A/N: So, it's not my ship, and this story could be incredibly cliched. I'm sorry if that is so, but I was bored, and tired, and this is what happens when I'm like that. So, enjoy as I give you my first (and possibly only) foray into the world of R/Hr.
There are some things you fight against because you know that they're wrong. Others, you fight against because you know that they're right, and so does everybody else. It was expected. Everyone knew that Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley would end up together. There was just nothing else that could ever be correct in any world at any time.
And that was why I was fighting it.
Three fights in as many days, and I was always the reason. Me, Miss Logical, just couldn't cope with doing what everyone wanted me to do. So here we are, locked in a room. The door will only open if we sort this mess out, or if we're about to starve.
I can wait.
Ron's seated on the couch in the middle of the room. There's a chair too, but it's way to close to him, and I don't trust myself. I'm in the corner, back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of me, silent and daydreaming. In the midst of war, we really don't have time for this.
He's trying to talk to me, but I pretend to sleep.
Hours pass, and he's obviously bored. He's pulling at the seams in the couch, and braiding the threads. I've concocted an Arithmancy problem in my head and am trying to solve it. More hours until finally,
"Hermione, just talk to me." He's pleading but I'm still silent.
Finally, I fall asleep. I dream of him, but I'd never admit it to anyone. I'm stubborn, they want us together, so we can't be so. I tow the company line enough.
When I wake up, my head is on his shoulder and his arm is around me. He must have moved while I was sleeping. He's only dozing lightly, so when I push him away, he wakes up. His breath doesn't smell, so he couldn't have been asleep for long.
"Stay away from me."
I move to the other side of the room, and he follows, but I expected him to. "Why won't you talk to me?"
I stay silent, I can't talk to him, don't want to break. Don't want to give in.
"Hermione, please." Finally, I make a mistake. I look at him. With his shaggy hair, and honest eyes, and that smile, I can feel myself falling.
Don't!
"I don't want to." Yes, that sounded mature. What are you going to do next, stick your tongue out?
He grabs my wrist, "Just answer me." He is not fighting this.
"No," I whisper, starting to sound like some weak heroine in an old movie.
"Hermione."
Damn it, he says my name in some secret way, and I hate it. Who an I kidding?
I love it.
And him.
But if I say it, they win.
And I'm starting to realize, that I really don't care about that. So I grab him, and I kiss him. And he seems surprised. After that, there's a lot of motion. Me, ripping his shirt open and him doing the same to me, trousers down, skirt up. And you know what happens next.
"I love you," he tells me, when all is said and done.
But I can't let them win that one just yet, so I just say, "I know."
When we finally get around to checking, the door is unlocked, and we're free to go.
Some things you fight against because you know they're wrong, and others because they're right, but I'm only one woman, and I can't fight forever. So, if my future is with Ron Weasley, damn everyone who said it would always happen. I don't care what they have to say. We still have a long way to go, and I only know one thing.
It's going to be a hell of a ride.
Please, tell me what you think.