What Else Could Go Wrong?

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Harry sat on the wool blanket, leaned up against a giant tree. He had been watching the area for any signs of death eaters for three hours now and there had been nothing. Hermione must have been seeing things. They were all just paranoid and mentally scarred from the war. Harry frowned. It would probably be best that none of them had children.

It was seven a.m. and the sun had risen completely over the horizon. Harry stood from his spot by the tree and stretched his arms above his head. It was time to go wake the other two up.

Harry sauntered over to the tiny tent and stuck his head through the flaps. He was about to yell some annoying wake up call when he gazed upon the cutest thing imaginable!

His lips twisted up into a smile and he cocked his head to the side as if he were looking at a new-born baby.

It was simply just Ron and Hermione. Ron was laid on his back and Hermione was on her side facing him with her arm flung over his chest. Her head us nuzzled in the crook of his neck and Ron leaned his head down on hers.

If only Harry's friends could see themselves! They just looked so cuddly! Harry couldn't resist, and with one big leap he fell in between the slumbering couple.

"OWWWW! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" Ron screamed as Harry's elbow slammed into his chest.

"HARRY! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" Hermione hissed and tried to move away from Harry hugging her.

"Sorry mates," He said with a smile. "You just looked to cute and I felt left out."

Hermione grabbed Harry's pillow and flung it at his head. He moved away from her and then attempted to spoon with Ron.

"No way Potter!" Ron bellowed and delivered another pillow hit to Harry's head.

Harry laughed. "I just thought I'd wake you up!" He chirped and then hit the pair of them over the head with pillows.

The trio giggled uncontrollably until they gave up; all three lying on their backs, breathing heavily.

After a few moments of silence Harry spoke.

"I bet," he panted. "That Rita Skeeter would give up her first born child to find us in this position."

The three friends broke into a light fit of giggles once more. Over the years, Rita had written several incriminating articles about each of their love lives. At some point during this time she had been trying to dig up any sort of evidence that the three of them participated in love making together.

"Seriously though," Harry said. "Let's get up so we can get to Stonehenge!"

Harry excitedly lifted himself off of his friends and exited the tent.

Ron smiled at his goofy friend and then turned his head to look at the young girl beside him.

Hermione was beautiful, even in the early morning with her hair all tangled and her eyes tired. Ron offered her a wide smile, assuming she was over what took place out under the stars. For a moment she smiled back, but it quickly faded as she sat up in her sleeping bag.

Hermione turned from Ron quickly and began to dig through her bag. He sat up beside her and watched carefully, trying to read her actions. Had he messed up that badly? Sure he had been a bit tactless, but if she would just give him a chance to explain everything would be back to normal.

"Hermione?" He said in attempts to get her attention. She didn't respond, but roughly yanked out a set of clean clothes.

She turned and looked at him sharply.

"Leave," She snapped.

"What?" Ron asked incredulously.

"I said, Leave! I need to get changed."

Ron rolled his eyes at her and didn't budge. "It's not as if I haven't seen you undressed before."

Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously. "Get out!"

Ron sighed and sneered at her before grudgingly getting out of his sleeping bag and leaving the tent.

Hermione sure knew how to hold a grudge! He hadn't meant what he'd said like it sounded and Hermione had a habit of taking things the wrong way. Last night was a perfect example of how she overreacts to things and of how much of a prat Ron is.

Ron emerged from the tent grumpily and spotted Harry beside the fire pit, searching through the cooler.

"Hey mate!" Harry said cheerfully as he noticed his friend. "Would you mind getting some wood for the fire?"

Ron offered Harry a soft grunt for an answer before heading off into the woods.

Seconds later, Hermione climbed out of the tent and slowly made her way over to sit beside Harry on the log.

"I suppose it's safe to say we didn't have any visitors last night?" Hermione asked with a tired voice.

"Not unless you count the mosquitoes," Harry replied as he scratched a raised area of skin on his arm.

"Maybe they got frightened? Decided to Leave?" Hermione suggested. She, Harry and Ron had become somewhat feared during the end of the war and their opponents biggest mistake had been underestimating their power when they were together. She wouldn't be surprised if the Death Eaters had a change of heart and decided to leave them alone.

"Dunno," Harry answered. "But they didn't show up last night."

The two friends sat in a contemplative silence for a few moments. Hermione's brain should have been on the death eaters and why they hadn't attacked last night, but she simply couldn't tear her thoughts away form Ron. What was it about him that tormented her so? Probably the fact that she was unable to read his thoughts and actions. Sometimes she witnessed so much love and passion in his eyes and other times….it was hard to say.

"Harry," Hermione asked curiously. He turned his attention to her. "Has-has Ron ever, you know mentioned me…an-and how he feels?" Her cheeks turned bright pink as soon as the words left her lips. Not to mention and the knot that had just formed in her stomach as she awaited Harry's response.

