Dead and Gone
During the war, Hermione went M.I.A. Everyone thought she was dead and after a few years, everyone moved on. Including Ron. But what happens when she resurfaces, seemingly unharmed?
Chapter Twelve: "Thank You"
A/N: This is, as of now, the last chapter and it is quite short. I seem to be out of ideas at the moment. If I come up with anymore for this story, then i will certainly add it. If you've got any ideas that you would like to see, feel free to tell me. Enjoy and don't forget to review :)
Sighing happily, Hermione wrapped her arms around the warm body beside her. The coldness she had been feeling for so long was finally gone. Opening her eyes, she watched her lover sleep peacefully, a small smile on his lips. The corners of her mouth twisted into a smile. The only real smile she's had since her return. Sighing happily, she untangled herself and wrapped the towel around herself. Going back to the bathroom, she dressed in the boxers and shirt she had grown accustomed to wearing, and padded down the hall to the kitchen.
She opened the fridge, looking for something to make. Deciding on pancakes, eggs and bacon, she began preparing everything, including tea. She was just about done with the eggs, when she felt two strong arms wrap themselves around her waist and a pair of lips on her neck and shoulder. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying his soft touches.
"'bout time you woke up." She smiled.
A chill over her body as he chuckled softly against the tender flesh of her neck. "I was having a good dream." he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss just behind her ear.
She moaned and leaned into him. "Is that so?" She felt him nod as he sucked and nibbled on her neck. "Care to share?" she asked, setting aside the pan of eggs.
George turned her around and she ran her hands up his bare chest and to his shoulders, to link together behind his neck. He ducked down, kissing her neck and pulled her closer. "I'd rather show you." He whispered, picking her up and setting her down on the counter and continued to maul her, neither one of them hearing the soft 'pop' in the next room.
"Had they already eaten?" Mrs. Weasley asked Ron as he walked in from the living room.
"Um…they were…busy." He mumbled and walked towards the stairs.
"Are you alright, dear?" She asked, noticing his paler than normal skin.
Ron shook his head and walked up the stairs without another word. Harry and Ginny glanced at each other, knowing smiles on their lips.
"I'm pretty sure breakfast is no good now." Hermione said, wiping some hair from her sweaty face.
George chuckled. "Well, it doesn't matter as we don't have anymore syrup for the pancakes." he smirked, looking at the empty bottle of syrup laying just a few feet away.
Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms around George's torso. "How about we jump in the shower? I'm starting to stick to the floor."
George smiled and stood up. "Might want to be careful, luv."
"With what?" She wondered, furrowing her brow.
"Jumping in the shower. You could slip if you're not careful." He said, placing a quick kiss on the tip of her nose and running down the hallway, Hermione hot on his heels.
"George?" Hermione asked a few hours later as they lay in bed.
"Yes, Kitten?" George asked, his arms draped around her.
"Thank you."
George looked down at her, brushing some hair from her face. "For what, luv?"
Hermione smiled softly at him and brushed her lips against his. "Saving me."