A/N: Happy Birthday, Tom!

Chapter 19: Rewards

Ron sighed happily, basking in the April sunlight streaming through the glass wall. He twirled Hermione's hair with his fingers, watching the curls straighten then bounce back to their previous state.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked, with her own matching smile. She was sitting between his legs, her back resting against his chest, while he lounged against the arm of the couch.

"I still can't believe you did what you did in Potions yesterday." He closed his eyes, reveling in the memory.

Hermione turned around, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. She frowned, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I can't believe you did what you did in Potions yesterday."

Ron ran his hand from the side of her neck, down to the opening of her shirt, but he wasn't satisfied with the amount of cleavage he was seeing, so he popped open two more buttons. He bit his lip at the sight of her lacey bra that was clearly missing yesterday.

Hermione sighed a heavy sigh, knowing how her breasts would move against his chest, trying to hide a smirk. "You were very mean to Seamus," she continued.

Ron, who was running his fingers over her soft globes, looked up, his eyes hard and fiery. "Two more seconds and I would have killed him." His eyes softened again and he went back to moving his fingers over her warm skin. "You know, after all these months together, I still haven't seen your breasts."

Hermione snorted. "You see one set, you've seen them all."

It was Ron's turn to snort. "That's not true at all." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Okay, okay. Sometimes they look the same, but considering I haven't seen a pair since I've been with you, I bet yours are gonna be spectacular."

It wasn't a complete lie, him not having seen any breasts, considering that when Blaise tried to seduce him he wasn't paying attention to her body, just his own.

"I think you got an eyeful yesterday."

"Hardly. Stupid shirt was in the way."

Hermione laughed. "Yes, those silly, unnecessary school uniforms. How dare they make us wear them."

"Don't laugh. I had that same argument with Dumbledore back in third year."

Hermione tried to stifle her laugh, but it wasn't working. Ron tried to keep an annoyed face, but the corner of his lip twitched. He kissed her, smiling against her lips.

"You promised me a reward for what I did yesterday, and I still haven't received anything."

"Just give me a second. I want to remember every detail so I can give you the proper reward."

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Ron dumped his bag onto his chair in Potions and proceeded to set up their work area while Draco went into the supply closet to gather the necessary ingredients. He pulled off his robes, and pushed his sleeves up past his elbow. Not many people could guess, but Ron loved potions. The idea that simple plants can make someone die, or sleep forever, or even have the best luck in the world fascinated him. It reminded him of cooking, only the smells were usually less than appetizing.

Ron's eyes shifted over the Gryffindor side of the room, unconsciously seeking out Hermione. She saw him and gave him a coy smile. He knew that smile. That smile meant she was up to something and he was going to love it even though it would cause him much pain and suffering. He kept watching to see if she would do anything, but for the most part she was working on her assignment so he turned back to his own, not wanting to fall behind.

Halfway into the potion assignment, the solution they were making, spewed out steam. That was the first sign that they were doing it right. Ron wiped the sweat off of his brow and loosened his tie, unbuttoning the first two buttons on his shirt. He chanced a glance over at Hermione and quickly did a double take, his mouth instantly going dry.

Hermione's potion had let out a geyser of steam as well, causing her bushy hair to go absolutely wild, but that wasn't what caught Ron's eye. Hermione had peeled off her robe and her white shirt was almost transparent, sticking to her skin and he realized that her shirt must have shrunk from the steam because there was no way his prim and proper girl would wear something that tight.

Without a bra.

Knowing full well what potion they were making and the effects it was bound to have on her clothing.

How it would stick to her breasts, the outline of her nipples visible if you focused real well.

Either that or it was Ron's imagination getting the better of him.

Hermione looked over and winked, running her hands through her hair, her breasts straining against her tight shirt, the buttons about to bust open. His mouth watered as she sat down, crossing her legs, waiting for the potion to turn clear and that's when he noticed her short skirt.

