Another chapter !

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I could feel Ron struggling next to me. The Devil's Snare wrapping around him tighter and tighter. Harry reached forward and pulled at the vines tightening around his legs, and I could see the panic on both of their faces. I soon felt one creep around my neck, and I recalled reading something in a text book not only a few days ago. Devils Snare...

"Oh bloody-"

"Stop moving, both of you, this is Devil's Snare, you have to relax".

This clearly wasn't helping Ron, who only continued to struggle even more.

"If you don't it will only kill us faster!"

"Kill us faster, oh now I can relax!"

Oh Ron and his stubborn nature. If only the boy would listen to me, he's going to get himself strangled!

"Look, okay, everything's going to be fine, you just need to stop struggling, if you stop, they it might give in and -"

"I don't see it giving in any time soon Hermione!" Harry said, thick vines wrapping around his torso.

Ron said something, and his voice was muffled. I looked over, and a vine was slowly wrapping its way around Ron's head. My heart beat rapidly as I tried to think of a way out of this. Oh no! Come on, okay, Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare, its deadly fun...

What was the rest of that stupid spell!

I felt something touching my fingers. I jumped thinking I was being tied down more and more, but it was a hand. Ron's hand, grasping mine...

Oh...

"Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare, it's deadly fun...but will sulk in the sun, that's it ! Devil Snare hate's sunlight!"

But I didn't have my wand! I thought as hard as I could, as strong as I could, focusing all of my energy on that wand in my pocket, and my determination to get us out of here. Ron's hand went limp in mine, and my heart dropped. I screwed up my eyes, concentrating.

Lumos Solem

Lumos Solem

Lumos Solem

Suddenly, a beam of light came from my side, from my wand in my pocket, and the Devil's Snare started untwisting, unravelling, and then we were falling, deeper, darker and landing on hard floor. I heard the boys drop beside me, and Ron sat up, blinking, and regaining consciousness.

"That could have gone a lot worse" he grinned, looking up at me.

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I knocked on his door. Maybe he was still asleep ? Oh no, this was such a terrible idea! What would anyone think me sneaking up to his room this time of night! I know we kissed, and I know were going to Australia in a few days, and anything could happen but I just needed him. I craved him, he was my addiction, my obsession, my Ron.

"Come in"

I suddenly thought about how inappropriately dressed I was, bottoms and a vest top. Not too indecent, but not decent enough to walk around someone's house in. I cracked the door open, and saw him lying there, the moon shining down on his bed, the Chudley Cannons poster's all watching me as a closed the door.

"Hi" I said, unsure of what to say next. Well I very well wasn't going to sit in Ginny's room. I could tell by the look on her face that Harry was coming to her after his shower, and I'd rather not wake up to that sight in the morning, nor hear Mrs Weasley's wrath if she ever caught them.

"Alright?"

"Yes, just wandering if you were still up, I can't sleep"

"Well come on then" he smiled scooting over the bed, making room for me. There didnt seem to be a lot of it, not that I minded. I blushed, glad the room was dark. I perched on the end of the bed, scared to get too close. Would I be invading his space?

"It's been a week, since ..." I said, and I knew I didn't need to explain. It had been a week since Fred was killed, a week since Voldemort had perished, a week since out first kiss. His face became grave and the corner of his mouth settled into a very weak smile. I could only imagine what he must be feeling, thinking, and then I felt guilty for what was on my mind.

We'd had four kisses in total. The first, by me, in the heat of the battle the second, by Ron, when we arrived back at the Burrow, and I'm quite proud to say, in front of Ginny and George. Mind, it was only a peck, but I admire his courage. The third by Ron once again, leaving me outside Ginny's room before bed a few nights ago, and then the fourth, last night by me. I was pretty nervous. The last time I had leant in like that, people were dying all around us. But no, it was last nigh, we were sitting at the kitchen table before bed, drinkin our tea and helping ourselves to the biscuit tin, and he had crumbs on his face. I leant across to wipe them off, and ended up leaning in for a kiss straight after. I don't know where my bravery came from, but Ron dropped his custard cream on the floor, so if must have been good. But I can honestly say that each one was just as magical as the last. I felt guilt creep up on me as I felt a small smile tugging at my lips, as I knew Ron surely must be thinking of his cold brother in the ground not 10 feet from where we were. The thought made me shiver.

"Are you okay?" I ask him. He nods, and motions for me to lie down. I do, with a thumping heart. It's a miracle if he can't feel it, or even hear it. But then I feel the most wonderful thing against my palm.

His heart, like mine, thumping like our bodies were running a race. And it was glorious.

"Hermione?"

"Yes"

"I'm glad your here"

"I'm glad I'm here too", and niether of us meant in his bed.

She could feel Ron's smile.

"So how are you coping?" I asked "Feeling a bit stronger?"

"Now that you're here" he whispered in my ear.

I turned my head to look up at him, and we shared a smile. I leant forward and we shared a brief kiss. One filled with promise, but something more. Passion, one of those right here right now in the moment sparks, that once they've been lit, you can't stop. I felt out lips mingling together as one, our tongues dancing, our hands roaming, like wild animals. I let my hands touch him, to feel, to let go. But I knew when it all became too much.

We pulled away from each other for a moment, our cheeks a violent red, sweat lining our bodies, breathing, so hard and so fast. Our forheads were pressed together, and my arms were tight around his neck, our legs tangled and our abdomens touching. Every breath he took, I could feel. I loosened them and pulled away, smiling shyly and planting one last kiss on his nose. I breathed out, feeling completley at ease and content. It was all sweet and romantic until:

"I cant work out if your bloody brilliant in bed or I just give really good directions" he muttered.

Which earnt him a very nice slap on the arm.

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Thanks for reading. I wanted to do something from the start of the series, and something from the end, so here you go. Obviosly I changed the end of the first part, to get in the Romione moment, this is AU/ missing moment/ alternate endings of course, I'm definatley not J.k. Rowling Disclaimer

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