A/N: Hehe... Epilogue.

Do NOT read if you despise things that are absolutely 150% romantic fluff-n-stuff.

This stuff is so sweet you will be getting a TOOTH-ACHE.

READ ONLY AT YOUR OWN RISK. XD

Rated: PG-13 (in case you're curious)

This chapter is merely for those who desperately needed a Hermione/Ron kiss to be

utterly and completely satisfied. Enjoy. :D

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"Shhhh!" Hermione giggled a little and Ron snickered as they made their way downstairs

in the darkness of a Burrow night under a blanket. Hermione giggled girlishly as they

flopped down on the couch, still shrouded by the blanket and whispered, "I can't believe

we're doing this!"

Ron grinned and peered at her face in the darkness. It was lit ever so slightly from a small

bit of light coming from moonlight streaming through the window above the couch. It was

softened by the light blanket. Feeling his cheeks warming slightly, he gently took her hand

and smiled. "It'll be fun, 'Mione. Don't worry. It's not like we're doing anything bad."

She smiled slyly back up at him. "Who said I was worried?"

He grinned and leaned forward a bit until their faces were nearly touching. "Not me" he

murmured. Hermione shivered a little as his breath tickled her nose and the tiny flyaway

hairs around her face. Their lips tentatively danced together, mere millimeters from touching

until finally Ron's eyes slid entirely closed and he moved just a fraction of an inch closer and

their lips brushed for the first time. At first they merely sighed contentedly, their lips just

barely touching and sending tingles shooting through both their bodies.

However, it soon grew more impassioned as Hermione slid an arm around his neck and

threading his hair through her fingers. He let out a small sound of pleasure and clutched her

arm in his grip as he poured his passion into the kiss. Hermione was surprised at first at the

emotion flooding into her body, but she quickly grew accustomed to what she and Harry

would later refer to as the 'Weasley fire'. It was something they would always describe as

taking their breath away and making their knees weak.

Ron gently snaked an arm around Hermione's waist and they slowly lay down, side by side.

He delicately broke their fevered kissing and tenderly lay a kiss on her temple. She sighed

contentedly, snuggling more closely into his embrace and listening carefully to his heartbeat.

She felt so safe and relaxed right here, held close to him Ron smiled down at her as she lay

her head on his chest and began lightly running his fingers through her hair. Merlin, he hoped

this was how everyday were.

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All together now....AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!