Time for another update, I think.

Disclaimer: Without the genius mind of J.K. Rowling, I would not have these characters to write this fanfiction with. I claim no credit to the characters. Also, the title of this chapter is the name of a song from the musical South Pacific. Anything you do not recognize I created, please do not take it without my knowledge.

WARNING: At the end of the chapter, this story had mature content. The rest of the story will continue to be K+ or T, but the one part will be M. If you don't want to read it, it will not play a major role in the rest of the story (there won't be the consequences, etc), so don't worry about missing any of the plot. The chapter will be the regular length without the last scene; it will just be a little more romance.

Chapter 7: Some Enchanted Evening

For the first time since Hogwarts, Ron woke up before the alarm clock went off. It was his first day at the joke shop, and Hermione promised to stop by at the end of his shift. Hopefully, they would have time to go visiting houses to buy. After the incident with the Death Eaters, they had to go look for a new house so they wouldn't find them again. Afterwards (or right after work, if his shift ended too late), they were going to go out for a romantic dinner, and then stargazing. The stargazing part had been Hermione's request, but he was not ordered. He just wanted as much time as possible with Hermione, so he agreed. Yes, it was going to be the first perfect days in years.

Too bad it wasn't going to start for a few more hours. His shift started at nine; it was currently four in the morning.

Well, darn, Ron thought. He turned over to face Hermione, and his anger at the morning (or lack thereof) melted away. Her brown, messy hair was scattered on the pillow, but some fell elegantly across her face. Her deep, even breathing made her look peaceful, content. Ron had the urge to pull the hair off her face and kiss the sleeping beauty on the lips, forehead, anywhere on her face. He resisted, remembering how lightly she slept. He didn't want to see those beautiful brown eyes scared or startled at four o'clock in the morning. Instead, he settled with watching her breathe, her chest rising and falling, rising and falling, until he fell back asleep.

Not much longer (though long enough for him to fall asleep), he heard Hermione mumbling in her sleep.

"Ron…"

Ron froze, almost worried about what she would say. She had no control over what she said in the middle of the night.

"Kiss…me…"

Trying his hardest to hold back, his face leaned towards hers and he lightly kissed her full on the lips. As he pulled back, those gorgeous brown eyes opened to meet his bright blue ones.

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

So much for her not being her startled because of him so early in the morning.

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"Ron, I'm sorry about this morning's little outburst."

Ron looked up from the breakfast table. Hermione was looking down on him.

"You had no control over it, Hermione," Ron replied before standing up. He grabbed his wand from the table, and then walked over to her. "I have to go now, honey. I'll talk to you this afternoon," Ron said, kissing Hermione. He looked into her brown eyes again before Disapparating to Diagon Alley.

The day at work was not too bad. Sure the twins were "showing" him their newest merchandise by using them on him. He ended up sneezing for fifteen minutes before Fred would give him the antidote to "Nosey chews", chewy candies similar to their old "Ton-Tongue Toffees". Usually, he would have been upset with all the pranks they played on him, but he was glad they gave him the job, and he had the afternoon and evening to look forward to. Instead, he grabbed two cans of Muggle Silly String that were in the shop, and sprayed Fred and George with them. It cost him four Knuts off his paycheck, but it was well worth it.

About four in the afternoon, Hermione Apparated into the storage room in the back of the store to meet Ron. George was in the room, grabbing more fake wands to put out on display. The –POP- noise startled him, as nobody generally Apparated in there.

"Hermione! How are you?" he greeted her after getting over his shock. Although Ron had told him and Fred about Hermione's return, he hadn't seen her since Bill and Fleur's wedding the summer before her seventh year. He walked over to her and gave her a bone-crushing hug.

"Oi! George! What's taking you so long with the wands…Hermione!" Like his brother, Fred hadn't seen her in a while, so he walked over and gave her a slightly gentler hug.

"We'll go get Ron for you," George told Hermione, and grabbed the wands. They rushed out of the room, leaving Hermione with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"Ron, we have to talk to you," Fred started.

"Now. In the storage room," George finished.

"Guys, can't this wait until tomorrow? Hermione is going to be coming soon, and we're supposed to be going out to dinner."

The twins exchanged glances. "Yes, Ron, you have to come now," Fred replied.

"Or would you rather not have a job? Now, come on!" George continued.

Sighing, Ron followed the twins, with their identical smirks on their faces, into the back room. There, Ron saw Hermione, browsing through the packages of "Fairy Dust", powder that was not unlike glitter in appearances that made the person sprinkled with it levitate for thirty seconds.

