Author: mugglemama
Rating: PG-13

Hermione sat curled up on the sofa in the Burrow’s lounge, a book open in her lap and her hands limp at her sides. Her eyes were focused on the dying embers in the fireplace as she reflected on the past week.

Fred had been buried a mere thirty-six hours earlier. To keep herself from dwelling on the grieving faces of the Weasleys, Hermione began her nightly ritual of cataloguing each physical contact with Ron since Voldemort’s defeat: 24 hugs, 8 pecks on the cheek, 3 kisses on her forehead, one not-quite-chaste kiss on the lips the night before, and one large hand on her bum, but so briefly she couldn’t be certain it was intentional.

She was distracted from her thoughts as Ron threw himself down beside her, his leg sprawling comfortably against hers. He closed his eyes and laid his head back, breathing a slow sigh of relief. “I’m so glad it’s all over and done with.” As he spoke, the little finger of his hand reached out and stroked the back of hers. “′specially all that stuff, ya know, between you and me…” He turned his head, opening one eye and giving her a half smile.

Hermione jerked her hand away. “What?”

Ron bolted upright and, in his usual articulate manner, explained, “Well… uh, Hermione, you… I mean, um… you know.”

“No, Ron, I don’t know!” Hermione jumped off the sofa, fists clenched in anger. “I can’t believe you’re finishing with me before we even got properly started!”

“Finishing?” Ron sprang to his feet. “What the hell are you on about?”

Not intimidated by Ron’s towering frame, Hermione took a step forward and poked him in his chest. “You” -poke- “just said you” -poke- “were glad we” -poke- “were done!”

“Well I am glad we’re done!” Ron grabbed her wrist to prevent further bruising. “Done with all that shit we put ourselves through.”

Hermione wrenched her hand from his grasp. “What do you mean by that?

“I’m done fighting how I feel!”

“And how is that, exactly?”

Ron gripped her arms. “I’m done pretending I’m not in love with you, dammit!”

Hermione’s expression immediately softened and her mouth formed a silent “Oh.” Ron eased his hold but didn’t let go as they stared at each other in silence. Finally, Hermione spoke. “I…I don’t want to fight it anymore either.”

“So…you too?” Ron ran his hands down her arms to her hands, leaving goose pimples on her flesh.

“Yes, very much.”

“It’s over then…the ‘just friends’ thing?”

“It has been for awhile.” She squeezed his hands gently.

“But now it’s official, yea?”

“It’s official.” She smiled up at him; he was grinning from ear to ear. “Now what?”

Ron licked his lips and blushed slightly as he slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her close. “This,” he whispered against her lips.

She wouldn’t be Hermione if she didn’t take notes: one far-from-chaste kiss, and one – oh, two! – definitely intentional hands on her bottom.


Disclaimer: The characters of and situations of Harry Potter used in this story are the legal property of J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, and AOL Time Warner. We are just borrowing them. No copyright infringement is intended.

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  1. Dove says:

    Oh man I remember how much I loved this when you were writing it. Love it even more now there there is no LDWS pressure!


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