Deathly Hallows: The Make Up Kiss

He had left them that stormy night. He had walked out of the tent fuming, the locket ruling his emotions like a puppeteer ruled over his marionette.

She had chased after him calling his name, begging for him not to leave them. Not to leave her.

He wanted her to come with him. He thought that she would. He figured that she cared enough about him to come with him. He would have done the same if it was the other way around. But she had refused, and his anger caused him to leave.

For weeks he was gone. Hermione would cry herself to sleep almost every night, while Harry would secretly wish for his best friend's return.

Then suddenly, he was there. Harry had woken Hermione up and she had popped out of the tent to see Ron's face.

She wanted to hug, kiss, and kill him all at the same time. She had listened to his story about him being kidnapped and how he escaped to Shell Cottage and how the deluminator had led him back to them. To her.

And while inside she felt like it was the single most romantic most sweetest story she had ever heard in her entire life, she was still angry with him.

She hadn't talked to him unless absolutely necessary. She didn't even look his way if she could help it. It was too much. She wasn't ready to forgive him.

Ron felt horrible about what was going on, but he knew he deserved it. He had abandoned his best friends. While they were out there almost getting killed, he was regaining his strength back at his brother's home.

He felt ashamed, but at the same time, he felt absolutely wonderful to be back amongst them, no matter how much Hermione refused to speak to him.

They had just set up camp again after that horrible visit with Xenophilius Lovegood, the man almost handing them over to the Death Eaters thinking that they would give Luna back to him.

The Erumpent horn had blown up and destroyed the Lovegood home with the trio barely escaping. Who knew what would have happened had they stuck around. They all could have died or been captured.

Ron had finally had enough of being iced out. He asked Harry if he wouldn't mind taking his watch for the night. He and Hermione were going to sit and talk this out, whether she liked it or not.

Hermione was sitting on her camp bed reading The Beedle and the Bard once again, trying to piece together the Deathly Hallows story, and if it was of any significance to the hunt. Ron came into her little makeshift room, zipping up the privacy curtain she had put up as a door.

Hermione glanced up at Ron and then back down at her book, pretending to read. She had a feeling that him and her were about to do a great deal of shouting.

Ron stood and glared at Hermione, who continued to pretend he wasn't there.

"Really Mione? You are going to act as if I'm not standing here?" asked Ron annoyed.

Hermione continued to pretend to be engrossed in her book. Ron promptly snatched the book out of her hand and threw it onto the floor.

"Ron!" snapped Hermione.

"Don't 'Ron' me Hermione! I'm tired of you not talking to me! We are going to get to the bottom of this!"

"I'd rather not." said Hermione glaring at him. "You may not want to hear what I have to say."

"On the contrary, I would love to hear what you want to yell at me about. So go on, get to it." said Ron, purposely antagonizing her. As much as he didn't like doing it, he knew that it was the only way he would get anything out of her.

Hermione tried to keep calm, but she felt her blood starting to boil. "I assure you Ronald, you don't."

"Don't call me Ronald." said Ron.

"Excuse me?" questioned Hermione

"Well, since you won't bloody talk to me, you lose your privilege to call me by my whole first name." said Ron, crossing his arms.

"You're being absolutely ridiculous." said Hermione, placing her hands on her hips.

"And you're being a stubborn git." said Ron knowing that he had her as soon and she gave him that look.

Hermione lost it. "Oh I'm the stubborn git? You are the one who wouldn't listen to me and was so intent on leaving us Ron!"

"I already told you I wanted to come back as soon as I left!" shouted Ron.

"Wanting and doing it are two different things Ronald!" Hermione shouted back.

"Don't call me Ronald! And it's kind of hard to apparate back when you're surrounded by snatchers, Mione. Maybe you should bloody try it sometime!"

"If I can't call you Ronald, you can't call me Mione!"

"Oh that's rich! I tried and tried and tried to find you, I saw the scarf! I bloody looked everywhere! Wasn't that enough?!"

