This chapter isn't that good, I'm sorry. Also Lemons alert
Chapter 4:
When we let go of the port key, I didn't realise how much I had anticipated seeing Ron's childhood home again. It stood, tall and wobbly. The absence of family was evident. But, despite this, it still seemed warm and welcoming. I was one of the last to enter the Burrow's threshold, feeling a little dizzy from the tugging sensation of the portkey. I entered to find only Fleur, who was hastily making 11 cups of tea, for each inhabitant of the household. "Can you please take these upstairs" She said gently. Using Bellatrix's wand, I levitated all cups behind me, delivering the liquid comfort. Entering Ginny's room, I wasn't surprised to find Harry, who sat mournfully on the bed next to Ginny. They were talking in hushed voices and although they looked up with a grateful smile when I entered, I could tell my presence was not entirely welcome in their private conversation. So I climbed the stairs, stopping at each room with my delivery of Tea. Finally, I reached the stairs to Ron's room. I took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened so suddenly that if I hadn't been levitating the tea, I would've spilled it. "Hermione" he said, and a warm tingle jolted to my heart. Though he was tired and depressed, I could see in his eyes the glimmer of hope, that was present that morning under the tree at Hogwarts. Momentarily distracted by the thought of Ron's lips on mine, I hadn't noticed him inviting me in his room. I had been in here many times before, it's familiarity bringing back times of laugher and plotting. But now, it was different. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, I set next to him. After minute of contemplation and silence, broken only by the sound of sipping tea, Ron spoke. "You know, I always thought that this would go differently". Confused, I asked "What do you mean?" "All those nights in the tent" he said "I dreamt of how I would ask you out, what our first kiss would be like. I would ask you to go for a walk in the orchard, and maybe, at sunset the moment would be just right. We would lean in, and that would be it. Not that I didn't like our first kiss though, it was bloody brilliant, even if we were in a war". I smiled at this, thinking fondly of our passionate embrace outside the room of requirement. The blush on his face, that matched the colour of his hair indicated that he too was thinking of this, or at least something similar. Alone, in Ron's room, there was no Harry or Mrs Weasley to interrupt us now. I leaned in closer, as did Ron for our third kiss. The new yet familiar feeling was absorbed by my body, as I felt Ron's hand go to my hair. I could feel it all, his tongue, his lips against mine in a physical expression of our love of each other. Our position rather awkward, he pulled me towards him so that I was straddling his lap, and we continued kissing. It felt as if nothing else mattered in the world. The fear and despair that pervaded just minuted earlier was silenced and all I could do was feel Ron's hands on my belly and the exciting feeling that coursed through my body. Stopping for a minute, our mouths still so close, we looked each other in the eye. His eyes were mixed with love, desire and happiness and they were the last thing that I saw before we leaned in again. As we continued kissing, I felt his hand travel up my shirt and past the abundance of scars and burns, to land on my breast. He squeezed it, rolling my nipples as we moaned and made noises of pleasure. Nothing else mattered and at that minute, I didn't care. That was until the door burst open to reveal Mr Weasley, looking embarrassed and out of place. I was off Ron in a flash, smoothing down my shirt and apologising profusely to Mr Weasley, who seemed just as mortified as Ron and I were. "It's alright" He said "You're adults now, free do do what you like. Just be safe, I hope you were all these months, goodness know if anyone deserves it it is you two" Before he could continue, Ronn butted in "Dad" He said firmly, trying to hide the embarrassment in his voice. He was strategically holding a pillow over his upper legs. "It is really only been a few hours since. Hermione and I….. Well since we…ummm… first kissed" His embarrassment was too obvious and Ginny and Harry, who had suddenly appeared behind her dad at the door, was clearly trying to refrain from laughing. Mr Weasley, still looking uncomfortable yet surprised didn't say anything. "Yeah" Said Harry "Hermione basically attacked him when he mentioned the house elves last night". With that, no body, even Mr Weasley could hold in their laughter. The image of Hermione launching herself at Ron, in the middle of a life defining battle, when he mentioned house elves was all too much. "What is everyone laughing at" Came a new voice. Mrs Weasley has clearly come to see what everyone was laughing at, especially since laughing seemed so out of place in the day's events. "I think Ron and Hermione have something to tell you" teased Ginny, looking pleased that she had the opportunity to take the Mickey out of her already embarrassed brother. "Well" demanded a flustered Mrs Weasley. Ron looked over to me, and I nodded giving my silent permission for him to tell his mum. "Mum, Hermione and I are together, I know it isn't really the right time, with Fred dying and the whole war ending think but….." But Ron didn't finish his sentence because Mrs Weasley came bounding towards Ron and I and pulled us in to a second hug for that day. "About time, I knew you two were on love…Oh Arthur…. Didn't I tell you this was going to happen one day". I was pleased at Mrs Weasley's elation, remembering her coldness to Fleur when her oldest Son announced his relationship. I looked over to Ron and smiled. 'It will all be ok after all' I thought.