A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club February
Lyric Alley: 29- (Girl don't be proud it's okay you're in love)
Trope of the Month: 3- Action: Cuddling
Lizzy's Loft: 21- Until I feel his breath at my neck
Word Count: 616
He gently nudged her. She had fallen asleep leaning against him and he wasn't sure if waking her was a good idea. He knew he really didn't have a choice. The rest of the family would be coming down for breakfast and he didn't want them to get the wrong idea. She whimpered slightly, cuddling against him.
"Hermione, um, you need to wake up," he whispered. She only burrowed closer to him.
"Love you," she mumbled. He blinked, staring at her. She was talking about his brother, she had to be talking about his brother. There was no way she could know who she was sleeping against, right?
"Hermione, I'm not Ron. You need to wake up before he comes downstairs," he said, gently pushing her off of him. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Is it morning already?" she asked, looking around.
"Close enough to. Everyone should be coming down soon. You were, um, sleeping against me."
"Sorry," she whispered. "It's... it's been..." her voice caught as tears filled her eyes. Everyone had gone to the Burrow after the battle, after they had done all they could. Percy had gone with them. He'd had some things that needed to be said, things he should have said sooner.
"Shh, it's alright," he said, putting an arm around her. She buried her face against his chest. He could feel the heat of her breath. He could feel the wetness of her tears. Slowly, he raised her head and wiped the tears from her eyes. She gave him a weak smile.
"You can cry too, Percy. You don't have to be made of stone."
"I did, while you were sleeping. I can't believe... I mean, it was horrible. So horrible."
"It really was. I don't think I'll ever get those images, those sounds out of my head. You said everyone was going to be coming down soon?"
"Yes, you might want to scooch over, before Ron comes down and sees you in my arms," Percy suggested.
"Actually," Hermione smiled, "I don't think so."
"What? You said you loved Ron while you were sleeping."
"Did I say his name?"
"No, but, who else would you have been talking about? I mean, everyone saw you kiss after the battle."
"That was a heat of the moment thing. You really think Ron and I are compatible, even remotely? We have nothing in common, Percy."
"Then who were you confessing love for?"
"The man I was using as a very comfy pillow?" Hermione suggested, biting her lower lip and looking up in to Percy's eyes.
"Me? But I... I ran away. I was wrong, I was on the wrong side of things."
"You did what you thought was right," Hermione said, running her hand up the side of his face. "And you came back, in the end," she added. "Besides, I've had a crush on you since like third year," she laughed.
"Really?"
"Really. I really should talk to Ron, before, you know, he gets the wrong idea about me and him."
"Right," Percy agreed. Hermione glanced around quickly before leaning up and kissing Percy passionately on the lips.
"There, now he knows," she replied, breaking the kiss. Percy glanced over and saw Fred and George standing in the doorway, their mouths hanging open. "Or he will as soon as they tell him," she laughed as the twins darted off.
"Maybe we should do that again, just in case someone missed it?" Percy suggested. Hermione nodded as he kissed her, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. They could hear Ron yelling something, but neither one broke the kiss. Ron could yell all he wanted, Percy was the one Hermione's heart had chosen.
