Title: The Fine Line part 5 of 5

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Hermione/Ron

Prompt: 34 – Not Enough

Word Count: 1189

Rating:T

Summary:Ron/Hermione missing moment. Another night together at Grimmauld place, Hermione asks to sleep with Ron to ward off more nightmares and Ron is happy to oblige.

Author's Notes:Notes: This was going to be a one-shot but it was so long I couldn't even handle the idea of proof reading all 10,000+ words so I opted to split it up each time there is a pov switch. I'll post them as I finish proofing them. I think this is they shortest one, but you have to start somewhere yo!

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The Fine Line

part 5 of 5

No romantic story, no racy conversation, no scientific text had prepared her for this. She recognized that the words they'd used to describe it were the best fit there was but it didn't even come close to what this was. This was new, the things they were doing crossed a line you couldn't go back on. Everything else could have be explained away. Hugging a friend, seeking solace in their arms, rubbing their back, those were all things a friend could do. Nibbling on your friends ear while fingering her knickers was not something you did with a friend.

She supposed she'd started the line crossing with the whole scar kissing thing, but it hadn't felt like crossing a line at the time. No, it had felt like it, it had exhilarated and entranced her to feel his heartbeats quicken as she touched him, to hear the gasp of shock as she adjusted his pants to kiss his scar. It had definitely felt like crossing a line when she kissed the scar low on his hip. She couldn't believe her own bravado at the memory of pulling on his lip as she did so. But kissing a scar was a kin to kissing away a boo-boo, like a child asking his mother to kiss the pain away. As intimate as their interaction had been it had still been rooted in something that could be seen innocently.

This though couldn't be left at just friendship, they had crossed that line for the first time in their 6 years of knowing each other. In their 3 year long dance around that line they had now just crossed it, and yet, it unsettled her how not crossed it was. Not officially at least, it's not that you could explain away the tongue Ron was grazing along her collarbone or the hand she was at this moment moving further along the curve of his backside. Sweet mother of merlin is arse felt good cupped in her hand like that! It's just that it wasn't a kiss.

Weren't they doing all of this backwards? Didn't necking come after the chaste kiss at the end of a date? She understood he couldn't really take her on a trip to the cinema and badly attempt to put his arm around her, but it still felt strange that he would kiss the skin all along her throat but not her lips that were begging for him.

Her thoughts were distracted as he moved his hand to cup her own bottom. 'Oh that's why I wore the sexy knickers' she thoughts as she felt his hand curve alone the bare skin of her backside. She felt her dripping desire pool between her legs and she tightened her leg around his, pressing herself against him.

She garnered a wicked sense of pleasure and satisfaction from feeling it straining against her thigh. Part of her knew it wasn't that big of a deal, from what she understood a man routinely got an erection at the drop of a hat. That lying on a bed with a woman would easily elicit that sort of reaction from any healthy heterosexual male. But this wasn't just any bed, it was his bed, this wasn't just any woman this was Hermione, and this wasn't just any heterosexual male this was her Ron. So having the evidence that she'd elicited that sort of response from him thrilled her beyond anything else imaginable.

He wanted her. She may not be sure of every aspect of their relationship but she was concrete in her knowledge that Ron's body craved her sexually. Laying in bed with her, she wasn't just a brainy bookworm, she was a woman. She was a woman he wanted to nibble and caress and grope and hopefully all sorts of other pleasurable yet unmentionable things. She had long since tired of just being his best friend, it was a role she loved and wouldn't give up for anything but this, this something more that didn't mean they were giving it up at all, just building on it as a foundation for whatever it was they were becoming.

His lips moved heartbreakingly slowly, and it was glorious. He took his time as though relishing every moment. His lips sucked gently an the curve of her jaw line and she knew he was making his way to where she longest for most. Not another kiss on her cheek or the side of the mouth, not another maybe halfway one lip/scar kiss. He moved her hand from cupping her back side, gingerly moving along her skin and she enjoyed the languid unhurried moment of just being with him. As he moved his hand along her he was made his way up to kiss her.

Kiss her like she'd been dreaming about since that day in the laundry room at the burrow when they had that asinine argument about folding socks. She'd wanted to press him against the wall just to know what his lips tasted like and there hadn't been a day since between that summer of the Quidditch World Cup and today that she hadn't played out some fantasy of what this, of what was finally and truly about to happen.

He stopped his methodical ministrations just before he reached her lips and pulled back, for a moment she began to feel the bitter edge of disappointment creep over her but it was washed away as quickly as it had come by the nervous and excited look of love etched on his face. His hand cupped her cheek, caressing it with his thumb and he leaned forward, keeping his eyes on hers as if he were watching for any signs she might give that this wasn't alright. She made sure he didn't find any, instead she found herself licking her lips. She leaned upward slightly, hoping to close that fractional distance between them.

"Hermione, I lo-"

Then of course reality came waltzing in, it took the form of a blood curdling scream from the floor above them. Without a moments hesitation they were both on their feet, wands in hand and heading for the door into the hall.

20 minutes later when they were finally settling back into bed the mood was completely different. It was fairly difficult to maintain any sort of romantic feeling while attempting to wake up your screaming best friend from what must have been a truly horrific nightmare. It was hard to begrudge Harry for disturbing their moment since they didn't have to relieve some of the horrific things he had to. But all the same, there was a tangible air of disappointment settling between them as they sank back onto Ron's bed.

It wasn't the same. Yes his arm was still around her, yes she was still snuggled into his chest but the build up was gone. Ron closed his arms tightly around her and pressed his lips to her forehead instead of where they both wanted his kiss placed.

"Good night Hermione," he whispered softly to the darkness.

"Night Ron," she answer back.