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I was restless. I lay there in bed at the Burrow staring at the ceiling. It had been a little over a week since Voldemort was defeated and three days since the last of the funerals. My thoughts ran away with me at night since during the day there was no time to think. We were bombarded with visitors and continuously being debriefed by Ministry officials. All the while we were trying to grieve for those we lost and keeping a vigilant eye on George who seemed to be doing a little too well with the death of his twin. On top of that I was trying to plan my trip to Australia to reclaim my parents.

I rolled over in frustration and looked at the vial of Dreamless Sleep draught that Mrs. Weasley had been making in large batches. I looked past the vial to a sleeping Ginny – she had drained her potion the moment she laid down and was asleep within minutes. Everyone in the house took it for eight hours of rest without constant nightmares. But tonight I couldn't bring myself to take it; it was like I needed a moment to myself while actually awake.

My mind wandered to Harry downstairs asleep in Percy's old room. Percy was back in his London flat and Charlie was staying with him for at least a few more days before returning to Romania. There were whispers he planned to move back here though to the delight of Mrs. Weasley. Bill and Fleur had also returned to their home since the Burrow was quite full. George had moved back into his old room but planned to move back out in a few months if and when he reopened the shop. Ron had offered to help him get it back on its feet.

I grinned as my thoughts centered on the redhead upstairs and wondered if he was still awake. He didn't like the draught; he claimed it gave him a massive headache which we all had to hear him complain about one morning. I thought I had heard his heavy steps on the stairs to the kitchen and back an hour or so ago.

We hadn't had a chance to resolve anything between us. With everything that happened and with everything still going on, it didn't seem an appropriate time to bring it up. Not that we weren't constantly together, his arm around me at the funerals or rubbing my back as I recounted the events at Malfoy Manor to the Ministry. But there had been no more kisses, no passionate love making. Not that I expected passionate love making but the way he smiled at me made me want to do what some would consider very un-Hermione like things.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks but my mind was now resolute. I got up quietly from the bed and exited Ginny's room and turned up the stairs. What better time to talk about things than when everyone else in the house is out like a light under the influence of a sleeping draught?

When I got to his room, I turned the handle, quickly entered and shut the door. But when I turned I saw the object of my affection asleep. My eyes went to his night stand and saw a full vial of potion, a saucer with cookie crumbs and an almost empty glass of milk. I smiled to myself, a little deflated, but happy he was getting some rest. I turned and had just reached for the handle when…

"Hermione? Is something wrong?"

I turned but didn't answer. He had bolted straight up in the bed. His cannon's t-shirt was slightly askew and he wore a look of concern. "What is it?" He asked again with an edge of panic to his voice.

"Nothing," I said slightly above a whisper, "I just wanted to see you I guess."

I let out a deep breath I didn't know he was holding looking very relieved. "You scared me a bit."

Then, there it was – that melt your heart smile. I walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, looking directly in his eyes. He looked uncomfortable and shifted a bit.

"Okay, what's really going on?" He asked with a little laugh.

He might have been about to say something else but with the same courage I had in front of the Room of Requirement, I leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn't the same rushed/panic kiss of two people perhaps going to their death but slow and meaningful. Not breaking the connection, I shifted a bit and found myself slowing pushing him back down on his bed with me on top of him.

I moved from his lips to his jaw line. I heard faint mutters from him, "Hermione, what are doing?" He asked slightly bewildered. I grinned into his neck and made my way up to his earlobe. "Not that I'm complaining or anything but what's gotten in to you?"

It was obvious he wasn't sure what to do. His hands were lightly touching my arms – like he was frozen between pulling me closer or pushing me off. I shifted again so that I was now straddling his body and felt the full effect of what I was doing to him. "Wait!" He said with a squeak and he bolted up again moving me off his lap to sit beside him.

"Seriously, what's gotten in to you?"

"We've never gotten to talk about what happened during the battle. I thought this would be a good time."

"That wasn't exactly talking." He said as his ears turned a bright shade of red.

"Oh, sorry…I don't know what came over me." Suddenly I was extremely embarrassed and he could tell.

"Don't get me wrong, I was really enjoying myself. I was just a bit surprised." He smiled looking a little awkward. "Where did you learn how to do that by the way?"

"Do what?" I asked genuinely curious.

"Turn a bloke on like that."

I felt a rush of pride at his statement. "Well I don't just read textbooks you know. I like a good trashy romance novel now and then." I confessed.