He simply shrugged at her. "He wants you."

"What?" Hermione asked, her cheeks turning even pinker at the thought of Ron speaking of her in such ways.

"yeah, he'd like to snog you senseless," He stated casually.

Hermione knew this should probably be good news, but she couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat! That's all he was about? She thought about Harry's statement and then about what Ron had said to her last night. He had been so quick to get of the topic of a prospect relationship between them, but he was completely fine with snogging. It was true! All Ron wanted was a good shag. Hermione's face was beat red now and she refused to open her mouth because she knew that if she did, terrible things would emerge from it.

"Effing wood! Effing forest!" A harsh voice sounded in the surrounding woods and within seconds a disgruntled looking red-head stumbled into view.

Ron stepped onto the campsite with an armful of wood. He threw it down into the pit and plopped down on the log next to Harry who was already fiddling with the wood and matches.

Ron remained seated but continued with his angry ramblings, scratching at his arms and legs every few curse words.

He carried on like this for a few moments before Hermione's frustration peaked.

"What is your problem Ron!"

He snapped his head in her direction and sneered.

"When I was getting the bloody firewood this ginormous spider crawled out from under one of the pieces and nearly killed me! I jumped back and fell into this bush and-"

Ron was cut off when Hermione suddenly grabbed his forearm.

"RON!" She cried with a mix of anger and concern. She gazed upon his arm that was now covered in irregular red patches. "What did that bush look like?"

He screwed up his face in thought. "I dunno! I was a little occupied by the man-eating spider!" He hissed.

Harry let out a small 'humpf' "It was probably just a house spider."

Ron shot Harry a dirty glance before looking at his own arm in Hermione's hand.

"This is poison Ivy," She said gravely. Ron looked up to her with a horrified expression.

"Poison!" He squeaked. "I don't want to die!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Poison ivy won't kill you Ron, but it can be quite painful," She explained and set his arm down. "I have something that will help it, but we'll have to go down to the stream and wash you off."

Ron nodded nervously and stood up along side Hermione.

"We'll be back Harry," Hermione stated with irritation before pulling Ron by the arm in the direction of the stream.

Hermione rushed Ron to the edge of the stream, carrying a small bowl, a rag, and a tube of Cortaid. She came to an abrupt halt and stood in the ankle deep water.

Ron looked on at her with an angry expression. She might be helping him, but she wasn't being very kind about it.

Hermione soaked the cloth in the water, stood up and looked Ron over as he took his t-shirt off. She tried desperately not to look at all the stunning muscles that rippled across his torso and at the adorable freckles that looked as is they had been sprinkled on.

Luckily, she was distracted by the huge red blotches that now infected his skin.

"I can't believe this," She gasped. "You are so careless sometimes, Ron!"

Ron gawked at her and huffed. "I didn't know it was poison ivy! I was just trying to get away from the sodding spider!" He yelled.

Hermione ignored him and moved closer, wringing the cloth out before rubbing gently across his chest.

"It's all over!" She said with a soft hint of pain in her voice. "Luckily, I can cure it."

Ron couldn't help but stiffen up a bit at their close proximity. If it weren't for the horrible itching sensation he'd be turned on. Hermione still seemed to be quite peeved at him which is why he was surprised that she was helping him.

"Does this mean that you've forgiven me?" Ron asked in attempts to sound cute.

"No. It simply means that I'm not gong to let you suffer, no matter how much of a prat you are," She replied testily.

Hermione moved around to his back side silently to examine it. She ran her finger gently across his infected back which caused him to give a slight shiver.

"You're going to have to take your pants off," Hermione stated.

"What!" Ron asked in shock and attempted to turn in her direction. She held him still, however and moved to face him.

"You've gotten it all over your back. I need you in your boxers if you want me to do this," She explained seriously.

Ron fought back a blush. He would have argued Hermione on the issue, but it was quite obvious that she wasn't in the mood. "Fine," He said and quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them off.

Hermione fought to look and kept concentrated on washing the wounds off with the cold water.

"Are you mad at me because I said you weren't spontaneous?" Ron asked, breaking the silence.

Hermione ignored him and continued her strokes down his right arm.

"I know a potion that could fix this right up, but I don't have any of the ingredients. This muggle cream will have to do."

"Hermione!" Ron said loudly. He wanted an answer.

"No!" She said, snapping her head up at him. "That's not why I'm mad…I'm used to you calling me names," She explained with a sad tone.

Ron moved his left arm in attempts to scratch his right shoulder. Hermione quickly slapped his hand away. "Hold still," She scolded.

"Then why?" Ron asked intent on keeping on topic.

Hermione soon realized that it was useless to ignore him. They were going to have to talk about it.

