Morning after

Hermione woke up after a good night of sleep, she hadn't slept that well since before their adventure to the Ministry of Magic back in their 5th year.

The feeling of arms around her waist was weird, she couldn't remember much about last night, and was a bit worried. Who was in her bed together with her? She heard a soft snore, making her stomach twist.

What had made Ron go to bed with her? They hadn't been that drunk had they? They hadn't... done the nasty?

"Ron," she whispered, trying to wake him. She spoke to him three more times, every time a little louder.

"Mmmh, Mione" he said with a sleepy voice, adjusted his arm to press her even more against him, making her almost loose her breath. "Wake up Ronald."

It was first when she spoke his whole name he actually opened his eyes.

He looked up at her and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"What a lovely way to wake up," he told her, running a hand through her hair.

She was embarrassed, why couldn't she remember last night? It made her uncomfortable, how was she supposed to act. Did they get together, or was it a friendly act from him? She had so many questions in her head. And the headache she had wasn't really helping.

She untangled herself from Ron's arms and looked for her clothes. They were lying on the other side of his room, in a pile that told her she had taken them of herself. That made her a bit relieved, not much though.

She got out from his bed and walked over to them, only to find that she was wearing Ron's Chudley Canon's shirt. She blushed at the thought, she had seen him with it so many times, often wondering how he looked without it.

"You're getting dressed already, I was hoping for some cuddling," he said, giving her that lopsided grin she couldn't resist.

"Well, I have this really bad headache and I was thinking about doing a spell to reverse the effects of the alcohol. You want one too?" she bent down and picked up her wand who had fallen out of her sleeve when she took the sweater of.

"I quite enjoy this vision, y'know, and that spell does sound great." He sat up and leaned against the headboard.

She walked back to the bed and pointed her wand at him, performing a nonverbal spell. First on Ron and then on herself, she felt much better afterwards.

She put her wand down on his nightstand and sat back down in his bed. He pulled the covers over her again, put an arm around her waist and she snuggled closer to him. Liking the way he made her feel so safe right then.

"Um, so... about last night..." he looked at her.

"Yeah, about that Ron..." He was afraid she would tell him she was only drunk and she only wanted to be friends. "I might have had a bit too much to drink, and I don't really remember much. So, if you could tell me..." she trailed of, not really pleased to have to confess it to him.

"Um, do you remember we played Truth or Dare?" he asked, not sure where this was going to take them.

"I remember a bit, oh Merlin! I licked something of your neck," she blushed and tried to hide her face against his shoulder.

"Love, that must have been the most innocent thing we did last night," he made her look at him again. "We kind of kissed, a lot and you kind of..." he trailed of, his ears turned red at the thought of it. "You kind of gave me a lap dance," he added.

"What! Why didn't you stop me?" she asked him, a bit angry that he would make her do that.

"Well, I was kind of drunk too, bloody hell 'Mione, why would I stop it?" He looked down at her with an expression that suggested he was somewhere between embarrassed and annoyed she asked him about it. "And it wasn't me who dared you to do it anyway, it was Ginny," he added, kind of hoping it would make her less mad at him.

"Oh, Ron, I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have taken so many glasses of Firewhisky anyways." She gave him a light peek on the cheek, "how did I end up here?"

"I kind of asked you to... coz I can't sleep without knowing you're safe. 'Mione, you mean a lot to me." His ears turned red yet again. "I... I rea... I really love you Hermione." He looked into her eyes, her brown chocolate eyes, which were now beginning to get teary.

"Shh, don't cry, I know you probably don't like me, but I just needed to tell you." He wiped away the tears that came running down her face.

"You stupid git, it's tears of joy," she told him in between some sniffles. She hugged him close, and whispered into his ear "I love you to."

Their lips meet in a sweet kiss, which turned passionate after only a short while. When they came up for air Ron muttered "Shit!" before getting out of her grip and picked up his pants from the day before, leaving a puzzled Hermione in the bed all by herself. "What is it?" she asked, concerned.

"We need to clean up before mom and dad get's home," he told her quickly in his hunt for some fresh clothes.

"Relax, they don't get home before three," she wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted, they had just confessed their love for each other.

"It's noon love, we only have three hours," he had by now changed into the fresh clothes he had pulled out from his dresser.

Hermione suddenly got up, it was already noon?

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"So, 'Mione, there's something I need to ask you," Ron told her as they sat on the pier that was by the pond, not far away from the Burrow. It was getting late and Harry and Ginny had headed back inside, leaving Hermione and Ron alone there.

Mr and Mrs Weasley had gotten home around three that day, the house looking just like it had when they left. They were pleased with the kids and were thinking about letting them stay home alone the next time too.

"What?" Hermione wondered what it could be, they had done lot's of talking that morning, what did he, the one who actually remembered the night before, need to know?

"Hermione, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked her, hopeful.

"Did you seriously need to ask me that? How many time haven't we stopped what we were doing to kiss today?"

"Um... I didn't really count," he said, the tip of his ears turned pink.

"Yes Ron, I'll be your girlfriend,"

Ron caught her lips and they shared an intense moment, the two of them kissing with passion, and when Ron ran his tongue along her bottom lip, she opened her mouth and let their tongues meet.

Suddenly Ron let go and let himself into the water, dragging her with her after her foot.

Hermione just hit him playfully on the shoulder as he lifted her up, making her head be above his and she bent down to kiss him.

"So, when do I get lucky?" he asked her with a mocking voice.

"I think you just did."

A/N: Okay, so that was the end of this story... It was actually intended to just be a one-shot, but I think I kind of liked this ending better... Tell me what you think, I love people who leave reviews, they're weary much appreciated :)