Merlin, he loved her legs and she was showing just enough of her creamy thighs to drive him absolutely insane. She then picked up a hair tie and gathered her hair into a ponytail, Ron watching this simple act as if it was the most erotic display of seduction ever. She looked good with her hair up, her long, slender neck exposed, droplets of sweat trickling from her hair line and disappearing into her shirt. He licked his dry lips, watching as she fanned herself with her hands, her breasts swaying with the motion.

Ron's pants were tight, his clothes suffocating him. He wanted to tear everything off and jump her. He wanted to take here right there and then on her Potions desk.

Hermione looked over, and smirked at him, wiggling her fingers at him in hello. That minx knew exactly what she was going do to him the moment she got up this morning. A movement from the desk in front of Hermione caught his eyes, and he instantly cursed them out for distracting him from this vision.

That was until he noticed Finnigan was staring at Hermione with wide eyes and tugging on Thomas' sleeve, trying to get his attention. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants and Ron suddenly saw red. Finnigan's eyes were roving over his Hermione's body, slowly. Thomas snatched his arm away and turned to see what had his mate's attention. Before he realized what he was doing he was on the Gryffindor side of the room on top of Finnigan, punching him once, twice, three times before his fellow Slytherins pulled him off. He wanted to say something along the lines of "Keep your eyes off my girlfriend" but all he said was "Fuck you!"

After things calmed down enough and he was back to his table listening to Draco laugh at how Finnigan got detention, Ron looked over at Hermione expecting to see her look disappointingly at him. Instead, when she caught her eyes as she put her robe back on, she rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same.

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Hermione's sigh caused Ron to open his eyes and he noticed his hands were cupping and squeezing her breasts. He ran his thumbs over her nipples making her gasp and he quickly captured her lips with his own, slipping his tongue into her open mouth. She moaned, running her fingers through his hair before pulling away, laughing breathlessly as Ron fell forward, his lips trying to follow hers. He smiled and fell back against couch.

"You shouldn't have hit Seamus that hard," she said, running her hand over his chest.

"He shouldn't have looked at you the way he did. You are mine and only mine."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You know, I should be upset that you think of me as property, but I can't seem to channel that rage." She leaned forward and nibbled his bottom lip.

Ron ran his hands down to her backside, kneading her supple flesh. "That's too bad. You're so sexy when you're mad."

She arched into his hands, placing soft kisses on his neck. He sighed, tilting his head so she hit his spot. When she did, his hips raised slightly, causing her to bite down on his neck.

"Sweet Merlin," he gasped, his fingertips digging into her backside.

Hermione pulled away again, slowly peeling his hands off of her. When he looked at her in confusion she kissed him again. "You're going to give me a bruise," she explained. Ron looked sheepish and she quickly kissed him. "I don't mind really. In fact, I'll have a nice reminder of you every time I try to sit down."

"I didn't mean to get rough," he said sincerely. "I could make you feel better." He slipped his hands under her skirt, using his cool fingertips to soothe her skin. She laughed and slapped his hands away.

"I'm fine, Ron." He laughed with her and put his hands back in a safe area and pulled her down on top of him.

"Am I ever going to get my reward?" he asked with a pout.

Hermione laughed. "I have an idea, but I'm not sure you'll like it. Its not adventurous or exciting or anything of the sort."

Ron kissed her fingertips. "Will you be involved?" Hermione nodded. "Then that's all I need."

She gave him such a warm smile that his heart rate picked up. Before he had time to analyze it, she leaned forward and kissed him gently over and over and over again.

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Three hours later, Neville appeared from his little nook after Hermione left. He sat down on the coffee table with a loud yawn.

Ron was staring at the ceiling, trying to get his breathing back to normal and his heart rate to slow down. It was easier said than done.

Neville stared at him, confused. "I think I'm missing something." When Ron didn't answer he continued. "Did she cast some sort of spell on you, or were her hands doing something to you that I couldn't see?"

Ron shook his head and Neville raised a brow. "So, for the past three hours all you did was snog?"

A smile bloomed on Ron's face. Neville laughed.

Ron turned his head, his eyes still holding a dazed look. "I've never done that before."

