-answer to DRACO”S_GIRL165’s Twilight quote challenge-
“I love you, I want you. Right now.”
Hermione Granger sighed as she listened to the droning of Professor Binns, wishing she were anywhere but here. Ron and Harry sat next to her, talking silently about Quidditch, not even bothering to take notes at all. She rested her hand on her chin, and gazed out the window into the snow covered hills.

~

Hermione smiled as she sat down on the soft grass by the pond of the Burrow, finally getting some time to herself. Summer was finally here, and she wanted to spend as much free time with her friends as she could before going off with Ron and Harry. It was also a couple days before Fleur’s wedding. She lay down on the grass, looking up at the big white clouds above her. After a while of resting, she heard shuffling behind her. She turned around, and saw Ron sitting about a yard behind her. She beckoned for him to come over to her. He sheepishly walked towards her and sat down next. Sighing, she looked across the pond towards the woods that covered the land.

“Hermione, what’s going on? I mean, what’s going on between us?” Ron asked, turning to look at her, even though she was still looking ahead.

“Ron, I don’t know. Yes, you did help me cope with Dumbledore’s death…and I thank you. It was kind of you, but it might be too late to start anything right now.” Hermione said, now turning to look at him.

“What do you mean? It will be alright. We can survive you know.” He said, looking down at the grass.

“Oh, Ron. I know we can. But, I’m afraid, if we do start something…at the end, one of us will,” she couldn’t make out the word. It was too hard.

“Oh my god. Don’t start that. No! None of us is going to die, yes I said it, but me, you, Harry…we’re going to survive you know. I can feel it. And when we do, what’s going to happen?” Ron asked, and looked into her eyes.

“I don’t know Ron, I don’t know.” Said Hermione, and her curly hair shook from side to side as she shook her head. She looked up into Ron’s face, his beautiful face. She wanted so bad to touch him, to show him her pain. But she couldn’t, it was too complicated. She didn’t want it to end at an early death. She was scared.

“Hermione, are you alright?” Ron asked, trying to read her troubled expression.

“No, I’m not. Ron, I love you, I want you. Right now.” Hermione couldn’t believe what she had just said…she had dreamed it forever and ever. It was impossible. Impossible now seemed possible.

Ron looked into her eyes, held her chin, and kissed her. It was unlike anything he had ever imagined. And he imagined a lot. He was euphoric with himself. She fell weak against his skin, as he ran his hand down her spine. She gently entwined her hands in his hair, his lovely, gorgeous red hair. Yet again she was weak at his touch. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and she up his side and to his back.

Ron placed both of his hands to either of her shoulders, causing her to break apart, despite her longing desire not to. “Yes?” She asked, wanting to go back to where they were.

“Listen to me.” Ron said as he simultaneously shook her. “You are going to survive. We will survive. This is not over. There is so much that we can do. You know that, right? We’re going to live on…start something.” Ron suddenly grew a little faint; Hermione slid her arms around his waist.

“I know.” She whispered in his ear. “I know Ron; it’s going to be okay.”


“Ms. Granger!” Came the small mouse of a voice. Hermione jumped, and brought her hand from her chin to the table.

“Yes?” She asked, coming back to reality. Reality without Ron. Well, he was sitting right next to her, snickering, but that was beside the point.
“What is so interesting that is out the window? Would you like to tell us?” Asked the notorious professor, jumping a little as he talked. Everyone in the whole class, including Malfoy and his gang. Yuck.

“Um…nothing, sir.” Hermione answered.

“Well, I suggest you pay attention then!” Squeaked Binns, and went back to his lecture on vampires.

“What was that all about?” Asked Ron and Hermione turned to look at him. She immediately had a different view of him now; he looked stronger, even sexier now.

“N-Nothing. Nothing at all. I’ll tell you later.” And tell him later she would. She realized she had to. She might never get another chance.

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