Chapter 7: A Late Night Talk

Ron was the first to break the circle, he dropped Hermione and Harry's hands and blew out his candle. The others followed. They got up and put the candle's back in the cabinet they came from. "Um, Hermione?" Ron asked, walking back into the middle of the room, where the bowl of burning incense still sat.

"Yes?" she replied from the bookshelf.

"What do you want me to do with this?" he picked up the bowl.

"One minute, honey," she said, as placed the book in the proper spot on the shelf and turned to him. "Oh, you can just set that down on the table, it'll burn out eventually." He did just that and then went back to the couch and flopped down onto it. Hermione joined him moments later, followed by Harry. Ginny settled in his lap again. She leaned down into her husband and turned her head so she could kiss him. After a few seconds they broke apart.

"I love you Harry James Potter," she said, and captured his lips again. This time she traced his lips with her tongue, requesting entry. Harry granted her wish, giving her full access to his mouth. She moved so she could wrap her legs around his waist without breaking the kiss.

Ron got up looking like he was going to be sick, "come on, Hermione, I can't standing watching those two." But there was a slight smile on his face like he was up to something. She took the hint and got up as well. They kissed and went out into the hallway, just as Harry and Ginny's shirts flew onto the floor behind them.

"So what exactly did you have in mind, Ronald Weasley?" Hermione asked, as she licked her lips in a seductive way. He grinned and kissed her. Their passionate kiss continued all the way to Ron's room, where he kicked the door shut as they entered.

Later that night, Ron woke. He lay there for a few moments, before deciding to get something to drink. Slipping on a pair of dark blue silk boxers he left the bedroom. Hermione was still sleeping peacefully, she hadn't noticed that he left.

Walking downstairs he saw that a light was on in the living room. At the bottom of the stairs he realized that the TV was on. Someone had to be watching it. Forgetting his thirst, Ron walked into the living room instead of the kitchen.

Harry was the one who sat on a chair watching a muggle late night TV show. "Hey, mate," he said as Ron walked passed him and sat on another chair. When he didn't get an answer he asked, "is everything ok, Ron? You seem distant. Did something happen between you and Hermione?"

Ron sighed, he knew Harry wouldn't leave him alone until he got answer. "No nothing happened between us that I regret. It's just that now that Voldemort is after us, I don't know how she'll take it when I propose. Hell, she might not even want to marry me."

Harry smiled, "Oh, come on Ron! You can't seriously believe that?" His friend just stared at the floor not even daring to look at him. "Look, Hermione loves you. Your thick skull might not let you believe that in your head; but you feel her love for you in your heart. And Don't you dare tell me that this is just a load of shit, because I know what I'm talking about."

"But Harry, this changes everything," Ron said. "What if she doesn't want to marry me because she thinks that I'm only doing it because of him."

He sighed, "alright, I you know what? I'll make a bet with you that Hermione will say yes when you ask her tomorrow."

"How much?" Ron asked, suddenly interested.

"Twenty bucks," Harry replied.

He smiled and reached out his hand to shake on it, "you got a bet, mate." He leaned back in his chair, happier then when he had first come down the stairs. "I should make the reservations for dinner," he said, reaching for the phone.

"Um, Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"It's twelve thirty in the morning, it's not likely the restaurant will be open."

"Oh, right," he replied, blushing slightly at his stupidness and putting the phone back down.

Harry yawned, "well, I'm tired. I should go back to bed before Ginny wakes and I'm not beside her. She might start to freak out, thinking I've been kidnaped or something." He laughed as he said that last part.

"Um yeah, that Ginny for you," Ron said, smiling.

"Well, goodnight, Ron."

"Goodnight." Harry hurried up the stairs. Ron sat in the chair for a few moments before shutting off the TV and getting his drink. Leaving the house completely dark, he went back up to his room, where Hermione was still fast asleep. He crawled carefully back into the bed so as not to wake her. He fell asleep almost instantly.