Neville snorted. "Of course you have. I've seen you snog a dozen girls before. And all in one day."

Ron shook his head again. "You don't get it. I've never just snogged a girl before. Usually its a two minute kiss that leads to sex. Or at least some heavy, heavy petting. But this..." Ron closed his eyes, sighing happily.

His Hermione was a very smart girl. Just as they had started to kiss, his hands began to roam. Quickly, she would grab his hands and place them on the small of her back. Several times he tried to touch her only to be thwarted, so he reluctantly kept his hands on her back, occasionally moving his fingers in a light rubbing motion. However, soon he started to pay attention to her lips and tongue, and was entranced by them. How had he never noticed how well her lips melted against his, or how her tongue was just like her, small and fiery? He moaned loudly and thoroughly kissed her until everything around them disappeared.

Neville shrugged. "If you say so. Are you going home for Easter?"

Ron blinked several times before Neville's words made sense. "No, Mum and Dad are visiting Bill, I think."

"Then I believe this is the perfect time to have Hermione invite you to Gryffindor Tower so you can spend more time with her."

"No way. The place is going to be crawling with Gryffindorks."

"How witty of you," Neville drawled. "Most of them are going home. Parents want their kids home because of the Voldemort threat."

"And your Grams doesn't want you home?"

Neville snorted. "And cramp up her style? No, I'll stay here and keep being your lookout."

Ron smiled. "Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Its no problem. Besides, sometimes I get to sneak a peek at her incredibly round...agh!"

Ron wrestled him to the ground and soon they were laughing and throwing punches.

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In the end, getting Hermione to invite him to Gryffindor Tower wasn't that difficult. Ginny even promised to keep Potter in check. To keep the peace, Hermione suggested she and Ron stay in the girls' dorm, while Ginny stayed with Harry. Knowing Neville would be sleeping in the next bed over, Ron agreed with the decision. The first night he spent in the same bed with Hermione nearly drove him to madness. She was so soft and lush and throughout the night, her body seemed to gravitate towards his, no matter how far away he moved to the point that he rolled over and fell to the floor and five seconds later she fell on top of him. He held on to her as she blinked and slowly realized what had happened. They spent the next couple of minutes holding each other and laughing. They were so comfortable that Hermione just pulled down the blanket and pillows and they spent the rest of the night on the floor.

When he woke up in the morning, he was spooned behind her, her hair caressing his chest, her round bottom snug against his groin. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, her eyelashes fluttering gently. His heart swelled at the sight of her, relaxed and safe in his arms. The fact that she trusted him so much truly humbled him. Here was a girl--young woman--who didn't expect anything from him but some attention. He never had to pretend to be anyone he wasn't when he was with her. It was a freeing yet terrifying thought.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" came her sleep heavy voice. Ron chuckled and kissed her shoulder.

"I was watching you sleep."

Hermione gave a tiny groan and rolled onto her back to look up at him. "That's kinda creepy." She cupped his cheek tenderly. "You didn't watch me all night, did you? Did you get any rest?"

Her concern touched him. "Of course I slept. I just woke up a few minutes ago and decided to watch you. You're beautiful when you're sleeping. Nothing creepy about that."

She rolled her eyes, rubbing her hands over her face, checking for eye crust, then running them through her hair. "God I probably look a mess."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, but a very cute mess." Hermione grumbled but Ron laughed, giving her a soft peck. She pushed him away covering her mouth. Ron laughed harder and kissed her cheek, then her neck.

"If you want me to kiss you then you better hurry and brush your teeth," he whispered. Hermione ignored him and tilted her head, giving him better access. He chuckled against her throat. "As you wish my dear."

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Much to Ron's and everyone else's surprise, the tension in the Gryffindor common room was at a low. It wasn't like Harry and Ron were best of friends, but they were both making an effort to make it good for the girl's and Neville who was hidden behind his Herbology book for most of the day.

