a/n: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Implied fluff and slight adult themes. Rating to go up if another chapter is added.
He intertwined his fingers with mine, clasping around each one with love. His hands dwarfed mine, like a child's to a grown man. That's what it felt like as he lay in my arms, he had grown so much over the last year and I had stayed the same. Same old Hermione, brand new Ron. I felt almost obsolete as a human being. He had been upgraded; he had evolved.
He smelled like warm cinnamon and sweat. I'd grown to love that smell lately, as we'd spent more time with one another. More time together, behind everyone's backs, than ever before. "Prefects aren't allowed to…" Percy would chide. This wasn't like dating, this was something else entirely. There was a lack of giggles and hurried fancies in the common room. This was a patient and calm love like nothing I'd felt before.
Wide eyes looked up at me, like amber lights in the darkness, as he stirred awake. His long eyelashes were filled with sleep and drying tears from long love confessions. Kisses lingered on his lips until he licked them away bringing pink, warm blood to his lush lips. Once I thought Harry's lips were absolutely perfect. They were perfect until I'd kissed Ron's lips and felt perfection. Ron's lips were like flower petals slick with morning dew. Until Ron, I had only kissed sandpaper and saw dust.
"Hello, 'Mione…" He whispered up at me. He pulled his shoulders up to his body with the chill from the open window. I reached to pull his blanket up and cover them, but he batted my hand away. "It feels good…maybe you should try it."
"Maybe." I said quietly, smiling at him and his wild, red bed hair. I brushed away a few stray from his eyes and leaned down to kiss him. Our lips met with a slight tingle and parted with a slight stick. I loved that, that sticking of lips, skin on skin, not wanting to leave each other. I cooed as he tugged my blanket from my narrow shoulders, letting it drop to the bed. He moved to wrap me up, crawling on the bed from in front of me to behind me. His skin was warm and soft as he draped his arms over me, crossing them on my front, cradling and covering my bare breasts.
I sighed as he nibbled on my neck, biting ever so slightly into my milky skin. This is what I loved about him best. He was an incredible man to cuddle with after making love. Man. I called him a man. I've never thought of him as a man…can sixteen years merit "man"? Or does it only suit "boy"?
"Are you coming to breakfast?" A twin peeked in the door, his hair falling in front of his face. "Pipin' hot, I tell you."
"Mmm…." Rod nodded. "Yeah, we'll be down." He stood from behind me, revealing me to Fred or George, who blushed and left. "Hermione…it's time we get up, it's nearly ten…Harry's coming today."
"Oh?" I asked, not really caring much. "Is he really?"
"Yes, perhaps we should pretend this whole thing never happened, so you and Harry can get along without any kinks in the road?" He asked while pulling a jumper over his bed head and tossing me an old rocker tee.
"Like last year?"
Shall I write more? It can stay one chapter or be expanded upon. Please review.
Kross
