"I can't wait to be back to school again", said Hermione, who stroke Ron's head. He had placed himself on her chest and seemed to doze off any moment. Normally, it was strictly forbidden that boys stayed at the girls dorms and the other way around, but they both didn't care about it.

"Are you ever stop thinking about school?", he muttered into her chest.

"I never stop thinking about you, darling", she smirked a bit.

It was a cold, gray Friday night at the end of March. Her health was almost back to normal, and she could start classes in less than a week. Neville would start the next Monday, but she had the order to rest a few days longer.

All the other girls from her dorm were somewhere else this weekend, so she would be completely alone.

"I love you", he answered in a silent, soft tone. Her fingers ran through his hair over and over again. Ron loved that, and she knew. She knew how he was, she knew ever since she fell.

It must have been around 7 when a knock cut their cuddles.

Without waiting for Hermione to answer the door opened and McGonagall entered.

"Good evening Miss Granger", she greeted and spotted Ron in her arms.

"Mister Weasley", she pulled up her eyebrows a bit annoyed because it was the fourth time that week she caught him in the girls' dorm.

Ron looked up, and his ginger hair stuck out in every possible direction. His eyes only half opened. Hermione giggled a little by his look.

"How many times more?", she pushed his arm into her waist.

"I know. I am sorry", he mumbled, made a strange noise to get up from his more than comfortable position and looked at her.

"Professor please. I am all alone this weekend.", Hermione looked at her.

"No boys in the girls' dorm, Miss Granger. You know the rules and I really don't want you two to lose points.", she explained.

Meanwhile, Ron was about to put on his second shoe. This damn rules really annoyed him even more than anything else on that school.

"But…", McGonagall spoke quiet

"Throughout the fact that you would be all alone the rest of the weekend, I think I can make an exception."

Ron looked up from his half tight shoe. "What?"

"You can stay here. But just if you don't sleep in her bed!", said McGonagall strict and looked at the young wizards.

"I'll get my sleeping bag. Thank you so much, Professor.", Ron nodded and quickly put on his other shoe. When he did, he jumped up and rushed out of the room.

"So. How are you doing", she finally looked to Hermione.

"Better. Whatever it was that Malfoy used to poison us, it really did bad on me. Still a little dizzy sometimes a day, but I'll be happy to start classes soon..", explained Hermione and fixed her hair a bit.

"Wonderful to hear. I'll give Dumbledore an update, okay?", she asked and smiled to her. She checked on Hermione every other day because she seemed pretty worried, but this was the first time she actually smiled.

"Have a nice weekend, Miss Granger. I'll let you rest for the weekend, but if anything happens, you know where to find me"

"Thank you Professor. Have a charming weekend, too. Good night", Hermione answered when her professor left the room.

A few minutes later, Ron came back with his sleeping bag and his Pyjama.

"Are you really gonna sleep in there?", Hermione pointed to the deep green bundle of fabric, while Ron managed to put out his shoes in a rush, throwing them in the corner next to her bed.

"Bloody hell, of course not", he laughed and nearly jumped next to her again. He kissed her, almost digging her into her sheets.

"I thought we could do… something else", his left eyebrow moved up, and his hand slowly moved under her top. It made Hermione gasp a tiny bit.

"McGonagalls eyes are everywhere", answered Hermione, but got distracted by his boyfriends hand on her waist again.

"My eyes are on you, and I really like it", he muttered, and slowly started to kiss her neck.

"Ron.", she said, but he continued kissing, crawling his hand up to her breast, "Ron…", her tone changed from serious to a bit aroused one. She closed her eyes when his hand did… she couldn't really tell what he was doing, but it felt good. He managed to move onto her even more, but she just tried to talk to him.

"For god sakes.", her eyes opened, her hand grabbed his arm when he finally seemed to listen.

"You don't like it?", he asked

"I like it more than it's allowed in here", was her answer.

"Oh darling. So you tell me that we have to wait for every holidays?", his mouth corners moved down.

"I suppose"

"C'mon Mione", he looked at her and moved down to kiss her.

"Wait", she moved away.

"You have to be quiet. If they catch us, we're more than in trouble."

"You'll not hear a single thing", he laughed and continued where she stopped him.

"I love you, Ron", she sighed under his weight.

--

"So, how was your Friday night?", asked Harry, who sat down.

"Spent it with Hermione…" he smiled and seemed to dream away.

"Great, is she feeling better? What did you do?", asked Harry, who had placed his look onto the big book and the empty sheets in front of him. Ever since he knew that Snape had set a sharper look onto him, he was endeavours to make it better again.

"She's better. Actually pretty good.", Ron nodded. He tried to sound ambiguous on purpose. Ever since he and Hermione had reached the next level in their relationship, he wanted to tell everyone about it. Not that anyone actually cared, but he had to talk about it.

"Well that's nice. I could really use her help right now. I hate potions", Harry nodded slightly and dipped his quill into the little ink pod in front of him.

"Yea, she's good at tutoring, isn't she?, Ron felt how heavy his eyelids felt suddenly. He was in a completely different world than his best friend. All he could think about was his girl and how the feeling of last night still shook his bones a bit.

"Excuse me?", Harry turned away the look from his book to Ron, when he saw how drunk of love he sat there, "Mate!"

"She's so good", Ron muttered, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Mate", repeated Harry and laid down his quill, "did you do it again?"

Not that Harry wanted to know about it, but he had to manage that Ron would not literally start flying by his feelings.

"Yea..", he smiled, but to Harry it actually looked very cringy.

"McGonagall didn't catch you?"

"Nah, she actually allowed me to stay at the girls dorm the rest of the weekend, because otherwise she'd be all alone.", Weasley explained, "I feel like a grown man, Harry. I've got a whole new feeling of life somehow."

"Great! I'm happy for you", Harrys eyebrows moved up, and he nodded supportively.

"She's so beautiful, Harry, did you notice?"

"She looks good. Not gonna deny it, but my eyes are on Ginny you know?"

"And she's so good. Everything she does to me. The way her tiny fingers touch me, and how she kiss—"

"Okay, I get it, you have sex.", Harry tried to prevent this situation from getting more cringy by just cutting him off.

"And it's the best one I've ever had", Ron concluded confident.

"It's the only one you had, right?"

"Yea, but it's the best!"

"I don't know, don't have any experiences with it", said Harry, focused back onto his essay.

"You should try!"

"With your sister?", Harry laughed and turned back around to him, "Okay, Ron. What kind of potion hit you? Did Hermione give you something?"

"Love, Potter. Pure Love", he propped up his arm to the table and rested his head on it.

"Okay. Nice, but see, I have to focus on my essay now.", Harry dipped his quill into the ink once more, when a thought rushed through his head.

"McGonagall allowed you to sleep at Hermiones room?"

"Yes"

"In her bed?"

"No. I got my sleeping bag, but you don't think I even put it out of the packaging, don't you?", Ron answered.

"Well..", he pulled up his shoulders.

"I did not only sleep in her bed, I've slept with her"

"Ronald!", Harry raised his voice, "I hope you used protection"

"Of course we-", he smiled, confident at first when shook ran through his limbs.

"Bloody hell!", he jumped up.

"What? You didn't?", Harry now looked up to the redhead.

"Got to go!", was the answer he got when Ron rushed away. Not as quickly as he did when he wanted to kill Draco, but still very fast.