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Chapter 2

Hermione's sceam was blood curling. Ron and Hermione had been asleep for only a few hours. She was shaking all over, screaming, sobbing. Ron's eyes snapped open as he began trying to soothe her.

"Hermione...Hermione, love, everything's okay. Love, I'm right here. That foul woman can't get you here. Shh...Shh.." Ron was holding her in his lap, and brushing the hair out of her face. She was covered in chillbumps, and he was trying to make her warmer by rubbing her arms.

No one came in his room to see what was the matter. They all knew why Hermione was screaming, and they also knew that Ron was the best person to help calm her. She had felt very embarrased about it ever since Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, George, Ginny, and Harry had all burst in her room to see what was the matter the first night it happened.

Hermione had calmed down but was still shaking slightly. She looked up at Ron and burst into tears again, clinging at his chest. Ron lay her back down with him and whispered soothing things to her until she fell asleep, cradled in his arms.

The sun shone into Ron's bedroom at the Burrow right onto Hermione's face. This, consequently, woke her up. She yawned and looked up at Ron's sleeping face. His face was relaxed, with a smile playing at his lips. Hermione grinned at him. He was so adorable.

She still could not believe she was actually, finally, with him. All those years of fights, arguments, laughter, and longing, and now she was with him, in his arms. She couldn't stop smiling, gazing into his sleeping face. Even with all the tragedy and mourning around her, it was like when she and Ron were together, they were in their own little world.

Hermione reached her hand up to brush some of Ron's red hair out of his face. He blinked his eyes open, and smiled down at her.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, tightening his hold on her.

Hermione blushed. "Good morning," she mumbled with a smile on her face.

He leaned down and kissed her softly, before getting up to get dressed.

"I take it you smelled breakfast?" Hermione giggled.

"I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about!" Ron said.

"Right. Well, I'll be down there soon," Hermione said, still smiling, as she got out of the bed and stretched. "I'm just going to take a quick shower."

As she walked towards the door, Ron swept her up in his arms once again from behind her, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Ron," she giggled. "What are you doing?"

"I can't just let you walk out like that without doing this first," he said. And he spun her around and kissed her slowly.

They both looked dazed as they broke apart.

"Ron, I haven't even brushed my teeth yet! And neither have you," Hermione laughed.

Ron laughed. "And your point is...?"

Hermione laughed as she kissed his cheek and left his room with a skip in her step.

She hoped they could continue all this lovey-dovey behavior for at least a while. With all the grief that surrounded them, it was hard to even imagine getting upset with anyone, but it was almost as if they were both waiting for something to break out between them. She and Ron, being who they were, were known for fighting every other day, but had kept it together the past two weeks. Hermione hadn't even realized that they hadn't had a single row for two weeks, until just then, and she felt quite good about it.

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