Chapter 20:

A/N: It's only taken 5 and a half years. But here we are, the big 2.0. That's a chapter for every year of my life. How exciting! Let's see if I've still got it eh! Enjoy!

Hermione's POV:

Making Polyjuice potion outside of the girl's bathroom is feels so wrong, I feel like a second year again. I wish I was. Then life wouldn't be so complicated right now. The amount of potions I'm taking just to get a few hours of restless sleep at night is crazy. I wouldn't need to potions at all if Ron just manned up and began every night sleeping with me. He always ends up with me any way, one way or another. I don't know what's come over me, but I cannot be comfortable without him. If he leaves the room, I instantly feel on edge. Which is ridiculous; he couldn't protect me if I taped his wand to his hand…

We're going to Gringotts tomorrow. I can't understand how we're going to manage this, it's too big, too soon.

"You coming to bed 'Mione?" It's Ron, leaning through the archway, his floppy hair just a bit too long for him.

"I wish you'd let me cut your hair Ron, we won't be able to see your face soon!"

"Go on then!" He came and sat opposite me while I went through to the kitchen looking for scissors. "But if you ruin the sexy look I've got going on here you will have many witches to answer to."

"Many eh? You would be so lucky young man" I giggle, standing in front of him. "It's just the fringe, it's bloody awful!"

"I bloody love it when you swear," he smirks up at me, and I can feel his eyes boring into me. I try to ignore the flutter deep in my stomach.

"Oh shush, you cocky prick!" I wipe the stray cut off hairs from his nose and look back at him. The world stops.

Ron's POV:

I cannot stop looking at her. It feels like if I stopped looking at her, I could die. I just want to lean forward, and then I start to lean forward, and…is she…she is leaning forward…and then

"We're off the bed guys, sweep that up before you go eh," Bill calls through the arch on his way upstairs. I grunt a reply: nothing is ruining this moment. I want to kiss her.

"Yes of course Bill! Right away," she chirps back, standing up as if to fetch the broom, but I'm not having it. I reach up and grab her hand as she tries to walk past. She stops abruptly, looking down at our joined hands and then back up at me. Squeezing my hand, she smiles and walks away. Fuck! I need a new plan. I can hardly breathe!

Hermione's POV:

I can hardly breathe! Searching for the broom, I have to take a moment just to stop myself from jumping on him and kissing him and holding him and… He wants it, I can see that now. Otherwise he wouldn't be doing all the hand holding and eye contact and spooning, surely, he wouldn't be so cruel as to mess with me like that.

Walking back into the room, I can see that he's gone and left me to clean up, cheeky sod. I sweep and bin the ginger sea of ex-fringe and head up to my small box of a bedroom: my last night in there with any luck! I can see the light is on from under the door, but I haven't been in there all day. All manner of thoughts run through my head: thoughts of Death Eaters and Dementors. Gathering my courage, I open the door, wand in hand, but then I find a tall man standing in front of me, with a badly trimmed fringe and more importantly, only wearing boxers and a pair of non-matching socks.

"Oh, umm, hi again" I stutter, trying my absolute hardest to hot stare at his toned torso or his tight little boxers…

"Hi again" he laughs. "Bed?" He motions towards my little single bed.

"Umm…"

"We don't have to do anything! I don't even have to get under the covers, or on the bed, I'll literally sleep on the chest of drawers if that will make you happy. I just cannot leave you alone tonight." He says, straight to my face, no giggles, no nothing. How could I say anything but…

"Shut up you prick and get into bed."

He slides onto the cramped mattress and I wiggle my way in next to him, turning the lights off and laying my wand on the bedside table. After a couple of minutes of uncomfortableness, we found a position that was probably the most comfortable I have ever been. One arm acting as a pillow, his other draped over me like a heavy blanket.

Ron's POV:

Can't beat a cheeky spoon with your girl. I'd take this over anything any day. It's the best feeling in the world.

Okay so technically she isn't my girl, but it is still the best feeling. And if I could make her my girl, I would in a heartbeat. I want to ask her. I want to ask her what she wants, and if she wants what I want. Because I want to kiss her forever, and I won't last much longer on this earth if I don't.

But before I can open my big mouth, I hear her breathing slow and a little snore escape her. I guess question time will just have to wait for another time.

A/N: Short but sweet. I really want to get this finished soon, but it's been going on so long I don't know how. If anyone has suggestions for extra moments, then please let me know. So long!