A/N: Here is the next chapter guys. I went through it and changed some things around so this isn't originally how I had the chapter but it is really good anyways. Very funny at the end. Enjoy guys.
Ron's eyes slid open to see the Burrow and he looked around, everything passing through his mind; Hermione taking care of him, her blushing after seeing his famous Weasley smile. He paused when he felt a pressure on his chest and looked down to see Hermione asleep with her head on his chest while she sat on the floor with a blanket wrapped around her. Knowing that there was no where he could go even after moving Hermione around a bit he started to stroke her hair slowly.
He watched as Hermione readjusted herself in her sleep then letting out a sigh. "She is really tired I am guessing. She did wake up at midnight to take care of me," he whispered, still stroking her hair and watching her as she stirred a bit. Know thinking about it a bit he kind of liked having Hermione's head on his chest.
Hermione yawned lightly and opened her eyes to see Ron's lower body in front of her eyes and feeling him stroke her hair. She wasn't quite sure what to do at the moment. It felt so nice being here and Ron hadn't pushed her away after he woke.
"I wonder if I should tell her once she wakes up. The sooner I get it over with the better. It will give me time to get over it while I am here," Ron whispered, unaware of the fact that Hermione had woken up and heard every word that had just come out of his mouth.
Hermione's head shout up without even pausing to think about it at all. "Tell me what? I know it was me you where talking about now tell," she said quickly. She knew Ron meant her without even having to think about it. There was no other girl around but her so who else could be anyways?
Ron jumped up a bit from the surprise of Hermione shooting up without warning any. He hadn't know she was awake and would have never said what he had if he had know. Now he felt like he had no choice but to tell her the truth. He sat up on the couch slowly, still feeling a bit of pain and then patted the couch next to him. "Come up here Hermione," he whispered quietly.
Hermione unwrapped herself from her warm blanket and got up onto the couch next to Ron who quickly covered her as well with his blanket. "So, what is it want wanted to tell me?" she asked quietly, taking in the warmth of Ron's body near her own.
Ron took a deep breath and looked straight at Hermione. "I think I love you," he said all together ands rather quickly which would make it almost impossible to hear any of it at all.
Hermione looked at Ron while her mind took in the few words she did hear then putting them together and adding words. "You think," she whispered, checking to make sure she got it right in her head at the very least. "That you love me?" she asked, making sure she had it right in her mind with Ron of course.
Ron was shocked when Hermione finished and had it all correct but he was talking to Hermione here. She was bright and always figured things out no matter how difficult. "Yes," he answered shyly and his ears starting to turn bright red. "I understand if you don't-" he was cut off by Hermione kissing him out of no where. He of course pulled her as close as he could and heard the most wonderful moan he had ever heard come from her.
Hermione was the first one to come up for breath and she rested her head on is shoulder. "I don't think, I know I love you and have for a long time," she whispered and then kissing Ron's neck lightly.
Ron held Hermione close and stroked her arm; feeling her soft, smooth skin. He could feel the chills going through Hermione's body as he continued to stroke her arm. "I am glade about that. It was you I was trying to make jealous last year," he whispered into Hermione's ear and making her shiver.
"Well it worked Ron. I had my heart torn at seeing you with her when I loved you so much. My only way of getting over it was making you jealous as well. I choose McLaggen for that because you thought I would much rather be dating good Quidditch players," Hermione said softly, looking into Ron's blue eyes before letting out a deep sigh. "What you don't seem to know yet is that you are a great Quidditch player and even if you weren't I would still love you as much as I do now."
Ron looked into Hermione's sparkling eyes and felt like grabbing her and snogging her silly. "I am sorry about that Hermione. Ginny told me you snogged Viktor and I let my jealous get the best of me," he whispered. "Also I'm rubbish at Quidditch and we all know it."
"Snogged Viktor? I never snogged Viktor. Come on Ron, I was fourteen when I went out with him. I never liked him that way anyways, we where only friends like I tried to tell you over and over again. He was the first one to notice me really and he liked me for me," Hermione said, putting her hand on Ron's cheek. "I waited for you to ask me to the Ball that year but you where too late. When you asked me I knew you where only asking me so you wouldn't be dateless for the Ball. I didn't want it that way. I wanted to go with you as more then friends just like when I asked you to Slughorn's party but then you went off with her which tore me apart inside. And you are a good Quidditch player but you only want to deny it."
Ron took Hermione's hand that was on his cheek and held her hand tight in his. "I guess that is was my fault then. I missed those two chances with the most beautiful girl I've ever met sitting here next to me," he said, watching the blush creep into Hermione's cheeks slowly. He smiled seeing the blush and kissed her gently. "You know it is true."
Hermione looked at Ron and smiled. "You know, you always have a way of making me laugh or smile. You effect me so much that you would never know," she told him sofly.
Ron couldn't take this any more and he grabbed Hermione and pulled her into a kiss without answering her at all. He slowly laid Hermione down on the couch and was now laying on top of her. He wasn't planning on taking it any further then this but he kind of liked it. One day he would know what it would be like to have her body on his but right now it was too risky with the pain he was in.
With a loud 'Crack' the twins appeared in the living room to find the two kissing on the couch. "Tisk tisk Hermione. Picking up boys and snogging with them are you?" Fred asked, not really noticing the boy she was with. He wasn't sure who it was not knowing that Ron had been hurt. "Looks like the good girl went bad finally."
Hermione pulled away from Ron and looked at the twins as they stared at her. "It isn't some random boy. Who do you think I am? Do you think I would just go to Diagon Alley grab a boy?" she asked, while Ron was trying his best to keeping himself out of the conversation at the moment.
"Maybe if you have gone bad," George said and smiling brightly from the joy of tormenting Hermione like this. "Now who is this mystery man of your Miss Granger?"
"Ron," Hermione said calmly.
Ron let out a sigh after he heard his name come out of Hermione's mouth and he got up off of her, pain shooting through his body from going to fast. "Ahh," he managed to get out before leaning on the back of the couch to rest.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked quickly, sitting up and then kneeling on the couch next to him. "You are still in a lot of pain. You can't be sitting up like that," she scolded.
Fred and George looked at their brother in amazement with so many questions for Ron. But the question now was where was Harry at. "Ron, you are alright!"
"More or less yeah," Ron said, looking at his brothers and then kissing Hermione lightly. "I am fine. Now I know not to sit up that fast ever again," he said, laughing lightly before turning back to the twins. "Thanks for ruining my moment with Hermione you two."
"Hey, that's what brothers are for!" Fred and George said cheerfully together and then laughing. "We come in and ruin all are little brothers' moments with the girl of his dreams."