Hermione's POV

I'm not alone.

I felt him crawl in bed beside me and wrap his arm around my waist. My bed felt huge compared to how small it actually was, and with him beside me I should have felt even more cramped. Instead I just felt warm. Cosy. I turned and rolled into his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat as he fiddled with my hair.

"Sorry," He murmured against the pillow, his voice sounded just like it had the moment he left. Like he hadn't left at all. "I didn't want to wake you, but I needed to hold you." I just gave a little moan of satisfaction at hearing his voice. The stillness was bliss. Even the notion of leaving that moment to go to a next sounded outrageous. Unthinkable. I could have stayed in that moment forever. His hands moved around to the curve of my back, encircling me, cradling me into his chest.

My lips parted and I breathed the words, "You're not here. You're another dream." His reply was a low and quiet chuckle. Then suddenly his hand titled up my chin and the touch of his lips brought me back to reality. He was kissing me. I could feel the heat coming off his bare chest, the soft touch of his hands on my body and the tickle of his hair by my cheeks as he kissed me. His lips moulding around my own, a sense of desperation behind them. He was back. Ron had returned.

I glanced up at his silhouette in the darkness, even though he was just an outline of gray, I could still tell it was him. Ronald. Despite the darkness, his eyes were clear; puddles of water, so clear I could see into his soul. The perfume of his breath was warm against my neck as he kissed me.

"Ron!" My laugh was high and unusually excited for my voice but I didn't care. He didn't either apparently. He laughed and pulled me into his arms, I willingly rolled onto him, straddling his waist as he least up to kiss me again. Tears pooled in my eyes but I blinked them away, refusing to cry in that moment even if they were tears of joy. After we paused for breath, I turned and noticed the burgundy curtains wide open and dawn-light beginning to spill into the wide room. Suddenly it hit me that we were no longer in the tent but in a bedroom at Grimmauld Place.

"We can't be here, it's not safe." I muttered as his hands continued to caress me, my bare legs, the crease of my shoulder.

"It's okay," He mumbled, "I came back here to check things out and found Yaxley on the floor. He was unconscious so I wiped his memories and sent him on his way. He has no idea we were ever here so I came back for you..." his hands moved so gently I hadn't noticed that he'd slipped them beneath my T-shirt, they were then massaging my back as he held me to him. "I told Harry and we apparated you here and put you to bed. We're safe!" The word safe instantly made me want to laugh but instead I just smiled. Smiling with Ron in my arms. It was all that mattered.

Ron then surprisingly lifted me off him but only for a moment, only to lay me back down on the bed. He didn't seem to care that I had bed hair or that I hadn't showered. He stared at me like I was some kind of goddess! What a fool! My fool!

I leant back up and wrapped my arm around his neck, my fingers ran though his hair and I forced him back to me, our lips found each other once again. His body lay upon mine but he steadied his weight, ensuring my comfort. His tongue bravely pushed past my lips and played with my own. Feeling naughty for the first time in a long time, I repeated his action. His hand curved around my elbow, moving slowly down my arm and back to my ribs, once again over my hip and down my leg. I shivered, knowing that my tight shorts were very revealing. He paused there, curling his hand around my calf. He pulled my leg up suddenly, hitching it around his hip.

The air was hot, it was hard to breathe but it felt so good. His lips moved back to the hollow of my throat while my fingers gently raked down his back. I didn't know why he wasn't wearing a shirt. I didn't care. After a moment, he rolled to the side and I went with him, laughing wildly with his wayward movements. He pulled my face back to his, our lips causing a spark every time they touched. Then he rolled over again and again making me laugh.

"Wow." He mumbled when he was once again hovering over me, both of us had hair pointing in every direction and were tangled in a knot of blankets and duvets.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Your smile..." His fingers traced my lip but turned into his hand, cupping my cheek which I then leant into. Ron was being so careful with his weight and his actions, being so careful not to hurt me. But I wanted it. I wanted to feel his warm skin pressed against mine.

My head was spinning ― the air was coming too fast and shallow.

His hands left my face but I refused to let our lips part. His hands moved down my body, over my breasts to the bottom of my T-shirt. And with one swift movement a moment's separation of our lips, my shirt was thrown to the ground. My cheeks burnt, probably looking as if someone had been pinching them! But it was all him. My arm moved up and down his body, feeling his muscles as they flexed, my fingers careful not to touch the scars forming on his chest and shoulder.

One may be turned off by ugly scars such as Ron's but to me, they may as well have been invisible. I loved him before them and I loved him afterwards. I always have and will. His kisses continued like little pecks of love across my skin, moving from my lips to my jaw-line, to my throat and my chest. I found my head falling back and I tried my hardest to ignore the fact my chest...my bare chest, was exposed to him. But I wanted this.

But Harry? "We...We...c-can't do this...now..." I moaned.

"Oh?"

His lips moved back up to my neck where he chuckled, tickling me. "H-Harry..." I replied.

"Harry is out. But if you still want to stop then-"

"Don't you dare." I scolded him and then threw the duvet entirely off the bed, leaving us only covered by a thin white sheet. Hearing his lullaby of a laugh made me giggle. While he kissed me, he rested his hand on the hard wooden headboard, I moved my hand down to his jeans and begun to unbutton them for him. Within seconds he had kicked the jeans to the ground. My legs opened and he lay between them, kissing me again. His fingers teased the edge of my shorts and he tugged. My fingers slid beneath the waistband of his black boxer briefs. I shoved them down. His boxers and my shorts hit the ground at the same moment. I could feel him, every inch of him, touching me, caressing me, loving me. I could feel his love, washing over me in a sensation that almost became too much to handle, a feeling of continuous euphoria.

Then he stopped, "Wait," He mumbled, "You sure you want this? Now?" He asked. For some stupid reason, I had to think about it. What we were doing, our task to find and destroy all of Voldemort's Horcruxes was a near impossible task. One we may very well fail at and die during the process. I knew what I signed up for becoming friends with Harry, both Ron and I did and we understood the dangers of what we agreed to do. But that still meant that we both may not live to see next year.

Which meant we had to live in the here and now. You hear girls say they want to wait for the right moment. That was my moment. I knew it. I knew I would never love any other like I loved Ron. So why not. When it feels so right? How can it not be?

I nodded. "I want this." He grinned sheepishly, like that was the answer he wanted. Of course it was. "I want you." I whispered, staring up into the eyes of man I loved. Just as I opened my legs, wrapping of them around his as he leant down to kiss me again, I mumbled one word.

"Ron."

I woke up.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, looking at me from his bunk across the tent. It took me a single moment to register everything. To understand it all. "You okay? You're crying?"

A dream. Another Dream I had believed. How much more torture would I have to endure? I wiped away my tears. Harry shot up to make his way over to me but I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine, Harry. Just go back to sleep." I snapped. He walked over anyway and held out his hand. I realized I had been wearing the locket. I couldn't have yanked that think from me quicker before handing it too him. He nodded, leant down and kissed the top of my head before heading back to bed. I closed my eyes and lay down. In a way I felt better but I prepared for the oncoming storm. Giving away the locket, I had given away the anger and without the anger, there was only pain.

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