Campfire outside tent Kiss
The Trio was now in the wilderness, trying to destroy Slytherin's locket and search for new Horcruxes.
One night, Hermione was keeping watch at the campfire outside their tent when Ron stepped outside to join her.
"Harry's cooking dinner," he reported. In the firelight, his wounds from where he had gotten Splinched seemed to be healing nicely.
"Wonderful," she replied with no emotion.
"What's bothering you?" Ron asked immediately.
"Noth-"
"Hermione, please don't lie to me. How can we have what we have if we can't be honest with each other?"
Hermione sighed. "Seeing those Muggle-borns abused at the Ministry – it frightened me. I could be hurt just as much as them because of who I am. Could all wizards want that for Muggles like me? And what would my status do to those I love?"
Ron sat down next to her. "Hermione. I would never, ever, ever hurt you."
"And I would never hurt you. So, let's stop this relationship and protect each other from harm before….we….kiss….and….." With each elongated word, her voice became softer, her face closer to Ron's – and her rationale for breaking it off with him crumbled. Their lips met in a tender kiss that quickly became searing. Ron wrapped Hermione up into his arms in a tight embrace. Hermione's one hand curled against his chest, the other stroking his hair. She sighed into his mouth, as their love blazed as hot as the fire that now captured their kiss in its light.
At long last, Ron drew away. Hermione's eyes were fluttered close, her lips still puckered. She was still breathing deeply and seemed not to be aware that the kiss had ended. The moment was then further pierced by Harry's voice from inside.
"Dinnertime!"
"We'll be right in," Ron called back and he moved into the tent. Hermione stayed there a moment more before following.
