this is my first contact with a computer in months, so im sooooo sorry this chapter took so long! It's a long story, but basically my internets been down, and I've been away from my computer, and I only had wifi, and all this madness, so first up on the agenda is putting this chapter up. Again im so sorry for the long wait, I didn't mean to. Don't kill me . I hope this chapter's good. Its one of those that I was writing and constantly doubting myself about, going back and forth, cause I wanted it to be good. So I hope you like it. Im not sure exactly how to bring this story home after this chapter, but I'll come up with something. Read and enjoy!

Rosie sat on her bed, stroking a pillow in her lap, feeling very bored.

She'd come home from work, showered, eaten, and was now sitting in her room in nothing but an old t-shirt, watching the sun go down.

She sighed. After such a long day at work, Rosie thought she would've drifted off to sleep by now, but she was wide awake, aching for something to do.

"I guess I'm hungry." Rosie mumbled to herself, figuring going to the kitchen and making a snack would be somewhat time consuming. What else was there to do?

So she hoped out of bed and left her quiet bedroom.

But when Rosie shuffled down the hallway, passed the bathroom, and into the kitchen, she couldn't have been less in the mood for food.

So she just stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the various cabinets, as if entertainment were to burst out of them at any moment.

"oh Merlin." Rosie groaned, and promptly left the kitchen, dragging her feet back to the direction of her bedroom.

But before she could make it passed the bathroom again, her fireplace roared to life and green light reflected off the walls as Ron suddenly appeared in Rosie's living room.

"Ron!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her body, her face red with embarrassment.

"Ron what are you doing here!" she shouted.

"Rosie." Ron exhaled, his eyes slowly moving up her delicate frame, and finally meeting her own eyes.

"...Ron?" Rosie asked, her voice suddenly filled with concern at the sight of Ron's face.

He looked like a broken man. Like someone who'd just watched a loved one die. His eyes were ghostly and tired. He looked as if he had been crying.

"Ron what's going on, what's wrong?"

Rosie asked, loosening the grip on her body somewhat

But Ron didn't answer. Instead, he strode towards her and pulled her close.

Ron took one long look into Rosie's eyes before grabbing the back of her neck and pressing his lips against hers in a strong, passionate kiss.

Rosie's eyes bugged out of her head and all that could be heard from her exclaims of shock were very excited muffling noises.

Ron pulled away and stared into her eyes once more.

"RON!" Rosie shrieked, though she made no effort to free herself from his grasp.

"I love you Rose." Ron said in a husky tone, still catching his breath from their kiss.

"WHAT?" Rosie exclaimed again.

"I said I love you." Ron said, sterner this time.

"Rosie I love you and I want you right now. No one else. I want you. I'm sorry it took so long to realize it, I'm sorry I wasted so much time on the wrong women, when here you were. but I'm here now, and I won't let you go." he said, shaking her lightly.

" Wh-" was all Rosie managed to get out before Ron was kissing her all over again.

Rosie tried mumbling her protests again but it was useless. Ron wasn't letting go, and she couldn't pretend that she wasn't enjoying this

Still she managed to pull away.

"wait!" she breathed.

"what?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Ron I-"

"you what." Ron demanded

There was a pause

"do you want me?" he asked boldly.

"Ron. I-I..."

Rosie was flabbergasted by how forward Ron was being. She certainly never expected Ron as the type to be so aggressive.

Ron pulled Rosie closer and ran a hand through her hair.

"tell me yes." he whispered, their lips barely inches from each other.

Rosie didn't know what to do. This was all happening so fast. What was even going on? Why this? Why now?

But Rosie had a question to answer.

So she answered with the truth. A truth she had tried to put in the back of her mind for so long. A truth that was being thrown out on the table right at this very moment. She did want Ron. She never wanted to admit it. She wasn't even aware she never wanted to admit it. But her resentment towards Hermione, the sparks of electricity she felt when Ron was near her, and the way she had reacted to their reckless, drunken kiss. She couldn't lie to herself. She couldn't ignore it anymore.

"yes." she said. And Ron smiled before, more gently this time, planting a kiss on Rosie's soft lips.

It started out softly, but soon Ron and Rosie were kissing just as hard ass before, only this time Rosie was an active participant.

Ron cupped Rosie's breast in his hand, nothing but the thin fabric of her shirt separating skin from skin. Rosie thrust her chest forward in reaction, whimpering into their passionate kiss.

"Ron." she moaned.

Ron lifted her up, and Rosie wrapped her legs around Ron's waist securely.

He continued to fondle her, pressing her back against the wall and holding her there.

Rosie slid Ron's work robes off his body revealing nothing but a plain button down beneath.

"Ron?" Rosie asked again, pulling away slightly, her forehead still resting on his.

"yes?" he said patiently this time.

"The bedroom." she breathed.

A broad smile spread across Ron's face as he started to move them towards Rosie's room.

He barely managed to get his hand around the knob. Ron was far more focused on Rosie, who was sucking and biting at his neck and jaw line.

Ron went straight for the bed, laying Rosie down before following on top of her.

He kissed down her neck, on her collar bone, and continued down to her bellybutton.

Electricity shot through her as Ron gently kissed Rosie's tummy.

She moaned in pleasure, feeling tortured by his teasing.

Rosie ran her hands through Ron's hair as he began rubbing her thighs slowly.

"Ron." Rosie moaned.