"NO IT WASN'T! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT IN THE FIRST PLACE! YOU ABANDONED ME AND YOUR BEST FRIEND BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID LOCKET! I CHASED AFTER YOU! I BEGGED YOU TO STAY! AND YOU KEPT GOING! YOU LEFT ME!" cried out Hermione, tears streaming down her face.

Ron's demeanor swiftly softened. "Come here." he said, pulling Hermione into a hug, holding her as tight as he could without hurting her, as she cried in his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have left. I should have been stronger. I should have bared with it. I'll never ever do something stupid like that ever again, do you hear me? Please Mione..." he said, tears falling from his eyes into Hermione's hair.

Hermione looked up at Ron"s now tear covered face. "Don't ever leave me again." she said as she jumped up on him and crashed her lips into his.

Ron caught her legs and held on as Hermione aggressively attacked Ron's lips. Ron kissed back with just as much force and feeling. The anger, hurt, and lust transferred from her lips to his. He laid her on the camp bed, climbing over top of her, lips never leaving hers.

Hermione' instincts kicked in as she ran her hands up Ron's shirt and felt up his back. Ron moaned softly at her touch. He broke away and pulled off his shirt, exposing his fragile looking, but still somewhat built body. He moved his lips from hers to her neck, nibbling and kissing on her as if she was a chocolate frog.

Hermione moaned as Ron ran his hands up her shirt, his touch warm and gentle. Though she wanted to take her shirt off badly, she suddenly felt nervous. These past months hadn't been easy, and she had lost a lot of weight. She felt as if she was nothing but skin and bones.

As if he could read her mind, Ron whispered in her ear. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but I guarantee you I'll still think you're beautiful."

Hermione smiled as she sat up and took off her shirt. Ron had seen Hermione in a bikini last summer at the Burrow, so he could tell that she had indeed gotten much smaller. But he didn't care. He wouldn't have cared if she was as tiny as a stick or as large as a whale, just as long as she was Hermione.

"See? Still beautiful. And you was worried." he said as he kissed on her collarbone and down to her chest. His hands massaged her stomach gently, feeling the long scar she had gotten at the Department of Mysteries.

He gently kissed her scar, his kisses feeling warm against her damaged skin as he made her feel better.

"You have too many clothes on." whispered Hermione.

Ron looked up quickly, surprised that Hermione would say something like that. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Hermione nodded and as he got up and took off his jeans, he removed hers as well. They then crawled back into the camp bed.

Ron felt as if he was going to lose control of himself. He kissed her hard as he ran his hand up her thigh, excited to be able to feel this unexplored skin.

When he had gotten to her knickers, Hermione bit onto Ron's lip, the pain and pleasure of it causing him to grip at her knickers.

"Don't do that, Hermione." growled Ron.

"Why?"

"Because i won't be able to stop myself from going farther."

"What if I want you to?" she whispered softly and seductively.

Ron's eyes grew big as something else grew harder and harder. "Damn Hermione are you sure?" he asked, eyes staring intently into hers.

Hermione smiled. "I'm positive. Have been for a long time. I was just...too mad to want to do anything with you."

"Merlin woman, you're driving me mental!" said Ron as he went back to attacking her neck, hand slowly slipping into her knickers.

He could feel her softness and his finger was so eager to touch. As he was about stick his finger inside of her...

"Ron? Hermione? Come quick!" yelled Harry from outside.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other in shock. Hermione tried hard not to giggle.

"Fuck." whispered Ron, feeling very much defeated. Harry had the worse timing known to man.

"IS IT IMPORTANT?" he yelled.

"Uhhhhhh YES!" yelled Harry back.

Hermione couldn't hold her laugh back any longer. She busted out laughing as she laid under an extremely frustrated Ron.

"ANYTIME NOW!" yelled Harry once again.

"Come on love, he sounds serious." said Hermione, giggling as she pushed Ron off of her and started putting back on her clothes.

Ron grumbled and muttered things like 'bloody wanker' and 'cockblock' as he got dressed. When they finished putting on their clothes, Ron grabbed Hermione and gave her a strong but quick kiss.

"When we are done with this git, we are going to finish this woman!" said Ron.

"You're right about that. And I forgive you." said Hermione smiling.