Hey! Sorry, I messed this chapter up because I was in a rush so there are a few mistakes, but I'm rereading it, and trying to fix all the mistakes, I will be done soon!

Chapter 4. Firsts.

By the time dinner came, I was hungry, tired and confused about the day. I had spent the day crying and in the water, swimming and thinking, and now I had to go inside to eat. However, Ron hadn't come outside to talk to me like I thought he would, like I wanted him to. So I used a drying spell on all my clothing and headed back inside. I found Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen cooking, Bill had gone back to Shell Cottage to be with Fleur, Charlie had gone back to working with dragons in Romania, and Percy and Mr. Weasley had been called into work. George was in his room with the door shut, as were Harry and Ron, although I could hear them talking. I went into the room I shared with Ginny and flopped down on the bed, looking over at Ginny who had an eyebrow raised at me.

"What?" I asked, sighing to myself.

"Oh, nothing, you've just been gone all day, with nothing to eat and then you come back in, puffy eyes and tear marks down your cheeks. I'm not wondering what the bloody hell is going on or anything…" asked Ginny.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I am super happy one moment, next I want to cry and the moment after that I want to rip Ron's head off. This isn't normal!"

"don't you remember what the mediwizards said? PTSD will cause you to feel differently. You're going to have mood swings and reoccurring dreams."

"Oh. I had forgotten about that. Right. So it's the disorder. Not me. Good. It'll end soon then. Sweet Merlin, I just want it to be over. I want everything to be normal! The war finally ends and now I have this to worry about! It isn't fair! I didn't ask for this to happen! I was a lonely girl on the train to Hogwarts when I was eleven, just looking for friends. Now, almost eight years later, I still can't catch a break! I don't even know how Ron feels about me! He never wants to spend time with me, he didn't even come to comfort me at the river today, and I really thought he was! I wanted him to run after me, and yet he didn't! what does that tell you about me? Obviously something is wrong with me if he doesn't want to spend anytime with me. Maybe I should just rent my own flat and give us some time apart, then maybe he'll realize what he is missing. Or maybe that will drive him away. Ginny! Don't you have any words of advice! I need you right now!" I ranted with my head in my hands.

I looked at Ginny and she was smirking at me.

"What's that look for?"

"Are you actually serious? Did you just hear yourself? 'He doesn't want me, he didn't come to me at the river!' Do you know WHY he didn't come to you? Mum wouldn't let him! She said you needed time to think things through, and relax. He sat by the window, watching to see if you were coming home. And, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but around lunch, he walked out and saw you in the river. He sat by the tree and you walked over to him, using a drying spell and sitting down a foot away from him. He was with you all day, you just didn't know it."

"How couldn't I see him!"

"Hermione. We're witches and wizards. Disillusionment charm?"

"Oh. Right. Well where is he now?"

"I heard him go up the stairs and into his room while you were venting."

"Is Harry there? I want to talk to Ron alone."

"No, Harry is downstairs"

"Thanks Gin."

"No thanks necessary."

I went upstairs and knocked on his door. No one answered, so I knocked again. Still, no answer. So I opened the door to see Ron, laying in bed, having a nice nap before dinner. I watched him sleep, he snored softly, and my heart melted. This boy had spent all day watching me, to make sure I was okay. Deciding I didn't want to leave, I climbed into bed with him and lay down gently next to him. Immediately he tensed, and I was about to get out, when in his sleep he put an arm around me and pulled me close. He buried his face in my hair, and I heard the only thing I wanted to.

"'Mione." He breathed my name.

I looked at him but he was still asleep. I turned over so I was facing him and lay my head against his chest; I fell asleep to his heartbeat.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!"

Startled, I shot out of bed at the same time as Ron.

"Wha-What's going on Mum?" he asked Mrs. Weasley, rubbing his eyes.

"YOU REALLY HAVE GUTS, YOUNG MAN. YOU ARE GONE ALL DAY, THEN YOU DON'T SHOW UP TO DINNER, SO I COME UP HERE TO SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, AND YOU HAVE HERMIONE IN YOUR BED!"

"Mrs. Weasley, please don't get mad at Ron." I asked, nervous.

"OH AND WHY SHOULDN'T I?" She asked with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Well, you see. Ron didn't know I was going to climb into bed with him, he was already asleep. I was just lonely, and so I came to talk to him, but he was asleep. So I got in and meant to stay awake till he was, but I fell asleep. I really didn't mean for us to miss dinner, we must have overslept."

Ron looked at me with wide eyes, and then to his mother, wondering what she was going to do.

"Oh. Well all right then. I'll send Ginny up with some food." She said as she turned around and walked away.

Ron looked at me, with eyes as wide as saucers, and I couldn't help but look away. I felt his hand under my chin, and I let him turn my head to look at him. His eyes were full of desire, and he pulled me up to his mouth. He kissed me gently first, as this was only the third time we had ever kissed, but as soon I responded, I felt him push me back on the bed, his hands on my waist, while his mouth moved against mine. I broke away after a minute or two, to get some air, and he continued to kiss my jaw line. He moved to my ear and whispered very softly into my ear,

"I have never seen anyone else change my mothers mind so quickly. You're amazing, you are."

I blushed as his mouth continued across my jaw, eventually finding my mouth again.

Just as I was beginning to lose myself, someone came bursting in and I heard them chuckle. Ron shot off of me to the other side of the bed, his face bright red.

I turned and looked at the intruder, expecting it to be Ginny, when I was surprised to see George standing in front of me.

"Mum sent me up because Ginny and Harry were having an intense discussion in the living room. She decided that she wanted you two to eat downstairs instead of up here. Now I understand why." He said while smirking, and at the last second, he winked at me.

"We're coming, thank you George." I said quietly, never breaking eye contact.

"All right, 'Mione." He said, winking at me again. As he turned to leave he called over his shoulder,

"Finally, Ron."

I turned to look at Ron, his head down, face completely red. I crawled across the bed to him, and sat in front of him on my knees.

"Ron?"

He looked up at me, with sad eyes.

"Ron, what's wrong?"

He mumbled something incoherent.

"What was that?"

"He interrupted us, then he used my nickname for you. MY nickname."

"He was just bugging you."

"I know. And it worked."

"Here, will this make up for it?" I said, smiling to myself as I leaned in and gave him a slow kiss on the mouth, and he responded quickly.

I pulled away, and I heard him groan.

"Come on. You're mother is expecting us."

I pulled him off the bed and downstairs, George, Ginny and Harry, who all had huge smiles on their faces as they looked at us, were clearly happy and Harry and Ginny obviously informed by George.

I mouthed a sarcastic "thanks," to George, and he winked at me.

The rest of the evening went without incident, although Ron barely left my side.

Before bed, I pulled Ron away and we went to sit outside.

"Thank you Ron. You don't know how much you have helped me since I came home from St. Mungo's."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, 'Mione…" He looked up at me with happy eyes, although they were filled with tears. I waited for him to continue.

"I love you."

I had waited so long to hear those words, and I couldn't be happier, now that he finally said it.

"I love you too, Ron."