He laughed and seemed a little relieved, "Good. I was worried you were going to say you learned it from Vicky or something."

"Ron…" I started exasperatingly.

"It just makes me sick that he was your first kiss. The only reason I ever went out with Lavender was because Ginny told me that you two snogged. I felt left behind and wanted to make you jealous I suppose – I should have been your first kiss." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well if that's what you're worried about, Victor wasn't my first kiss." I said succinctly.

"Really?" He replied with a smile that quickly faded, "It wasn't that Cormac fellow was it?"

"No!" I shuddered at the memory of that idiot mauling me under the mistletoe at Slughorn's Christmas party. I kicked him in the shin sending him off hobbling.

"So it was me." He seemed to have come to a conclusion and was quite excited, "I was your first kiss!"

"Oh, well no. You weren't either."

His face fell and I felt guilty for some reason. When he spoke it was with an angry edge he was trying to control. "It was Harry then."

"Merlin no! Ugh, he's like my brother." I made a gagging noise. "If you must know it was a muggle boy named Danny Seaver the summer before fourth year."

"Summer before fourth year? But you were with us – you went to the Quidditch World Cup."

"That was at the end of the summer Ron. I spent the beginning of it with my parents remember! Besides it was just a simple kiss." I paused for a second wondering for a moment if I should confess more. "Then over the Christmas holiday in our sixth year, it was more like snogging."

"What??"

"Oh please Ron. I'm sure we didn't do anything close to what you and Lavender did." I said with a knowing look.

"What do you mean?" He asked a little wide eyed.

"Ron, I shared a dorm with her and she loved to whisper in a very loud voice about your escapades together."

"What did she say? The most we ever did was snog. Once I touched her…" he was gesturing to my breasts, "but that was only because she put my hand there."

I began to laugh, "You two really have different interpretations of what happened then."

"Well, tell me what she said!" He appeared to be in a state of panic.

"Oh," I gathered myself to give it the full drama it deserved. "Well, she loved to describe your kisses but did say she had to teach you a few things but that you were a good learner. Then after a while she started to talk about how heated things were getting and how serious you two were. Then a little bit before your birthday, she said that you two had almost shagged but at the last minute you both decide to stop. Then you told her that you loved her too much and wanted to wait until you got married which she said would be about a year after we graduated. Then she went on to describe how she was going to seduce you for your birthday. She even laid out this skimpy outfit on her bed, I'm sure hoping I'd see it." I paused. "She was definitely trying to get a rise out of me so I told her I didn't think it was revealing enough and that she needed to show more skin if she had any hopes of actually sleeping with you. It seemed to shock her a bit."

"I swear we didn't do anything other than snog. We definitely were NOT about to shag. I also never told her that I loved her and the subject of marriage was never mentioned." He said it all very fast running it together. "What about you and the muggle guy?"

"Just snogging – my parents caught us in the back room at his parent's party and dragged me home. I got a nice lecture on birth control – it was very humiliating."

Ron rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands as though trying to wipe out any sort of visuals he may have had. "Please take my word that I didn't do anything with Lavender and agree to never have this discussion again. It's too much for me."

I gave a small laugh, "agreed."

We looked at each other for a moment and then both burst out laughing. "She really mentioned marriage? Like I would ever want marry her" He made a face, "yuck!"

"For the record, I didn't believe her on that one." I said holding my side which was starting to hurt from laughing.

Ron suddenly stopped laughing and reached forward caressing my cheek. "Hermione, I've only ever loved you." Then he leaned in catching my lips in a full kiss.

It was bliss. He was certainly a good kisser. This time he broke away and started to plant soft kisses on my neck. I grinned and reached for his hand placing it on my breast. He looked up at me a little shocked and gave a quick smile at the irony before kissing me hard on the lips once more. I reached around and moved my hands under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. He broke away for a moment to take it off.

Slowly we lowered back down on the bed. I resumed the straddle position he had wrenched me from before and he gave a soft moan that drove me crazy. I sat up straight smiling down at him. His hands moved from my hips to the skin of my sides under my tank top. I giggled a little at the sensation and boldly began to pull my shirt over my head.

Then it happened very suddenly. I heard a scream and suddenly found myself in the small space between Ron's bed and the wall. I had hit the ground with a thud and was stuck in an awkward position.

That's when I heard simultaneously a furious "RONALD WEASLEY!" and a petrified "MUM!"