"I'm frustrated by your inability to hold a romantic conversation for more than two minutes!" She said with a nasty tone. She had been really impressed by his awkward confession last night. She shouldn't have been surprised however when he made a compete 180 and flipped out on her.

"I could have gone longer if you hadn't of started analyzing everything," Ron snapped in return. Hermione sure knew how to make a bloke uncomfortable and not to mention her horrible habit of being overly sensitive to everything.

Hermione wore a scandalized look after Ron's accusation and glared up at him.

"I didn't! You snapped at me!"

"I just pointed out what you were doing and you jumped down my throat!" Ron accused angrily at her. "Owe!" Her added as Hermione squeezed her hand tightly around the rash on his arm. He jerked his limb out of her reach.

"And your temper is insufferable!" He said as he massaged his soar, itchy arm.

"My temper?" Hermione yelled back. "You're the one yelling at me you half wit!"

Ron rolled his eyes. Now THIS situation felt comfortable. The one thing that felt completely natural and at home for him, was having a huge row with Hermione.

"There you go, calling ME names! Does that make you feel better to act all high and mighty and make others feel stupid?" Ron hissed and stepped up into her face.

Hermione stood her ground. Ron wasn't going to win this one, he was the asshole! Her anger was at his height and she wanted nothing more than to throw a bludger at his head.

"At least I'm not a lazy git like you who only wants a shag even if he has to get it from his best friend!" Hermione roared with an explosive voice and before she could think about what she was doing, she threw both her arms in Ron's direction and gave him a large, violent shove.

He stumbled backward a bit and looked at Hermione with shock.

"You pushed me!" Her stated angrily and before he could think about it as well, he shoved her back.

Hermione stumbled back and now she was beyond the point of outraged.

"You deserved it!" She screamed before charging at him with full force.

Hermione threw her tiny body at Ron and the next thing she knew they were both tumbling backward to the ground. They both landed with a loud "SPLAT!" Into a large mud pile.

Hermione landed on top of Ron, but that didn't prevent the thick mud from splashing up in her face and all over her body. She quickly tried to get off of Ron who was also covered in the cold filth. It was wet and slippery and as she made to stand up, she slipped and fell right back down on top of him.

"Hey mates!" Harry called. He had just walked up to the waters edge and looked down at the couple with a strange expression.

Hermione and Ron wiped the mud from their eyes and looked up at Harry.

"I'm thrilled that you two are getting creative with your relationship, but could you finish up fooling around so we can get going?" Harry asked with a tone that was a mix of amusement and irritation.

He gave them one last smirk before turning on his heel and leaving back into the forest.

Hermione growled in frustration and crawled out of the pile of mud, wiping it off as she stood. Ron lifted himself up after her; sopping wet and practically naked.

Hermione huffed all the way over to the waters edge and knelled down beside it; attempting to wash the mud off of her face.

Ron watched her; not sure of whether to be furious or miserable. Hermione wasn't mad at him for simply being tactless. No, she had twisted his words around and interpreted them as something completely outrageous. Hermione thought that he had just wanted to get in her pants!

"Is that what you think?" Ron asked, a bit out of breath.

Hermione didn't turn to him, but continued to splash herself with water.

"What? That you're a git?" She asked angrily.

Ron rolled his eyes and stepped closer.

"No, that I just wanted a shag?"

This time Hermione snapped her head around quickly; her muddy curls whipping around and sticking to her face.

"What else Ron?" She asked desperately and stood; clutching the wet rag in her hand. "We were great until I asked you what we were going to do about us and you acted like it was nothing important!"

Ron pursed his lips tightly. He could see now that that was probably how it seemed, but it was as far away as she could get from the truth.

"You just want to have a little fun right, keep it spontaneous? I'm not like that Ron!" Hermione scolded with a hurt sort of voice that she tried desperately to keep from cracking with emotion.

Ron suddenly felt the need to comfort her…or smack some sense into her. Either way, he couldn't have her thinking that he was just some randy tosser.

"I know your not!" Ron replied, trying to sound as sincere as possible. He sighed loudly. "And as usual you completely missed what I was saying!"

Hermione looked at him sadly, as if on the verge to just walk away and give up if she didn't receive a decent answer.

"Then what?" She asked just above a whisper.

Ron expression turned to frustration. He ran his hand through his hair nervously and sighed. Why was she doing this to him?

"I was scared, Alright?" He snapped. Hermione's expression softened and she folded her arms across her chest; averting her eyes away from his.

"You scare me!" Ron continued and pointed at her. "I didn't know what to do." He sighed and dropped his muddy arms down at his side.

"I never felt about anyone the way I feel about you," He confessed quietly.

Hermione believed him whole heartedly. She had been wrong and now she felt horrible.