"Yes love?" he replied, making his way back up her body and kissing her softly.

Rosie wrapped her legs around Ron's waist once more, pulling his hips down to hers. She then got to work on the buttons of Ron's shirt, relieving him of it in seconds.

She ran her hands up and down his warm, muscular chest, taking in the sight of him.

Ron chuckled. "yes love?" he repeated

"I don't much like you in shirts." Rosie sighed.

Ron laughed.

"I don't much like you in shirts either." he said, before placing his hands under her shirt and lifting it above her head.

Rosie gasped at her sudden nakedness, her cheeks turning a scarlet color.

Ron then hooked his finger through Rosie's underwear and slowly moved it down her legs.

"Not fair." Rosie protested, reaching for Ron's pants and beginning to unbuckle his belt.

"What is" Ron chuckled.

"I'm naked and your not." she said seductively, tossing his belt to the side and getting to work on his pants.

Ron pushed her back onto the bed and pulled his pants off himself, then climbed on top of her and held her in his arms.

"I do love you." Rosie said, gazing up at at him lovingly.

Ron responded by capturing her in another heated kiss.

That night, Ron dreamt of Hermione.

His mind flashed back to Harry and Ginny's get-together. That afternoon that went from cheery and wonderful, to dreadful and embarrassing.

"I'm sick of the puppy dog looks you give me at work. I'm tired of you showing up randomly where I am!" Hermione's voice echoed in his mind, her words harsh.

"I hate that you think we still have a chance! You need maturity in a relationship, Ron; do you even understand what that is?"

Ron could feel himself smiling in his sleep.

"It's been a year, move on! I'm over it, and I just want to be friends."

His smile broadened

"a friend, Ron! Nothing more. No romanticism, not like a lover. As a friend, even…even as a brother!"

that had hit him hard, and Ron was awoken by his own laughter.

After everything they had been through. He'd known her since she was eleven. Then the war. After everything they went through together, how blindly he had simply let himself love her. And she only saw him as a brother. Ron's eyes shot open. He wiped the tears from his eyes.

The last time he had this dream, his heart burned from the pain. But now, he couldn't do anything but laugh.

He wasn't sure what was so humorous about it now, it was still a terrible memory. But now his heart didn't yearn for Hermione, and there for her words no longer burned

They were funny!

Ron felt movement under him and looked down.

Rosie, snuggled against him, one arm draped around his waist, was just waking up.

"Ron?" Rosie mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Ron tucked a piece of hair behind his lovers' ear as her eyelids fluttered open.

Even in the early morning, Rosie's beauty was mesmerizing. She smiled up at Ron sleepily.

"Morning." Ron whispered

Rosie giggled,

"What time is it?" she asked, looking around the room.

But Ron could care less about the time, or being late for work.

"I figured we could take a day off. I'm sure no one would mind."

Rosie sat up and raked her long hair out of her face.

She turned back to Ron and smiled.

He smiled back.

Rosie lay herself back down beside Ron, and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.

They kissed for a long time before Rosie pulled away.

"Ron?" she said, her face changing.

"yes love." Ron said, almost oblivious to it.

Rosie was silent for a long time, and Ron noticed she had become serious.

"Actually, never mind." she said.

Ron sat up a little.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Rosie looked at him for a Long time before chuckling.

"This is all happening so fast." she sighed, more to herself then Ron.

Ron shrugged.

"I guess" he said.

"You guess?" Rosie said.

"24 hours ago I was under the impression that you were in love with a completely different women. Now we're in bed together and all you have to say is I guess?" Rosie exclaimed.

Ron was taken aback by what Rosie said.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

Rosie stared into Ron's puzzled eyes and shook her head.

"Well?" Ron pressed, a small smile pressing across his face.

Rosie responded by swatting on the shoulder.

Ron laughed and pulled Rosie close.

Rosie laughed too, and they laid there, in each others arms, laughing at nothing really.

"But..." Rosie started, when their laughter died down.

"But what?" Ron said.

Rosie bit her lip. She didn't want to say it, but the question was stuck in her mind.

"What...what about her? What about Hermione?"

Rosie didn't look at Ron when she asked, but stared at a pillow and picked at the sheets.

There was a long silence, and Rosie regretted opening her mouth.

She chanced looking at Ron, lifting her head slowly.

Their eyes met, and Ron opened his mouth to speak.

"Hermione who?" he said very casually.

Rosie caught her breath.

Never In her life would she ever have imagined Ron saying those words.

Ron placed a hand on Rosie's face and his thumb stroked her cheek.

Rosie leaned in and kissed him harder then she had ever kissed anyone. She felt so happy and relieved and in love.

When she pulled away, Ron was chuckling.

"what." she said, laughing at bit herself.

"nothing." he said, pulling her back.

Rosie laid her head on Ron's chest and listened to his heartbeat. She was entranced by the heat of his body and the rhythm if his chest rising and falling with each breath.

And they just laid there. Nothing else mattered.

No one else mattered.

They had each other for that moment, and the rest of the world would just have to catch up later.

Yaaaayyyy! True love finally prevails! Or something like that. If the whole, sexual, part was a bit awkward, well... I've never written a story before so, you know, im all new to this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thank you for still reading even after all I put you through. Till next time (hopefully soon!)

oh but that's not all. i also have for you, rosie and ron tumblr gif's of love! ...yay! little hard to find gif's but i made it work. can you guess who rosie is?

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