When Hermione woke up the next morning (or afternoon, seeing as it was 2'o'clock) she felt the same pang of loneliness as always. But when she rolled onto her side, and she saw Ron sprawled out beside her, that feeling washed out of her instantly. She smiled to herself. She propped herself up on her elbow, and began to trace her way, with her fingers from his navel, to his chest, to his neck, to his chin, to his nose, all the way up to his shock of red hair. She loved seeing the way her touch on his bare skin brought out goose-bumps, all over the pale skin. Grinning, she lay back down and spread her arm across his stomach.