But what was most surprising of all, was that there was very little effort involved. Once the House colors came off, so did the masks. Potter was surprisingly witty and when they teamed up against Hermione, poking fun at her bookishness, she didn't stand a chance. Although both boys knew they were in trouble when she turned red and her lips made a straight line. They also came up with great apologies, both of them on their knees on either side of her, begging her for forgiveness, while Ginny held her side in silent laughter.

Later in the afternoon, Harry and Ginny decided to take a walk around the lake, and Neville left a few minutes later, mumbling something about greenhouses. So, Ron and Hermione found themselves in the common room alone. Hermione looked at him from under her eyelashes, blushing. The red tint on his cheeks told her he remembered what happened the last time they were alone in the common room, on this very same couch. Ron pulled her close, tucked some loose curls behind her ear and kissed her cheek.

"Such naughty thoughts for a prefect."

Hermione laughed and hit him in the chest. "And how do you know what I'm thinking?" He kissed her lips gently, taking his time with her, before pulling away with a soft sigh.

"Because I'm thinking the same thing." Hermione moved in to finish their kiss when there was a sudden whoosh and four owls flew in with giant parcels between them. Ron quickly got up and untied the poor owls from their burden and they plopped down on the table, their little chests panting. Hermione petted them and fed them some owl treats left on the fireplace while Ron unwrapped the boxes.

"Hey, its from Mum!" And proceeded to tear apart the boxes. Both Hermione and the owls watched in confusion before he pulled out a giant chocolate egg. Hermione's eyes widened, as he took a giant bite, the gooey chocolate center dribbling down his chin. When he looked up with a grin, teeth covered in chocolate, the owls let out a loud shriek and flew out the window.

Hermione watched them and shook her head. "I think they broke the Sound Barrier."

"Wath tha'?" She wrinkled her nose, picking up the box with her name, Ron joining her quickly. Hermione hugged the box to her and turned it away from him. "Come on, Mione. Lemme see."

She snorted. "Just see? I know that look in your eyes Weasley. You're not getting my chocolate!"

He sat back on the couch, arms crossed in front of him, pouting. "Fine." When she was sure he wasn't going to make any sudden movements, she turned back around and opened the box, pulling out her own chocolate egg, decorated with colored chocolate pieces that looked like rabbits dancing around it.

"How come I didn't get that?"

"Probably because your mother knew you'd gobble it down and not pay attention to any of the details."

He grumbled under his breath and took another bite, dipping his finger into the center and licking his finger clean. Hermione swallowed and pulled out one of the tinier eggs in the box, putting it down and shifting in her seat, hoping Ron didn't catch her subtle movements. But when she looked up at him she knew that her prayers weren't answered. His eyes narrowed, trained on her as he dipped another finger in. She licked her lips as he pulled the digit between into his mouth again.

Hermione looked away and popped the bite sized chocolate into her mouth to give her something to do, but quickly looked back when she felt the cushions shift and Ron's thighs touching hers. His finger covered in more chocolate traced her lips then slipped into her mouth where Hermione instinctively sucked it clean. Ron groaned and leaned forward, using his tongue and lips to clean her mouth.

Closing her eyes and sighing in pleasure, Hermione didn't even care that it was sticky as long as Ron got every bit of it off. And did he ever. But her eyes shot open when she felt him trace the cold, sticky sweet down the column of her throat.

"Ron, what are you..." Hermione ended it with a gasp as his hot tongue swiped her clean, sucking the skin near her pulse point.

"Mmm, delicious."

"Ron, that's so gross."

He let some chocolate drip into the hollow between her shoulder and her neck, dipping his tongue into it, taking his time to clean every last drop. Hermione dropped her head back, running her fingers through his hair. "You should really try this, Mione. It tastes amazing. You and chocolate go together like peanut butter and jelly."

Hermione laughed, huskily. "You and your chocolate obsession."

He pulled up with a smirk on his face. "I have a Hermione obsession now, too."

It was that smirk that got to her. As if he thought he was the one in control of the situation, the one who could turn her into a bowl of jelly. But when Hermione smirked, Ron knew he was about to be controlled. She leaned over, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. He was so distracted by it, that he almost missed when she covered her own finger in chocolate and waved it in his face.

