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Chapter Ten: Save Your Heart.

You could crush me.
But please don't crush me.
Cause baby I'm a dreamer, for sure.

I'm a bloody git.

Hermione woke up quickly, her eyes adjusting to the light through her windows. She rubbed the palm of her hands against her eyelids, trying to wake herself up. And then she remembered Ron was over, and almost instantly felt more awake. She wasn't even embarrassed at the slightest bit that the thought of Ron in her house, sprang her to life. Well, she only wasn't embarrassed because he didn't know that. But oh well.

She stumbled out of bed, her hands traveling into her tangled hair. She let out a slight huff, taking the elastic around her wrist and tying the mess back. It kept it tame, sort of.

She stepped quietly out of her room, her feet pressing against the cold wooden floor, taking her straight to the guest bedroom. She knocked softly, her knuckles tapping three times against the door. No answer.

She took hold of the door knob, twisting it slowly and then pushing the door open. She was met with one of the best sights.

Ron. Sleeping. And it couldn't be more adorable.

As she stepped closer to the bed, she took in the sight before her. His legs were were sprawled across the bed, just as his arms were. And the side of his face was pressed in against the pillow. His eyes were closed, showing the few freckles that laced his eyelids, and his light eyelashes. His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing even. She wanted to take a mental picture because she felt that this image could help her through anything.

She didn't wanna wake him, not at all. But she was hungry.. And she was planning on actually cooking something- or trying at least. And she knew that Ron wouldn't be the happiest if she was to make food without him. She'd done the mistake of making a sandwich once at the Burrow and all hell broke loose when there was nothing for Ron.

She placed her hand against his wrist, shaking it slightly, and then pausing for a reaction. A part of her already knew he wasn't going to wake up to that, but she did it anyways. She then firmly placed her hand along his shoulder and shook him harder, watching as his eyes fluttered open and then shut again.

"I see your awake, Ron." She spoke up, a smile surfacing his face as she watched the corners of his mouth twitch- but he did not smile. "Come on. I was gonna make some breakfast."

She waited for his response, but got absolutely nothing. Not even a single move.

"Ron. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." He mumbled, pulling the covers up to his shoulders as he opened his eyes a bit. "I'm not deaf."

"I'm well aware, thank you." She paused, "Are you going to come for breakf-"

But her train of thought was lost once she felt her arm being tugged forward and she fell onto the bed, uncomfortably, beside him. As she looked up at him, he still had no expression. She scooted up a bit, her head resting on the pillow beside him, and both of her legs laying across the bed. She felt his hand move from her arm, to snake around her waist. She felt the familiar warm feeling flutter to her cheeks as he did so. He then moved closer towards her, his face burrying against his shoulders as he began to mumble.

"Can't we just lay a bit longer?"

"Well… I suppose so but it's already 10:30. I slept later than I usually ever do…"

"So we can lay for longer?" He muttered again. She could feel his hot breath against her shoulders as she glanced down at him. He had to be the cutest thing she'd ever seen. And she couldn't say that to herself enough.

"Yes." She then felt his lips against her shoulder in a soft kiss, as if it was for a thank you. She noticed he was always much more… affectionate in the morning. It'd happened before.

Well, not exactly the same scenario.. At all.

But he wasn't so stay at arms length, in the morning. Though he hadn't been like that lately either. Which she couldn't help but smile thinking about.

She rose her hand into his hair, brushing it back slightly. Her fingers twisted in his locks as she listened to his content breathing.

He was her best friend.

Thoughts like that happened all the time. Random. But she felt like they could lay like that forever. And she wouldn't be able to feel that with anyone else. He was her best friend and so much more.

She stopped her movements as she felt him move. He brought his head back and opened his eyes enough to look at her. And though she felt like she was supposed to be looking away, or nervous, any of that sort; she stared back at him. A smile surfacing her face, and she watched as he mirrored one as well.

He moved closer towards her once again, his arm snaking back around her as he placed his head back down against the pillow. His eyes staring into hers. She lifted her head to look behind him and noticed the rest of the bed completely empty. A whole three quarters of the bed was empty and she was crammed against the side.

"Ron, you've got plenty of room to move us both to the middle. I'm going to fall off."

"No, I'll catch you." He smiled, lazily as he watched her shake her head.

"If I was to fall off right now, you wouldn't be able to, no."

"Yes I would." He tightened his grip around her waste and continued, "I'd just catch you in mid air."

"That's not possible."

"Yes, it is, you wouldn't know. You haven't fallen off a bed with me have you?"

A slight pink surfaced both of their faces at the choice of words. It wasn't as if it was completely sexual but it was an odd pick. That was all. He let out a slight laugh as she shook her head. He could ruin moments with his banter. He did it a lot.

"You're unbelievable." She muttered, the smile never leaving her face.

He closed his eyes slowly as he shrugged.

"You're really going to bed again?" She asked, feeling his grip around her tighten as his breathing slowed down once again.

"Mhmmm."

"So you're actually going to WAIT for food?" She asked, almost surprised. She watched as his face scrunched slightly before smiling again.

"Mhmm… this is better."

She looked at him slightly confused as she slid her body a bit closer towards his, her legs brushing against his, under the covers. "Sleeping?"

"No. You."

Moment ruined by the bickering- was now rescued.

She listened as he slid back into his unconscious state, not finding any words to say.

It may seem like it wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever said.

But hey, this was Ron. And he called Hermione better than food.

That meant a whole lot in the world of Ron Weasley.

More than Hermione even knew.

Okay I'm aware this sucked and was short but it was a slight filler that I needed to put in here. And plus I hadn't updated in forever I didn't want you guys to think I died. But I'm definitely updating a few times this weekend. I have a lot of days off and barely no work. I'M SORRY for this chapter.. Haha. REVIEW though. Thanks.