Finally- or not

Hermione huffed and puffed as she reached her arm further into the bag. Sirius's uncle was leaning against Ron's bed as various other items littered the room. There was a gentle knock at the door as Ron poked his head around.

"Hey, I brought you some tea" he smiled. Hermione's heart nearly threw itself out of her chest when ever he smiled at her like that. That smile, just reserved for her.

"Thanks Ron, everything's nearly out now, just a few last things down the bottom I can't reach"

Ron put the tea on his window ledge and offered his hand. He reached forwards and pulled out a photo album, one Hermione carried around with her everywhere. He reached in again, and pulled out an old jumper of his, and lastly a pair of socks they thought belonged to Harry. He handed her her bag back and she smiled in thanks. They both sat on the floor, his eyes watching her as she sorted out the items scattered around the room, placing clothes in one pile and books in another. It reminded him of the last time they had done this, just with considerably less scars, and a lot less mental damage.

"Are you going to leave me sitting here all day girl?" asked Phineus Nigellus rudely.

"If you don't want to spend the next ten years in the attic I suggest you shut you mouth!" Ron said to the painting, feeling rather annoyed. Hermione quietened the painting down and reached forward for a book, almost at the same time that Ron did. Their hands brushed, and they both withdrew their hands grinning and looking at the floor awkwardly. Hermione shook her head and smiled, feeling her heart beat a lot faster than a few moments ago.

"Ron?"

"Uh-huh?"

"I don't bite you know"

Ron looked up and she raised her eye brows at him, holding out her hand and he shuffled towards her. They sat, just for a moment, looking at each other and the belongings before them, the things they had lived off for the past year. Ron reached for the book he previously intended , and passed it to her. It was her old battered copy of Hogwarts: A history. She took it, releasing his hand, much to his disappointment, and placed it on the pile to her right. They sorted in silence after that, glancing at each other shyly and grinning when ever they caught the others eye. The sun rose steadily in the sky and Ron suggested they take a break. He stood up and stretched, and walked over to his bed, flopping down and patting the space next to him. She joined him, stretching out on the bed, her back to the wall, placing her legs over Ron's as he lay in the sleeping position.

"So...this is nice"

Hermione made eye contact with him, and knew instantly what he meant. The world seemed to be at peace, like they had all the time in the world to just sit here and relax.

"Yes- it is"

"I mean- being here..."

"Yep"

"With you...

She swallowed and picked at the end of her jumper, before gathering the courage and leaning sideways until her head was on Ron's chest. She could feel his heart beating, so fast, so rhythmically, and she wouldn't be surprised if he could feel her own. Ron leant down and kissed her forehead. He looked towards the door and saw a pile of broken and battered objects, burnt books, broken jars, and one of his battered old jumpers.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"What's that pile for?" he pointed towards the door.

"Oh, that's being thrown out- it's either broken, ripped or- hey what's wrong?"

Ron had sat up immediately and crossed the room, picking up the old jumper that used to be Charlie's and examined it. It was singed, covered in dirt, stank of sweat, and had patches of blood all over it. It did not look pretty.

"You can't throw this out!"
"What? Ron don't tell me you're going to wear that? It's ruined"

"No it's not – it's just a bit- well I mean- reparo should do it I reckon"

"Ron, it's irreparable, it's covered in somebodies blood- could be anyone's, and there's burns all over it!"

"Yes, but Hermione-"

"Ron- your Mum won't let you keep it in the house for one- look at the state of it!"

She stood up and walked over to where he was standing, and leant against the door, her arms crossed.

"But Hermione-"
"Ronald?" she said, her eyes raised as though no-one should dare challenge her.

"I've had this jumper forever and -"

"Give me one good reason why this shouldn't be destroyed?"

"I kissed you in this jumper"

The room grew silent as Hermione opened and closed her mouth, her eyelashes blinking rapidly. She looked down and sure enough she recognised it. The Room of Requirement, running towards Ron, that jumper being the fabric that brushed up against her as he "responded enthusiastically" as Harry had put it.

"And I know it sounds stupid...but the first time I ever got to touch you the way I'd wanted to for a long time, I was wearing this. I got to kiss you, the way I'd wanted to for years, and your hands were all over me, all over this" he shook the jumper in his hands, and dust fell onto the floor. Hermione wrinkled her nose and felt joy at the same time.

"It's like-" Ron continued "I look at this jumper, and I remember the best moment of my life" his voice got smaller and small by the second. "The best moment of my life, I was wearing this. This dirty old jumper..."

Hermione looked at him, this silly boy standing here in his old jeans and Cannons t-shirt, wearing the same big grin that he reserved for her, and she couldn't help but see things the way that he saw them. She hope it wouldn't always be like this- Ron getting his way because of the most ridiculous yet completely adorable things that he says.

"Ron?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Are you going to keep every item of clothing I ever kiss you in?"

"I don't know I mean-"

"Or you're going to have a rather large collection of old clothes-"

"Wha-"

"She launched forwards, completely taking Ron off his feet. He lifted her up until her legs were wrapped around him, his hands in her hair and they fell back into the books pile, knocking Hermione's hard work all over the floor. Their passion, their love, their hope, and their future was all put into this one kiss, because finally, after everything they were getting their happy ever-

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Or not.

Ron pulled a book from under his back and beamed at Hermione. He shook his head and tutted.

"Be right there Harry, just having a nice kiss with my beautiful boyfriend here"

"Lovely to know. Your mum said she needs you to fix the chicken hut, the roof's..."

But they didn't here the rest of the sentence as their lips met once more.