Together - R/Hr - PG-13
Title: Together
Author: shocolate
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Words: 1154
Rating: PG-13

Happy Day-Late Birthday, my beloved cork - while I love you enjoying my Harry/Ron, there is nothing I love more than writing Ron/Hermione for you.

Could she love him more???


Together
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I hadn't slept for several days, and I'd been burnt and dragoned and Hexed and my brother had died before my eyes, and I'd never felt worse, until I saw Harry dead, and then I didn't just feel bad, my heart didn't simply break, but I felt bad about feeling so bad, what with my brother being dead.

And I'd kissed Hermione.

I think.

I hadn't slept for several days, and everything was a nightmarish blur.

But I'm pretty sure I'd kissed Hermione.

Harry killed You Know Who and I kissed Hermione.

I'm pretty sure it was that way around, but I hadn't slept for several days, and it did seem a bit greedy for two of my fondest fantasies to have come true in one day.

But a pretty strong clue was the fact that Hermione followed me up to bed.

We'd shared that effing tent for months, admittedly, and I was used to being able to watch her sleep, but I'd managed sleeping on the floor in Bill's lounge, while Hermione slept above me.

Not above me in a cloud of sweaty hair, her breasts pressed against my chest and her thighs still griping mine, but in the spare room, on the floor above me, while I slept on the floor with Harry.

I'd managed to sleep without being able to hear her breathing, and I wasn't arrogant enough to think that'd change, and it never occurred to me that she'd need to hear me breathe.

I don't consider breathing to be one of my strong points.

But Harry and I had staggered up to our old dorm, to find Neville already snoring, rather nostalgically, and I watched fondly as Harry kicked off his shoes and stretched out on his old bed, and fell instantly asleep. I removed his glasses and dropped them on his bedside table and I yawned and rolled my shoulders, and my eyelids were so heavy that I could almost hear myself blink, and I lay down and dropped my own shoes over the end of my bed, and I curled on my side and Hermione lay down beside me.

And I realised that she had followed us. That she hadn't been more than an arm's length away from me from the moment that we had desperately clung to Harry, when it was all over.

She sighed deeply, snuggled closer, rested her head on my shoulder, smiled sleepily and closed her eyes.

And mine flew open as I wrapped my arms around her.

I hadn't slept for several days, and I was out the far side of exhausted, but Hermione was asleep, in my arms, in my bed, and I couldn't just sleep.

Weren't we supposed to… to talk about… stuff, first? We'd shared a pretty impressive kiss, admittedly, but was that it?

Were we together?

Were we sleeping together?

Well, no, I was wide awake.

OK, it's not as if we needed to… date… to… get to know each other.

I was completely hers, body and soul, she only had to ask.

Well, actually, she didn't even have to ask.

And I don't like to assume things, because that's usually where I go wrong, but I assumed she felt the same way.

So.

We were together.

This was it.

I could watch her, while she slept.

I could hold her, while she slept.

I could… press a kiss into her smoke-filled hair and fall asleep.

So I did.

I woke at I have no idea what time, on I have no idea what day, to see Harry sitting on the side of his bed and grinning at me like a madman.

"What?" I asked.

He snorted.

I'd seen him sitting on the side of that bed a few thousand times and my brain wasn't working properly and I didn't know why he was filthy dirty, or why he was smiling like a lunatic.

I pushed Hermione's hair out of my face and frowned at him.

"What…?"

I pushed Hermione's hair out of my face…

I scrambled away from her so quickly that I fell off the far side of the bed.

Harry choked with laughter and Hermione woke and blinked slowly at me as I knelt and peered over the edge of the mattress at the girl of my dreams, all grubby and sleepy and adorable, with pillow creases on her cheek from my pillow.

"Ron?" she croaked, before clearing her throat and sitting up.

"Sorry," I said, climbing to my feet. "I… forgot."

"Uh oh," Harry muttered. "Even I know you don't tell a girl you've forgotten sleeping with her, while she's still in your bed."

"Ignore him," Hermione said, smiling up at me.

I ignored him.

"Sorry," I said again, sitting beside her and taking her hand. "It was a really long day…"

"You're filthy," she said, touching my cheek and gazing deep into my eyes.

"I'm still here, you know," Harry said cheerfully.

"Not that his behaviour is filthy," Hermione said, not breaking eye contact to look at him. "Although that is something I'm looking forward to." I grinned widely and Harry choked. "But look at him; look at all of us. We were too tired to wash last night."

I sniffed gingerly at an armpit and wondered how she'd managed to sleep in my arms.

"Shower," I muttered.

"Hmmm," she said, reaching for her beaded bag on my bedside table and digging out towels and soap and clean clothes.

"This'll be interesting," Harry said, accepting his armful.

"I'm pretty sure you haven't forgotten how to wash, Harry," Hermione said.

"I'm fine," he said, stretching and cracking his neck. "I'm just looking forward to watching you two shower together."

"I beg your pardon?" I asked.

"Or something a bit less pervy," he admitted. "It's just that you're taking the concept of being 'together' a bit too literally."

"Fuck off, Harry," I said, not ready to be teased about it.

"Yes, fuck off, Harry," Hermione echoed and I sniggered. "Have you even spoken to Ginny since you died?"

Harry muttered something and toed the carpet awkwardly and slunk out of the dorm.

"So," I said hopefully. "Do we shower together?"

"No," she said firmly, gathering up her belongings. "Not yet." She blushed and I swallowed hard. "I'll see you in the Common Room."

I caught her hand as she climbed out of my bed.

"But we're…" I shrugged and waggled my eyebrows and pursed my lips.

"How could anyone turn down such an offer?" she said wryly.

"Together," I croaked.

"Completely," she said, bending to press a soft kiss to my lips.

I nodded happily and watched her leave, with a lingering glance behind her, before picking up my stuff and hurrying off to shower with Harry and then get my hands back on my girlfriend.

Hermione.

Hermione was my girlfriend.

It had been a pretty amazing couple of days.

But we were finally together.