Almost.

He watched her finger like a cobra watching a snake charmer. She brought it close to his lips, but when he parted them to taste her, she pulled it away and popped it into her mouth with a smirk.

"You're right. It does taste amazing."

Ron's mouth fell open watching as she did it again, swirling her tongue around the tip of her finger, a sexy smile on her lips. "Do you want another taste?"

Ron nodded quickly, practically panting in anticipation. She teased him like he did her, tracing his lips with the treat, but instead of licking it off, she drew a line to his cheek, down his neck, circling his Adam's Apple. Ron's tongue peeked out to take a lick from his lips, but she quickly flicked his nose.

"Uh uh uh. You don't get to taste anymore. It's my turn."

"B-b-but Mione!" he whined.

"Don't 'But Mione' me. I want chocolate too, you know. And its very rude that you enjoyed it at my expense."

"But..!"

"And if you do try to lick it off, I'll just let you clean yourself up. That's not what you want, right?"

He would have replied if it weren't for the fact that she was giving him that stern, sexy professor look that turned him on. He swallowed, but nodded. "O-okay."

She smiled smugly. "Good. Now, where was I?" Using more chocolate, she dabbed some behind his ears, over his pulse points, and a dot on his nose. She looked back at her creation and tutted. "What a mess. How am I going to clean it up?"

She sucked her fingers clean, deep in thought, letting Ron suffer. He so badly wanted to lick the sweet of his lips, but he didn't want Hermione to stop. Or to have to listen to the bathroom mirror tell him off for not aiming for his mouth...again. He started when she snapped her fingers. "I got it!"

His eyes widened as she climbed into his lap and grabbed the sides of his head that weren't covered in chocolate. She turned his head this way and that, before leaning in and licking the dot on his nose.

"Mmm, real good," she whispered. Ron whimpered when she licked the corners of his lips, then his cheeks, and slowly but surely cleaning every bit of chocolate off of him. Ron's hands gripped her hips when she sucked the chocolate from behind his ears, lingering there long after the chocolate was gone.

"Hermione, you're killing me here."

"But you taste so good," she moaned, running her tongue over his Adam's Apple. His hands gripped her tighter.

"Don't say things like that," he begged. But she didn't heed his wishes. Just kept whispering little things to him about how she loved how he tasted, moaned when she hit more chocolate, even wondered aloud how it would be to lick chocolate and cream from ALL over his body.

That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. Her writhing, her moaning, the mental image of her in bed, covered in chocolate...

Ron pulled Hermione close, and smashed his lips against hers. She gasped, but smiled and kissed him back, both of their tongues dueling to get the most chocolate. The taste of the sweet mingled with their own tastes made them both groan and push to get more. Ron dipped his finger again and slipped it between their lips, both of their tongues fighting to get the upper hand.

Just as Hermione was about to do the same, they heard loud voices in the hall. Hermione had just enough time to jump off of Ron's lap before the portrait slammed open and a drenched Ginny walked in. Ron and Hermione just stared, Harry standing behind Ginny apologizing. She stomped towards the girl's dorm, Harry hurrying after her.

"I said its fine, Harry!" In a tone that said it was anything but fine.

"Ginny, what the hell happened?" demanded Ron.

"None of your damn business," she snapped. Then she glared at him, eyes zeroing in on his face. "Why the hell do you have chocolate on your face?"

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Ron couldn't help but laugh all through the rest of the day. Or during dinner. Even after Ginny smacked him around, he kept on laughing, letting out feminine giggles. As he got ready for bed, he caught sight of the lake and started chuckling.

"Really, Ron," admonished Hermione. "it's not that funny."

He tried to stop under Hermione's stern gaze, but it came out as a snort. Hermione's lips twitched and she laughed softly. "Stop that."

"I can't help it. Poor Ginny. Hell, poor Potter."

