A/N: This is short, and hasn't been beta-ed, but I really wanted to get this up for you guys, you've been so patient!!! Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed. :-) What did you guys think about the movie?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor any of the brilliant characters from JKR's universe. Dang.

Hermione moaned as Ron enticed her tongue into his mouth. She was feverish, her body completely melting; her knees were beginning to weaken. She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer and trying to hold herself up. His arms tightened around her, one sliding dangerously low to her arse. He nibbled at her bottom lip, soothing the tiny bites with his tongue. She whimpered as each kiss became more and more essential. There was nothing in this world but Ron's kisses, nothing beyond their passionate embrace. They were each other's entire world.

It had been like this for several weeks. Each time, it got harder and harder to pull away. Self control was hanging by a thread.

This night, they had rendezvoused in the Burrow's kitchen, which had, inexplicably, become their sanctuary. Harry and Ginny, their respective roommates, had an idea of what was going on between Ron and Hermione, but hadn't broached the topic. They themselves were probably having secret meetings of their own. Neither couple thought it was appropriate to showcase their newfound happiness with the rest of the family, though Ron and Hermione were becoming less cautious after being caught by George. By some miracle, he had kept his mouth shut about them around the Weasley's, only bringing up the most barest of hints at the table.

Ron began placing kisses up and down the column of Hermione's neck. "Oh, Ron," she whispered shakily. Her entire body was aching with need. He backed her into the counter, and she felt his hardness brush against her stomach. She gasped. Usually when they snogged, he kept his hips well away from hers, and now she knew why. The ache in the pit of her stomach grew, and it shook her literally to her core.

"Ron," she whimpered. "I-" He cut her off with another breathtaking kiss, rendering her speechless when he pulled away again. His eyes were nearly black with desire, small rims of dark blue still showing. His mouth was red and swollen from their infinite kisses, his red hair rumpled from her hands. His cheeks and ears were on fire, and he was panting.

He was the epitome of sex. It thrilled and terrified her. Was she ready? Certain parts of her body screamed "Yes!" She felt like she was going to explode from the pressure and pleasure coursing through her body. She wanted to throw caution to the wind, to throw all reason away and simply take what she wanted. What she needed. Ron.

"Ron, I think we should stop now," Hermione whispered, hating herself for it. "This feels too good." She blushed, something she wasn't accustomed to.

"I know we should," he whispered back. "It's just so hard to stop. I love you, I want to be with you… Bloody hell, Hermione, this is torture." He leaned his forehead against hers.

"I know. Believe me, I want this. I just don't think we're ready."

"Yeah."

They both fought to keep their hormones in check. Ron kissed her once, chastely, and pulled away. Hermione moaned at the loss of contact. It was so cold without Ron.

He held his hand out to her, and she took it. He guided her up the stairs, and all she could do was wish he were taking her to his bed. Not yet, she told herself. They had a lot of growing to do. It wouldn't be right to rush into intimacy before they were ready. When they finally took that final step, she knew it would be forever, and it had to be perfect, it had to be right.

They reached Ginny's bedroom, where Hermione slept. Ron gathered her back into his arms, and pulled her in for another sweet, lingering kiss. They both felt the ache intensify, and pulled away reluctantly. A million tiny kisses later, and Ron was pulling away again.

"G'night, 'Mione," he said, walking towards his and Harry's room. Hermione couldn't help but notice the front of his pajamas were tented, and she had to restrain herself from running back to him, to doing things with him she didn't even know how to do yet. As it was, she whimpered, and Ron's ears went from red to nearly purple with embarrassment.

"Good night, Ron," Hermione said huskily. She closed to door behind her, still shaky and filled with want and need. She swore silently to herself, and cast a quick silencing charm from Ginny's ears. She had something to attend to that she didn't want her female best friend overhearing.