Disclaimers: The story,Harry Potter isn't mine, and neither is the boy either –sobs-

A/N: This is the sequel to my one-shot song fic, Sleep like a child. You could go and read that if you like, but it's not particularly important that you read it to understand what's going on. The first chapter is some R/Hr fluff for you shippers out there before I go into the main story.

Chapter one: Curtain falls

The cheers were still echoing around the house, even at one in the morning, the drunk wizards and witches were still proposing toasts, sharing jokes and generally having a good time. Ron Weasly's voice was among them. The toasts were to 'the end of fighting' and 'the boy who lived'. The reason to all this celebration? Why, you-know-who had been defeated! That's right, there were no more horcruxes, the death eaters were either dead or had ran away and finally everyone could be at ease. All thanks to one boy.

Even Mrs Weasly a burly, motherly woman with the famed red hair was joining in with the toasts, which were getting more ridiculous by the minute. Her cheeks flaming an interesting colour of rouge.

The alcohol was still flowing by the time Ronald Weasly stepped away from the crowd, stumbling over his feet, giddy and extraordinarily drunk. He'd noticed something odd and had pushed away from the scrabble to find out what. Ron searched the room with dilated blue eyes, his focus not quite right. But what he was looking for would have stood out, even if his sight were blurry. Ron's brows furrowed and he left the room to search else where around the burrow, doing his best to not trip over bodies of people who had already collapsed thanks to the amount of fire-whisky they had consumed.

Ron staggered into the hall. He choked as he breathed in some of the cigar smoke, which thronged the air, squinting he spotted a figure leaning against the door. He recognised the someone as one of his best friends.

"'Mione?" he called out to her, the girl whose brown hair covered her face looked up and smiled, "'Mione is that you?" The girl came out into the light and swept her curls behind her shoulder.

"I've been expecting you." She said taking a step towards an utterly confused Ron. A mischievous smile was playing on her lips, tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Y…you have?" Ron swayed on his feet and grabbed onto the side table so he would fall onto his knees. Hermione took another step.

"Yes I was waiting for you to step out from the others." Ron didn't take his eyes off her. What was she playing at? She was acting so…mysterious for a lack of a better word and yet her alluring behaviour was sending shivers all the way up his spinal cord.

"And why would that be?" Hermione stopped and stared at him blankly before shaking it off as that smile crept back on her features.

"To get you alone."

These four words put Ron on high alert. Alone? All alone? Perhaps he could finally tell her what he'd been meaning to for such a long time. He found he couldn't move, perhaps it was the drunk state he was in or it could be the effect of her words that had made him stiffen up like a board.

It was long before Hermione had taken the last bit of the journey until she was standing opposite Ron. Her eyes reflecting his expression, her smirk still hadn't vanished, her attention on him and him only.

"I have to tell you something…something important…" she whispered letting her sentence trail off, it had the desired the effect as a meaningful silence erupted between them.

Words were not needed. It seemed a fire had lit within them and without his knowing, Ron suddenly found himself pining Hermione to the wall, furiously smothering her lips with his own. Passion and lost opportunities was what guided the kisses, the cheers and shouts in the other room were now oblivious to them. All that mattered was each other.

Suddenly Hermione turned over so that she had Ron sandwiched against the door, they didn't notice the coat stand that was knocked over by this sudden movement. They didn't notice Ginny who had wanted to go out the door for some reason, they didn't notice that fights had started breaking out in the other room, they didn't hear Mrs Weasly shouting at Fred and George for turning Percy (who had been forgiven by his family by the way) into a canary by the means of a canary cream.

"Wait I need to tell you." Hermione said in-between a very passionate kiss, Ron did nothing but grunt at this and began to suck her neck. Hermione bent her head low, enjoying this wholly before lifting it back up to whisper in his ear, "I love you Ron."

Ron froze. Through his drunken state he certainly hadn't expected that. She loved him, him, Ronald Weasly! The buffoon! Ron lifted his head to look at her properly. Those three words he'd only dreamt about hearing, was this a dream? Ron was about to say something when suddenly there was a large thump from behind him. Someone was at the door.

Both Ron and Hermione hastily jumped apart and stepped down the corridor. The front door was flung open and something flumped onto the floor. Hermione covered her mouth to cover up a strangled scream. The something was the body of their other best friend, the hero, the great Harry Potter. His hair was wet and his clothes soaked in mud, his glasses were lopsided and cracked down the middle and his eyes were closed. Someone fell beside him on her knees, sobbing into her hands and letting her long red hair cover her face.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, not quite knowing what to do. What had happened? What was wrong with Harry? Why was Ginny crying!

"Ginny, are you alright?" Hermione managed to ask after a few minutes of gaping and staring, "What happened? What's wrong with Harry?"

Ron watched his little sister cry, utter things that you couldn't quite distinguish as a sentence with the concern that a big brother should have. He was not only worried for her but also for his best friend, who was still lying on the floor, motionless. They both waited for the distraught girl to regain her composure enough to answer Hermione's questions, and the fear that something terrible had happened grew.

"Harry…he's…he's…" Something in Ron's alcohol influenced brain clicked while Ginny struggled for words. Harry had once told him they way he was going to end the war. The only way Voldemort would be defeated. "He's dead!"

A/N: Dun dun dun. Evil cliffie in the first chapter oh how horrible of me! Well there's your big R/Hr scene! It will mostly be H/G (memories and such) and G/OC (yes, I'm bringing in my own creation, oh horrors!) I have no idea how long this is going to be so don't ask. We'll have to see how the story flows won't we :) I'll update as soon as I can! Can't leave you hanging too long can I?