First Night at Grimmauld Place while Ron's asleep Kiss
Hermione stirred in her sleep and woke up. For a second, she could not remember where she was until the events of the last twelve hours came back to her: the wedding, her dance with Ron, their short kiss, Death Eaters, and the trio's arrival at #12 Grimmauld Place. She was sleeping on the couch, at Ron's insistence; he on the floor. She noted that their hands must have found each other in their sleep. Relieved that she was with Ron and that they were safe, she dozed off again…
She was jolted out of sleep again a little later, when she rolled right off the couch and on top of Ron. She froze, her mouth inches from his, afraid that Ron would wake up.
But instead of that, she felt Ron's strong arms entwine around her, and then he kissed her with fervor.
Under normal circumstances, Hermione would have adored this, but she did not want them waking Harry. She did not even realize that Ron was still asleep until he actually snored into her mouth. The smell of lingering spearmint toothpaste and early morning breath flooded her nostrils and mouth, and Hermione almost gagged. Ron was kissing her in his sleep, and he did not even realize it.
She pushed against his chest, trying to free herself, but Ron had her tight. The motion caused Ron to roll over, taking his secret girlfriend with him. Hermione was now flattened, trapped between a heavy Ron and the floor, her lips still molded to his.
"Rmmoooomnnnmmm! Mmmhhhmmmm! Mhhhmmm!" When calling his name and squealing or making any kind of muffled sounds didn't work, Hermione began to panic. She was starting to lose air and was right now more afraid that she might suffocate than of Ron sexually taking her against her will in his sleep. She had wanted to wait until they were married to lose her virginity, anyway. Right now, she had to get loose. She could almost see the headlines: WANTED WIZARD SUFFOCATES SECRET GIRLFRIEND WHILE SLEEP-KISSING HER.
She continued to make sounds into his mouth, hoping to jolt Ron out of his stupor, while at the same time remaining as quiet as possible so as not to wake a sleeping Harry several feet away. Unfortunately, neither boy stirred.
Meanwhile, Ron was still in whatever dreamland fantasy he was in that likely involved her. He rolled his hips against hers, and Hermione stiffened at the feel of his bulging member against her womanhood, which suddenly became very wet. If it weren't for her burning desire to get air, she would have probably given in to his kisses and maybe even broken her vow of abstinence.
Her hands found his face and she forcibly pried his lips off of hers, gasping as air charged into her lungs at last, her breasts ballooning as she inhaled deeply. Ron, amazingly still asleep, did not notice a thing and instead started kissing Hermione's neck. After a moment, the kisses slowed and with a huge snore, he continued on sleeping, perhaps having moved on to a new, less erotic dream.
Hermione carefully pushed Ron up and off of her until she could start to wriggle out from beneath him. She finally had to push him over so that he rolled on his back to get away completely. Still, he did not wake.
She lay there for a moment, panting, until she recovered enough to get up and slip back onto her couch. As her breathing became normal again, she too fell back to sleep. She would deduce the next morning that Ron did not remember his actions from the previous night at all.
