Just Friends? :: Chapter Twelve – Ron
It was Christmas finally. Ron had convinced his mother to let Hermione come home with him, to The Burrow. Harry was still not speaking to either of them. Harry, instead of going to The Burrow with them, stayed at the castle. Ron led Hermione by the hand, as they looked for an empty compartment, in the back of the train.
"Empty! Finally!" Ron said, sitting down and pulling Hermione into his lap.
"I thought we'd never find one," Hermione said nuzzling Ron's chest. He kissed the top of her head. She put her arms around his neck, and he, in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked into her soft brown eyes; he gently kissed her. This was the thing she liked. Having Ron hold her, being in his arms made her feel safe. Ron too, loved this. Holding her tiny frame in his arms. During the ride, to the station, they didn't talk much, only sat intertwined. He didn't notice Hermione fell asleep.
xXx
Everyone was out of the Burrow, Ron was doing homework, and Hermione was asleep. Walking to his little sister's room, he saw Hermione was sleeping. She looks so beautiful, sleeping. He thought. He walked over to the bed, and slowly lay down. He put his arm around her and fell asleep.
"Ahem." It was Ginny. Ron sat up right, with Hermione at his chest.
"May I ask, what the hell you two are doing in my bed? Together?"
"We just fell asleep."
"Yes, that's it. Honestly."
xXx
A snowball hit him in the back of the head.
"HEY!" He said, spinning around.
"Gotcha!" Hermione said, ducking one of Ron's attempts to hit her. She fell back into the snow, as if he had hit her. Her ran over to her, and dropped onto the white ground next to her. His hand found hers, and she pulled him on top of her. He kissed her; he kissed her neck, her forehead. His lips found hers again, he held her face in one hand, and supported himself with the other. He parted her lips with his tongue, and she opened for expectance. She moaned in his mouth, he couldn't take it. He pulled himself away. He wasn't sure of his self-control.
"What's wrong? Did I do-" He stopped her.
"You didn't do anything. I don't think we should. Not until you're ready, really ready. Not just caught up in the moment."
"Oh Ron." She couldn't believe it.
"I'm sorry, it's just-"
"It okay, I promise." She said, as she pulled him towards the house.
xXx
Ron couldn't sleep. He had been tossing and turning for hours. He heard the creak of his door opening. Hermione's body appeared in the doorway.
"Ron?" The girl whispered as she closed the door. He didn't move. Hermione moved slowly to the bed, and looked at the closed door.
"Ron?" Her lips touched his ear. He rolled over sleepily, and grabbed her. Hermione tried to scream, but Ron's hand was on her mouth before she could. He pulled her down on top of him. She nuzzled his chest, like she always did. He kissed the top of her head. He pulled her slowly up so she could look into his eyes. He gingerly kissed her lips.
"Oh Ron," she purred.
It was Christmas finally. Ron had convinced his mother to let Hermione come home with him, to The Burrow. Harry was still not speaking to either of them. Harry, instead of going to The Burrow with them, stayed at the castle. Ron led Hermione by the hand, as they looked for an empty compartment, in the back of the train.
"Empty! Finally!" Ron said, sitting down and pulling Hermione into his lap.
"I thought we'd never find one," Hermione said nuzzling Ron's chest. He kissed the top of her head. She put her arms around his neck, and he, in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked into her soft brown eyes; he gently kissed her. This was the thing she liked. Having Ron hold her, being in his arms made her feel safe. Ron too, loved this. Holding her tiny frame in his arms. During the ride, to the station, they didn't talk much, only sat intertwined. He didn't notice Hermione fell asleep.
xXx
Everyone was out of the Burrow, Ron was doing homework, and Hermione was asleep. Walking to his little sister's room, he saw Hermione was sleeping. She looks so beautiful, sleeping. He thought. He walked over to the bed, and slowly lay down. He put his arm around her and fell asleep.
"Ahem." It was Ginny. Ron sat up right, with Hermione at his chest.
"May I ask, what the hell you two are doing in my bed? Together?"
"We just fell asleep."
"Yes, that's it. Honestly."
xXx
A snowball hit him in the back of the head.
"HEY!" He said, spinning around.
"Gotcha!" Hermione said, ducking one of Ron's attempts to hit her. She fell back into the snow, as if he had hit her. Her ran over to her, and dropped onto the white ground next to her. His hand found hers, and she pulled him on top of her. He kissed her; he kissed her neck, her forehead. His lips found hers again, he held her face in one hand, and supported himself with the other. He parted her lips with his tongue, and she opened for expectance. She moaned in his mouth, he couldn't take it. He pulled himself away. He wasn't sure of his self-control.
"What's wrong? Did I do-" He stopped her.
"You didn't do anything. I don't think we should. Not until you're ready, really ready. Not just caught up in the moment."
"Oh Ron." She couldn't believe it.
"I'm sorry, it's just-"
"It okay, I promise." She said, as she pulled him towards the house.
xXx
Ron couldn't sleep. He had been tossing and turning for hours. He heard the creak of his door opening. Hermione's body appeared in the doorway.
"Ron?" The girl whispered as she closed the door. He didn't move. Hermione moved slowly to the bed, and looked at the closed door.
"Ron?" Her lips touched his ear. He rolled over sleepily, and grabbed her. Hermione tried to scream, but Ron's hand was on her mouth before she could. He pulled her down on top of him. She nuzzled his chest, like she always did. He kissed the top of her head. He pulled her slowly up so she could look into his eyes. He gingerly kissed her lips.
"Oh Ron," she purred.