Neville had come back shortly after Ginny and Harry, face red, holding his side. It turns out Harry and Ginny were at the bank of the lake, things getting hot and heavy between them, and when Ginny reached for Harry's metaphorical wand, she grabbed his real one and stroked it, sending out sparks into the lake where the Giant Squid was trying to enjoy a lazy swim.

Since Ginny was the one to hit him with the sparks, the Squid pushed Harry off of her with a tentacle and pulled Ginny in. Harry was too shocked to do much of anything, and that pissed Ginny off the most, since it was a long drag from where they were to the lake.

"She started screaming at him," Neville recounted. "'So you can go head to head with Dementors, Death Eaters, and Voldemort, but you can't grab your wand and save me from that disgusting beast?!"

Hermione laughed as she fell into bed next to Ron, resting her head on his chest. He smelled like soap and shampoo, having scrubbed himself clean after Ginny questioned the chocolate on his face. Hermione had turned bright red, but most of the attention was on a soaked Ginny and stuttering Harry. Then after they came back down, and noticed the packages from home, the rest of the afternoon was spent eating chocolate eggs, Ginny finally being in a good enough mood to poke fun at Ron for not being able to keep the food in his mouth.

If only she knew.

Hermione kissed Ron's chin, tongue snaking out, and flicking the corner of his mouth. He smiled and kissed her softly, pulling her close and moved his lips slowly over hers. After that afternoon they spent kissing for hours, he now took his time to learn and relearn every contour of Hermione's lips and mouth. Whenever he got a chance to kiss her, he cherished every moment of it, savoring her taste, drinking in her moans and sighs. His fingers moved over her soft cheeks, hand cupping her neck, moving over the side of her body, and resting on her hips.

Hermione moved over him, his hands slipping to her lower back, holding her in place, her hair and scent surrounding him. He sighed against her mouth, moving his hands over her ass, one of his long fingers moving over her cleft and lower. Hermione gasped and quickly rolled away, her back facing him.

Ron swallowed and looked back at her. He knew these moods. They've been happening a lot since Christmas. He just had to wait a bit, let her calm down, and it'll be like it never happened.

He should have known better, though. Its been months now, he definitely should have known when to put the brakes on things. But he couldn't help it. She felt and smelt and tasted to good sometimes that he just wanted to be with her and make her feel just an ounce of pleasure that he gets from just holding her tiny body in his arms.

Ron felt her shift and wrapped his arm around her, spooning her from behind. He wanted to apologize, say something for making her feel uncomfortable around him, but it hurt that she didn't trust him.

And why the hell should she?

Ron sighed sadly and kissed her cheek. It was true, she shouldn't trust him with anything, let alone her body. But she'd let him come into her world. He let her be close to her. Hell they were sharing a bed together for Easter vacation.

But he should have known better.

"Goodnight, Mione."

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Hermione wrapped her arm around his, holding him close. She was so stupid. Why did she freak out? They went down on each other before. She's semi-stripped for him, grinded against him, had orgasms with him.

And yet she still couldn't be close to him without blushing like and idiot, or jumping at his touch. She let out a ragged sigh, turning into his arms and snuggling into his embrace.

She had to get over this hesitation to be with him. They've lasted this long together, but there was only so much rejection he could take, she thought. This was a guy who has been having sex since his third year. Who used to have several different girls in a month. But since the beginning of their Sixth Year, he's only been with her and she didn't know why. She could suggest that he could get sex from some other girl, as long as he came back to her, but the idea of him touching another girl made her ill.

Ron rubbed her back, placing a soft kiss in her hair, and she shut her eyes tight. He was so sweet, so amazing to her. The man of her dreams wants her just as badly as she does, and what does she do? She pushes him away.

So much for being the smartest witch of her time.

Ron tilted her chin up and kissed her lips. "You okay?"

Hermione tried to nod, but couldn't manage it, keeping her eyes trained on his chin. "I'm sorry."

Her eyes looked up when he chuckled softly. "Don't be. It's my fault." When she looked at him in confusion, he smiled and pecked her lips. "I already got my reward. It was all that chocolate fun we had in the day."

