Rose is a year old; Ron and Hermione have hardly had any "alone time," and so, for her birthday, Mrs. Weasley offers to take her out allowing our favourite couple some well deserved quality time..Reviews would be brilliant, please feel free to check out my other stories too, thanks! I have to confess, I'm not 100% sure on this, I'm quite happy but feedback would be great for me to know your opinions! I own none of the characters.

"Well, I will see you later, dears. Oh, it will be lovely to have Rose around for a few hours. Arthur will be happy. One today!" Mrs. Weasley leaned forwards and briefly kissed her son on the cheek, taking an eager Rose from his arms. After all this time, Rons' ears still tinged red and he mumbled his love rather than say it aloud. Hermione laughed and Molly flashed her an affectionate grin. After kissing Rose goodbye, the house was finally silent - it pressed upon Rons' ears, having not been this peaceful since before Rose was born. Sighing contentedly, he kicked his shoes off and collapsed into the soft, grey sofa, patting the space next to him indicating that Hermione should follow suit.

"Merlins' beard! You hear that, Hermione? Silence!" Ron grinned, lolling his head back, and closing his eyes briefly.

Hermione sat down, far more gracefully than Ron and lifted her feet up, resting them into Rons' lap. Ron automatically began to rub and massage them, absent mindedly drawing circles with his thumb into her heels. Hermione, however, still appeared somewhat troubled. "Didn't Rose love that toy broomstick we got her? Oh, I do hope she won't be any trouble for your mother; just lately she's been rather a handful, what with pulling hair and stealing wands-"

"Hermione, don't go worrying. She'll be fine. We have some peace and quiet for a while." He glanced over at her and saw her biting her lip, still worried for Rose had never been away for a long period of time without them; they had either visited the Weasley's with her or she had only been gone an hour. Hermione noted that she was worrying for nothing of course, Mr and Mrs. Weasley would undoubtedly look after Rose, but still...

"'Mione, come on. This is the first time in ages that we actually have the house to ourselves." His heart raced at the thought...Hermione smiled apologetically and pushed her motherly instincts to one side. "Relax" Ron added winking, continuing to massage her feet, gazing at her with those piercing blue eyes that always elicited Hermiones' heart beat to accelerate.

"You know what? You're right. I just need to - to relax." She rested her head back onto the arm rest and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of Rons' fingers upon her feet, massaging gently in all the right places. "You're getting good at this, Ronald." She said as she closed her eyes. The clock on the mantelpiece showed 3:00pm and the warm, afternoon sun blazed through the large windows, it's warmth enveloping them.

"Oh really?" Ron replied with a satisfied tone, continuing to work his way up her feet. She sighed at his touch and he couldn't help but watch her, mesmerised at the sight of her looking so serene. The tension in her body visibly melted away and he found himself unable to look away; the way her brown hair tumbled around her, the way her dark lashes framed her closed eyes and the way her lips turned up at the corner with pleasure - Ron was entranced at the sight, much like a beautiful picturesque scene, he was captured by the unquestionable beauty, even after all these years...

Hermione rested her hands behind her head experiencing complete and utter bliss; she permitted herself to focus only on the feel of Rons' touch, his body heat as he sat so close to her. The only other time she felt this relaxed was when reading her beloved books - she thrilled at the sensation. Yet, her eyelids flickered open and she looked up at Ron. He stopped his rhythmic patterns and gazed down at her intensely as she sat up slowly.

"Had enough then? You always do become bored so easily, what happened to relaxing?" Ron asked chuckling, but he could not banish the thoughts revolving around his mind; the house to themselves, Hermiones' delight at his massage, the way he could not take his eyes off of her...

"You're right Ron, I am bored." she replied, a glint in her eyes as she moved closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper. Ron shifted in his seat so they were both facing eachother; he swallowed yet found himself incapable of hiding a small smile of anticipation.

"Maybe a little higher, 'Mione?-" He teasingly brushed his finger tips up her thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. "Like this?" he purred. Slowly Ron reached across, his ears once again flaming as red as his hair, and cupped her cheek rubbing the side of her neck; he enjoyed the way her lips parted with yearning. Her eyelids fluttered closed and he found himself wanting, no needing, to take advantage of the time they had, to hold her, relish the feel of her.

Simultaneously they both leaned in and their lips parted together slowly, each taking their time. Ron wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly towards him and deepening the kiss. His tongue asked for entrance and soon enough it danced with hers, exploring her mouth. He, however, quickly pulled away not wanting to allow himself to get carried away just yet. Breathing heavily, they merely gazed at eachother, their eyes reflecting their love, basking in each others splendour.

"I love you" Ron whispered huskily, stroking her hair, his eyes boring into hers. Every day, although he would never ever dare say it, he awoke next to Hermione and felt extremely grateful that the girl whom he and Harry had once saved from a troll, who had damn right infuriated him to no end, had transformed into this beautiful young women who loved him - he knew he would not be able to live without her. She climbed onto his lap and leaned in so her mouth was barely a couple of centimetres away from his, replying with barely a whisper that sent a shiver down Rons' spine;

"I love you too, Ronald" and she pressed her lips against his, this time more passionately than the time before. A burning desire filled her and she felt her whole body tingle as Ron groaned in the back of his throat. He leaned back against the sofa slightly and brought Hermione with him as she yielded to the strength of his kiss. Soon enough, an explosion of lust cascaded over them; Hermione felt Rons' arousal beneath her which only intensified hers and she anchored herself, grabbing his hair as her body curved to his. Gasping, Ron pulled away, a thirst etched into his features.

"Upstairs?" He almost begged, his voice deep, and Hermione nodded biting her lip. With one swift motion that sent Hermione into over drive, the butterflies in her stomach wildly taking flight, he lifted her into his arms and swiftly walked up the stairs, all the while his lips kissing Hermiones' neck...

Should I do a chapter 2? What is everyones' thoughts? Thank you.