Author's Note:
So we had class time in Physics to prepare our cheat sheets for the midterm, so what did I do? I wrote this piece on Ron's thoughts during and after the kiss scene in Deathly Hallows(which I love so much more in the books than the movies). Its pretty short, and its really only thought processes. All of the dialogue here is straight out of The Deathly Hallows, which as we all know was written by JK Rowling and not me.
I am running out of adjectives to describe how awesome Niftygirl is for reading through all of my stuff, suffice it to say that she is indeed amazing.
I know that I promised that the next chapter would be more baby stuff, but it's fighting me, it'll be along soon though:)
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Now or Never

"I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want any more Dobbies do we? We can't order them to die for us."

It was a surprisingly long moment before he knew what was happening. Hermione had dropped the Basilisk fangs in her arms; they went clanging to the floor as she suddenly threw her arms around him. She was kissing him, and before his mind had even bothered to make sense of it, he was kissing her back; faster, stronger, more passionate than he had ever kissed anyone. He wrapped his arms around her, and her feet left the ground. The world melted away around him, and everything was perfect.

He vaguely made out Harry's voice over the pounding of his heart. It didn't matter what Harry had said. He gripped Hermione closer, willing his mind to forget how imperfect the moment really was. It didn't matter that there was a war going on, it didn't matter that they needed to find a Horcrux, it didn't matter that Harry was standing there watching.

"OI! There's a war going on here!" Reluctantly, they broke apart.

"I know, mate, so it's now or never, isn't it?" Ron said.

"Never mind that," shouted Harry, sounding exasperated. "What about the Horcrux? D'you think you could just-hold it in until we've got the diadem?"

Harry was right. Now was not the moment. Besides, he had already achieved the greatest thing he had ever hoped for. You ought to be happy now, he told himself. You ought to be ready now. It was true, he had ought to be able to go now and die with no regrets. After all, a kiss from Hermione was the single greatest thing he could have hoped to actually accomplish (though he could always dream further…). He should be satisfied now that at least he had spoken all of the thing he could never seem to say with that kiss.

He was 90% certain he would die tonight. It wasn't that that was what he wanted, and it wasn't as if he were resigned to it. It was purely logic. All this insanity, around him, all the times he had avoided death before; it made sense, and shouldn't he be alright with that?

18 years wasn't' that long in the scope of things, but hadn't he lived enough, and done enough in those 18 years to compensate? He supposed he should think so. But the truth was; he wasn't ready to die. He wanted so much then more than one hurried kiss so that she could taste something other than death and dust in the air, feel something other than pure adrenaline.

He wanted a lifetime of kisses, he wanted to wake up beside her forever, he most of all he wanted to tell her how he felt- not just with actions, but with words, real words. The poetic, eloquent kind his tongue had always tripped over.

Well you know the solution then don't you? He thought to himself as they moved into the hallway. Just find a way to live. Somehow, as the door to the Room of Requirement reappeared before him, living through this bloody war had never seemed so doable. If Hermione was waiting for him on the other side than come Hell or high water, he'd make damn sure he was alive to meet her.