"I'm sorry," She said softly. Ron hung his head and nodded.

"That's right!" He snapped in attempts to return to familiar territory.

"Ron," Hermione returned warningly. They were not going to start another row.

He blushed immediately and looked at the ground.

"Right, Sorry," He corrected himself.

It was silent a moment and Hermione licked her lips, ignoring the foul taste of the mud that still lingered.

"You were right to be scarred," She admitted softly. "I shouldn't have started spouting out relationship talk and putting you on the spot."

Ron shrugged. "It's alright, I mean you had every right to know what comes next and if you want to we could-"

"No, it's probably best we not talk about it, like you said. Let's just…well, whatever comes naturally," Hermione said and let herself give a small smile.

Ron couldn't help but blush and smile back. Hermione was simply adorable at that moment. Her clothes clung to her tightly; her hair stuck to her half muddy face and her cheeks were a slight tint of pink.

"Alright," He agreed. "What feels natural right now?" He asked roguishly.

Hermione laughed and looked up at him shyly. "Getting this mess off sounds good," She laughed and wiped at her clothes.

Ron laughed lightly at her and stepped closer. He reached down to her hand and took the wet cloth from her. He smiled and she smiled back as Ron slowly brought the cloth to her face and gently wiped the mud from the skin around her mouth.

He was impressed with himself to say the least. He barley had to think twice before doing what he did. This would be their first official, none accidental, spur of the moment kiss. This one was a real. The, I like you-you like me, romantic kiss.

They slowly closed the distance between each other and gradually leaned their heads closer to each other until their lips were nearly locked.

Hermione and Ron returned from the stream minutes latter, both laughing and joking with one another. Their skin and clothing was free of mud, but they were still a little wet. Hermione had applied medicine to Ron's infected flesh that would help relieve the itching.

They approached the campsite together. The tent and supplies had all been picked up and put away into the car. Harry wasn't anywhere in plain sight, but as the couple neared closer, they spotted a figure in the drivers seat of the car, slumped over on the steering wheel.

Hermione's heart immediately skipped a few beats. Neither she nor Ron hesitated in their dash towards the car.

They ran to the driver's side and tore open the door.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted. "Harry, are you alright!"

If something had happened to him, she and Ron's lives would never be the same.

Hermione was on the verge of frantic tears when Harry slowly lifted his head from the steering wheel.

He was fine. Hermione and Ron both let out a loud sigh of relief.

"Thank Merlin, Harry. We thought someone had done you in!" Ron stated.

Harry leaned back sadly in the seat and groaned.

"The car his dead," He sighed.

Hermione furrowed her brows. "What do you mean, the car is dead?" She asked snottily.

"I mean, it won't start."

"Well, maybe it's just the battery. We can get the camp host to give us a start," Hermione suggested.

Harry remained seated and shook his head. "It's not the battery, I checked," He said. "Someone cut all the wires in the engine and just tore it up."

Hermione and Ron's hopes plummeted.

"When did that happen? We were on watch all night?" Ron asked incredulously.

Harry shrugged. All he wanted to do was go to Stonehenge and complete his first real vacation.

"Did either of you leave or fall asleep?" Harry asked. "Or do any of the other things that married couples do?"

"NO!" Ron answered with an offended tone.

Hermione licked her lips and looked away nervously.

"Erm…Ron and I did talk for a bit," She admitted.

"How long is bit?" Harry asked.

"Oh, about 30 minutes maybe," She answered.

Harry nodded. "Just enough time for a death-eater to destroy our car."

"My parent's car," Hermione corrected. "They're going to kill me."

The trio fell into a depressed silence for a few moments until Ron spoke.

"Look, just because the bloody car is useless doesn't mean we can't go anywhere. Were not muggles remember!" He stated. "Let's just apparate there!"

"What about the car?" Harry asked.

It was silent once more for a while as the friends stood in thought.

"I know!" Hermione stated. "Get out of the car, Harry," She requested.

Harry followed orders and he and Ron stepped back. Hermione drew her wand from her pocket and pointed it at the car.

"Reducio!" She stated loud and clear. The spell hit the car and suddenly it shrunk down to the size of a toy car. Hermione smiled smugly at her own handy work before pocketing the tiny vehicle.

"Maybe my dad will be able to fix it," Ron said.

Hermione nodded in thanks.

"What to you say we get to Stonehenge then?" She asked cheerfully and she, Ron and Harry prepared to apparate.

Sorry it was so long, but I hope you liked it. As always please leave a review! I love them and they certainly motivate me.

I know some of you may ask "What happened to the marriage issue?" I haven't forgotten. Hermione and Ron just choose not to bring it up until they get home where they can take care of it. Until then, they just want to enjoy their vacation. See ya next chapter! Only a couple more left!