I will continue to say this over and over again, no bashing my fiction. If you don't like it then leave me alone and keep your comments to yourself. I don't want to hear them so don't even try.

Hermione's hair blew in the wind as she sat on the dock by the lake, her feet dangling off the side of the dock. She dipped her bare feet into the water every once in a while as she kicked her feet back and forth. She would be leaving the Burrow in a few days with Ron and Harry since they weren't going back to Hogwarts.

She let out a sigh, looking out at the lake and watching the ripples as she kicked the water. The ripples disrupting the peace of the water and messing up the reflection of the sun and herself. She pulled her feet up onto the dock and held them close to her chest as she stared out at the water.

"What are you doing Hermione?" Ron asked as he sat down on the dock next to Hermione and letting his feet dangle off the edge. As usual he was right there next to Hermione when she needed him the most, sometimes without him even knowing it at first.

"Oh Ron," Hermione cried, letting her feet go and dangle off the dock again. She buried her head into Ron's shoulder and started to cry into it.

Ron put his arms around Hermione's shoulders and held her tight letting her sob into her shoulder. He felt no words where needed. He knew why she was crying and felt the best he could do was hold her and let her cry.

After a few moments of crying Hermione pulled herself together and stopped her crying but she moved her head so it was laying on Ron's broad shoulder. She let go of Ron with one hand and whipped her cheeks off before retuning it on his waist.

"Hermione, I think you seriously need to start having some fun to keep your mind off of your problem. The more time you spend alone the more you tend to think about it so it seems," Ron whispered, gripping Hermione tight knowing her crying was done for the moment. He felt as though his statement was true though, Hermione needed some fun.

"And what do you suppose we do then?"

"Well normally I would suggest Quidditch but you don't like it so I won't. The two of us can always go on a date in Diagon Alley, just the two of us," Ron suggested, liking the idea a bit. He would love to spend some alone time with Hermione. It wasn't an easy task when you where at the Burrow really. He had a feeling alone time together away from the Burrow could hopefully help things out a bit.

"Sure we can go on a date in Diagon Alley," Hermione said softly, standing up and then looking down at Ron. "Let me get cleaned up a bit then we can go," she said softly and then walking into the Burrow, her hair flowing behind her.

Later in Diagon Alley...

Hermione walked down the streets of Diagon Alley, her cloak trailing behind her as she went along. Ron had told her as she was getting ready to meet him in Diagon Alley but where was the question. He hadn't told her where to meet him just to meet him there which did no good what so ever to her at all. She watched the very few people she passed by but none of them where Ron.

She headed into the Leaky Cauldron, only hoping Ron would be there. She found that the whole place was almost empty besides a few people and one lonely person, Ron. She smiled lightly and walked over to the table, taking a seat across for Ron. "You aren't the easiest to find, next time tell me where you are going to be?"

"Hopefully next time I will be escorting you to where we will be but you girls take too long getting ready and I couldn't wait there any longer," Ron said, looking over at Hermione. Though she was in her normal everyday clothes he could tell she had a bit of makeup on and she looked amazing. He himself was dressed like normal but he made sure his clothes where clean with no grass or mud stains on them.

"Hopefully," Hermione said softly, noticing that Ron had taken to staring at her for a moment or two. She let out a sigh and looked around the Leaky Cauldron a bit. It seemed to be losing it touch a bit and was a lot emptier then normal. It wasn't what she pictured as a date but she knew Ron hadn't the money for a nice date and she didn't care really.

"I have it planned out, the rest of the night. We are going to get some ice cream after getting something to eat. Then when we get home I will take you on a small broom ride but no worries, I won't let you fall off. Then we will head up to my room and hang out for a while, I asked Harry to stay out of the room and he said he would hang with Ginny," Ron said cheerfully. He felt so good about his whole plan for the night.

Hermione laughed lightly to herself as she listened to Ron. "Well as much as I don't agree to the broom ride I am with you," she said softly, taking Ron's hand in hers and holding it tight on top of the table.

"It will be fine Hermione, I promise. As long as you hold on tight to me nothing will happen. It isn't like I am going to make you fly yourself," Ron said, rubbing Hermione's hand with his thumb.

"Okay, I trust you Ron."

Later in Ron's room..

Ron fell back on his bed with a sigh and Hermione quickly followed with a laugh. "I never heard you squeal that loud in my life Hermione. You really hate flying," he said, managing to slip his arm under Hermione and then pulling her closer.

"I didn't mean to, I just don't like flying that much and I was scared of falling. You have to admit after a few minutes I was okay, all until the landing," Hermione said, snuggling her head into Ron's chest and then letting out a sigh.

"The landing is when you squealed the loudest. I think I am still a bit deaf from the squeal since it was right in my ear," Ron said laughing lightly and then starting to stroke her hair with his free hand.

"Sorry."

"Why? You did nothing wrong 'Mione," Ron said, looking down at Hermione as best he could really with the position he was in. "I love you and I know you hate flying. I thought it was worth a shot to at least get you to like riding with me. It is my fault, not yours."

"Ron, I love you," Hermione whispered, moving her head off of Ron's chest and laying it on the bed behind her. "I am sorry about squealing so loud in your ear though. I do feel a lot better riding with you though so next time, if there is one, I won't squeal."

Ron smiled lightly to hear the fact that she was a lot more comfortable with him when flying and he kissed her ear lightly. "I love you too, 'Mione," he whispered, kissing her ear down to her collarbone where he started to suck on her skin lightly.

Hermione let a groan escape from her mouth as Ron sucked on her collarbone. She had never felt something like this but she loved it. After all Ron was her first relationship and hopefully her only one. Viktor was a date to the Ball, not much a relationship but friendship. McLaggen was her date to Slughorn's party as a jealously thing that she hoped would bring Ron to her.

After a few minutes of sucking Ron pulled away from Hermione's collarbone to check out his work. He had left a nice red mark on her collarbone from his sucking and he was quite proud. "I love you so much Hermione," he muttered, kissing his way up her neck.

Hermione closed her eyes slowly and let out a sigh. "I could fall asleep here as you kiss me like that," she whispered, letting her hand roam through Ron's messy red hair.

"Then go ahead and do so," Ron whispered, nipping at Hermione's ear now, making her groan. "It isn't like we are going to do anything bad," Ron said, taking a nice nip at Hermione's ear and then kissing it before taking small nips at it.

Hermione groaned lightly and took her hand out of Ron's hair, leaving him to his work on her ear. She knew Ron was telling her the truth; he would never do anything to her that she wasn't comfortable with besides the flying thing. She slowly let herself drift to sleep as Ron started to suck on her collarbone again and making the mark bigger and redder. She could only imagine how many marks she would have when she woke.