If There Was No Tomorrow

Description: A short little piece on what happened between Ron and Hermione at the funeral. SPOILER WARNING! One-shot. Ron's POV.

Disclaimer: Own Harry Potter I do not (go yoda!)

A/N: Yes...you are being warned…HBP spoilers ahead.

It was a shame, to wake up to such a beautiful day and then remember you had a funeral to attend. I felt a wrenching in my heart when I saw my two best friends and realized that I could be going to one of their funerals next.

Hermione came and sat down next to me. I smelled her sweet scent, but then quickly pushed all my thoughts about her away. A funeral was supposed to be a sad event, not one where you got excited just by looking at someone.

I noticed that there was a single tear on her cheek. It took all of my self control not to take her in my arms and declare my love for her, right then. I hated to see her upset, but angry…well that was different. I loved it when she would argue with me over some pointless thing. It was my way of getting attention and always gave me hope that she felt the same way.

Harry had now gotten up and was speaking to Ginny in a low voice. I looked over at her too, to make sure she was okay. She was smiling, so I sighed a sigh of relief and did anything, but turn my attention to her.

"Ron?" My name on her lips sounded so sweet. I turned and looked at her. "I want to apologize for everything this year," she said and I raised an eyebrow. "With the war, it's made me realize that I don't want the last thing I say to you to be something awful," she continued. She had stopped crying.

"I'm sorry too. For being such a prat and all," I said. "And for dating Lavender," I added quietly.

Hermione just laughed. "Why are you sorry for that?"

I almost didn't hear her for all I could hear was the voice in my head. Do it. NOW!

"Hermione…I-- do you remember what I said to you when you fixed my homework?"

"Yes I do, Roonil Wazlib," she said, grinning.

"I meant it. I really did and I do now."

She just looked blankly at me, so to my horror, I continued.

"I…I thought I should tell you now. Haven't we wasted enough time already? We could have…" Her lips found mine mid-sentence.

When we broke she said, "You're not going anywhere, Ron. Not yet," and she broke into tears. It was then that I trusted my instinct and held her, kissing her hair. After all, there might never be a tomorrow.

Then I let the tears fall.