"Oh, hello Ron," she greeted him, as though she spent time in a storage room every day.

"Ron, Hermione, we were thinking…" Fred stated.

"Actually, we thought of it about thirty seconds ago," George corrected.

Fred nodded. "The four of us should go out to dinner tonight."

"Fred, George, that's a great idea! We'll be glad to join you two tonight," Hermione exclaimed.

Ron looked at Hermione, the twins, and back to Hermione. What about all the plans they had for that night?

"Um, Hermione? What about our dinner?"

"Ron, don't worry. We can always go out to dinner together."

"Yeah, Ron. Besides, we haven't seen her in a few years, remember? You know, that whole 'being dead' thing kind of ruined our plans," George remarked.

"And you yourself haven't been very social in a while," Fred reminded Ron.

Ron looked back at Hermione. Her face was filled with hope…or was it excitement? Why would she be excited to spend time with the twins? It couldn't be that. It must have been hope.

He sighed. Could he ever win against his brothers? "Okay. But you owe me, Hermione."

"Don't worry. I'll pay you back. I promise." A smirk, much like the one Draco Malfoy used to always wear during their school days, lingered on her face.

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"…And then there are our Muggle-style items. We have things that are truly Muggle-created, like Silly String."

"But we modified some things. Like our Whoopsie Cushions. Instead of making their regular noise, they shout out the name of the person you like. Much more embarrassing."

"Surprisingly, our Muggle selection is doing much better than we thought it would."

"But then again, basically the only people buying these things are nuts like Dad."

Ron could not stand how boring this dinner was turning out to be. Fred, George, and Hermione were discussing their new tricks and pranks. Hermione started by asking about the types of magic they used to make their products work. Then the twins went into their series of merchandise, like their sweets (Canary Creams, Nosey Chews, etc.) and their Muggle merchandise. And they had been going on and on for over an hour! Ron had ordered, eaten, and was ready to go, and they were still talking!

Finally, after another half an hour of them talking, Ron and Hermione said good-bye to Fred and George.

"Wow, Ron. I knew they had been doing well, but they just went over and beyond what I imagined they would be able to do," Hermione told Ron.

"Yeah. Right," Ron mumbled, a little sarcastically. Hermione didn't get the hint.

"So, we were going to go star-gazing after dinner, weren't we?"

"Oh, yeah. So we are still going, then?" Does this mean some of my day is still going to happen then? He thought.

"And I know the perfect spot to go," Hermione smiled, pulling him along.

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(A/N: This is where the mature content comes in, so if you don't want to read it, there's the end of the chapter. If you do want to read it, please continue.)

Hermione led him to a grassy hill, overlooking the city and very secluded. The stars were beginning to come out, but the sky was clear, with no clouds in sight. Ron gasped at the brilliance of the city lights, with some occasionally going on, and others going off. Hermione started setting up their area behind him. He turned around, and saw Hermione lighting the last of the candles surrounding a couple of blankets. She sat down on one of the blankets, pulled the other one over her body, and beckoned him over. He readily agreed.

"Do you really want to star gaze, Ron?" she asked him.

What? You mean I came here just to find out she doesn't want to do this?

"…Or would you rather be doing something else here?"

He looked over at Hermione with a bewildered look on his face. Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? She leaned over slowly, gently kissing him. He responded, a little more forceful that she was. He felt her tongue lick his lips, begging to be allowed in his mouth. He obliged, and their tongues started to fight violently in their mouths. Hermione pulled back, but her hand started to caress his cheek. Not wanting it to end, he returned the favor by kissing her slowly down her neck. Reaching the neck of her shirt, he returned to her lips for more mouth-to-mouth action.

A shiver went up his spine when Hermione started unbuttoning his shirt. She continued to remove her own shirt. They both removed their own pants, leaving them naked between the blankets. A break came in their kissing, and the command Ron was waiting for escaped her lips.

"Ron…" it started, barely a whisper. "Enter me…"

And so he did. He heard he gasp, felt her body arch, and felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders. She relaxed her grip, though her hands didn't leave his body. The two of them began to relax a little, pulling apart slightly. Ron saw Hermione's bright brown eyes look into his. The two lips met again, softly and quickly, before Hermione laid her head on his chest. Within minutes, she had fallen asleep. Ron soon followed suit.

A small gust of wind, unknown to the sleepers, blew out the candles, and Ron and Hermione stayed there all night.

There you go! I finally updated, after a couple of weeks of writing this during math class and lunch period. Hope you enjoyed, and please review! Winter break is starting next week, so hopefully I will be able to update sometime soon, though I make now promises.