The first thing I noticed when I woke up, was that it was still pitch black outside. The second thing I noticed was that Hermione still hadn't moved from her earlier position of being under my arm. I groaned. She really had no idea how much I loved her. Hermione moved in her sleep and as she did so her tank top rose a little to uncover a small piece of her tan stomach. I gulped. I could feel her skin under my arm and I was starting to freak out a bit. Actually, no. I was starting to freak out A LOT! What if she woke up? She would probably think I did that on purpose. Would she? Or would she not care? At that moment Hermione decided to open her eyes and look at me. As I stared at her I saw her realize our position and her face turned red.
"It's still night time 'mione. You should go back to sleep."I told her.
"I'm not tired."
I saw her look down at my chest, and I was suddenly thankful for all the times that Fred and George had forced me to help them practice quiditch. I pulled Hermione close to me and she leaned into my chest. As she did so, her shirt rose a little higher, but this time I started running my hands over her bare hip. Then, Hermione did the most un-Hermione-ish thing; she giggled. And it wasn't like Lavender's annoying little squeal. It was actually…cute. I took that as a sign of approval so I pushed her tank top still a little higher. Hermione began to run her hands up and down my chest and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She gently pushed me down so that I was laying on my back, then she laid down next to me with her head on my chest, and her leg over my waist. My heart did a back flip and I looked down at the girl lying on top of me. I slipped my right arm underneath her and brought her as close to me as I could. She responded my hugging me tightly and then she began running her hand over my chest again. I pulled her tank top up so her back was exposed and ran my hands up and down her back. Then I started to play with the hem of her shorts. As I did that, Hermione's leg tightened around my waist. I put my left arm on her leg and started running my hand up and down it, giving her goosebumps.
"Hermione?"
She lifted her head off my chest and looked at me.
"Yes Ron?"
"You know that..that I care about you right? And that..i'll always be here for you? No matter what."
Hermione smiled at me.
"Yes I know. And I care about you too. A lot."
I smiled at her and she bent down and kissed my cheek, letting her lips linger for a moment before putting her head back onto my chest.
And that's when I knew that everything was going to be okay. I didn't care that in just a couple of days we were going to have to pick up Harry and prepare for our biggest adventure yet. I didn't care that we were about to embark on a journey we weren't even close to being prepared for. I didn't care that I would have to spend who knows how long on the run trying to find clues to defeat you-know-who. Because I knew that in the end everything would be okay. I knew Hermione and I would make it out of this mess. Together. Why? Because we were simply Ron and Hermione.
THE END
***Heey guys so I know some of you were expecting a big finish with a kiss and confession of feelings but I really wanted to stay true to the books and write something that could have fit into the storyline without any major changes. Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it! Reviews are always appreciated! :D 3