She was confused for a second, before realizing what he was talking about. Her mouth formed a small "o" causing Ron to lean in for another kiss. She kissed him, holding on tight to him. When he pulled away, he was still all smiles. "See, all if forgiven."

Hermione laughed, hugging Ron tight. He was more than the man of her dreams. He was the man her subconscious was afraid to think of in case it never came true and she's spend the rest of her life comparing other men to.

Ron settled them so they were comfortable enough to sleep, and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, love."

"Ron?"

"Hmm?"

"Just so you know, that wasn't your reward."

Ron's eyes snapped open, but he tried not to look too excited. She probably wasn't going to suggest what he wanted her to suggest. So he just looked at her with a curious look on his face.

"Well, seeing as how we spent an incredible Christmas at your house, I thought it would be nice if..." she took a deep breath, "ifyou'dliketospendthesummerwithme."

Ron blinked his eyes. "Hermione, I'm tired and a little sluggish. What are you...?"

"Do you want to spend the summer with me? At my house?"

Ron blinked again and Hermione sat up, exasperated. "Do. You. Want. To..." Ron put his hand over her mouth, laughing softly.

"I heard you. I'm just, surprised. Are your parents okay with this?"

Hermione nodded quickly. "Of course. I told my parents that I might bring you over this summer."

She didn't tell him about the part when they asked her if they could trust him and she said they should be able to trust him as much as she did. That was enough for them.

Ron smirked. "You planning my summer already?"

Hermione blushed. "No no, of course not. I just thought you'd like to...But if you don't I understand. You're right, I shouldn't have assumed..."

Ron kissed her quiet and Hermione glared. "There are other ways to get my attention, Ronald."

"Yeah, but they're not as fun."

She rolled her eyes. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

She huffed, falling back into bed, pulling the blanket over her head. Her voice was muffled, but he definitely caught a "Honestly, Ronald!"

He pulled the blanket away, and she gave him a vicious look, but he kissed it away. "I'd love to spend the summer with you and your parents. Probably won't be able to get away with the same things we did at my house, but as long as I get to spend the days with you uninterrupted, it'll be amazing."

Hermione smiled gently, pulling him in for a kiss. Oh yeah, he was definitely the guy for her.

Ron noticed her looking at him with a blush. "What is it now?"

Hermione looked at his chest, tracing patterns on it with her fingers. "My parents won't be there for most of the summer." She felt him stiffen under her touch, but continued. "They have some dentist convention in the States for July and most of August."

"And...and they said it was okay to have a boy over while they're away?"

"Well they trust me, and trust my ability to hex you into next Sunday if you try anything on me."

Ron chuckled and held her against him, raining kisses on her face. This girl, she was everything he never knew he wanted. He knew he said it before, but he'd say it again and again, after every time she did something that would amaze and shock him. He looked down at her bright, brown eyes, shining at him with some unknown emotion that he knew was present in his eyes as well.

He should look away and break the spell that she had him under, but he didn't want to. His heart sped up, and his stomach filled with butterflies. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she smiled shyly. She linked her fingers with his and rested them over his heart, his other hand wrapped around her back, holding her close.

As he watched her eyes close and her breathing even out, he started to think about holding her like this over the summer, getting the chance to sleep next to her like this everyday. No sex, that wasn't important when there were moments like this. Not when he got to hold her and protect her in his arms. Not when she felt so good, so right, by his side.

He kissed the back of her hand and images of them growing older and sharing more times like these flitted through his mind. Living in their own house, gray hairs flecked in her mane, laugh lines around her mouth and eyes. It wasn't until he envisioned kids running around that he froze and backed away from her. She sleepily tried to reach for him, and since there was no where else to go for him, he stayed put, letting her wrap herself around him.

He recognized that look. The one they were giving each other. It was a strong, potent look. One that spoke of nothing and everything all at once. It was a look he'd seen his parents share since forever.

It was a look of...

NO! No no no no no! It could not be that. It can't be that. He looked down at her again and smiled softly, before his eyes widened in horror.

Oh Merlin, it was....

What the fuck have you done now, Weasley?