at his hands. "That's fine."

"What is your problem, Ron? Viktor has never done a thing to you."

Hermione crossed her arms and stared down at her boyfriend. He looked so unhappy, and even though she was annoyed with him, she hated to see him look that way.

"He got you first," he blurted out.

"What?" she whispered. She slid her dining room chair closer to Ron until their bodies were brushing against each other.

"He- he was your first."

"Excuse me?! You were, Ron, you were there… I'd think you would've remembered… Viktor and I never-"

"I didn't mean that," he said. "He was your first date. Your first kiss. I always wanted it to be me… and he beat me to it."

"Ron," she whispered, covering his large hands with her tiny ones. "I'm so sorry."

He shrugged in an attempt to look nonchalant, but they both knew better. "S'ok," he muttered.

"I love you, you know that, right? I'm sorry about everything that happened in the past, the things that kept us apart. But you know what?"

"What?" he asked miserably, still not looking at her.

"I wouldn't trade anything that happened in the past."

"Are you mental? So many horrible things… You can't be serious."

"But I am." Hermione sighed deeply. "Ron, it wasn't a walk in the park, and no one ever expected it to be. And we didn't make things easier for each other, with our bickering and fighting. With Viktor and Lavender. With every row that pushed us further away from each other when we needed each other more than ever. We lost good people, too many and much too soon. And we had to deal with it all so young, barely children fighting for their lives. We had to grow up so fast"

"We had to."

"Yes, we did. And every single thing just made us more perfect for each other. Every fight, every mistake, every time we had to fight for our lives. If we hadn't survived that… I'm not sure we would have survived it, if we had been together back then. We weren't ready. But we're ready now." She kissed his throat when she was finished.

Ron finally looked up at her. "You think we're perfect for each other?"

"You daft boy! Of course I do. I have for quite awhile."

He turned to cup her face in his hands. He brushed her cheeks with his thumbs, pleased to see her flush lightly under his touch. He looked into her eyes, accessing her sincerity, and found nothing in her shining eyes but love and honesty.

Hermione's breathing picked up as Ron continued to explore her face with his hands and eyes. He was so tender, brushing his thumb against her lips, making them part with a sigh. He began placing kisses all over her face, starting with one at the corner of her mouth, and moving over her face until every inch had been covered with a kiss.

"Kiss me, Ron," she begged, unable to take it anymore.

"I thought that's what I had been doing," he said with a smirk.

"You know what I mean," she moaned, and leaned towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You know I can never tell you no," he murmured, and closed the gap between them.

It felt like hours before they finally parted for air. Somehow, Hermione had ended up in Ron's chair, straddling his lap, their bodies practically fused together.

"We're perfect for each other," he whispered, playing with a strand of her wild hair. "There's no one else for me, and there's no one else for you."

"You're it," she moaned back. "I love you." She fused her mouth back to his, running her tongue along his bottom lip, asking for access once more. He granted it, and they kissed deeply, intimately, lovingly. His hands wandered down her sides, resting on her hips, and he dug his fingers into her.

"Love you so much," he groaned between kisses.

"Come upstairs with me," Hermione said after sucking in a ragged breath. Ron nipped at her neck, and she arched into him more fully. "Please, I need you."

Ron didn't say anything, and instead scooped Hermione up into his arms, and carried her upstairs where they proceeded to show each other just how perfect they truly were for each other.