A Rermione Fanfiction

All was peaceful. Well, about as peaceful as it can be at the Weasly burrow. Ginny was quietly asleep in her room, the twins were snoring in harmony in their two identical beds, Mr/Mrs. Weasley were asleep in their bedroom, arms around each other in an old lovers embrace. The normally creaking floorboards were silent, and all to be heard were the blue jays tweeting in the backyard. Ronald Billius Weasley was too asleep in his bed, the covers drawn over his head and his face buried deep into his pillow. Lately, he's been having very graphic dreams about a certain female friend. And though his mind is telling him to stop with these dreams, his heart is singing a whole different tune.

Hermione's arms were around his neck, a small sweet smile quirking up the sides of her plump, precious pink lips. Ron's hands were confidently on her waist, fingers dancing over her hip bones. Even in a dream, his desperation, frustration, and hunger was obvious. What couldn't be known in the real world, his dream world made crystal clear. His hands tightened on her hips as he brought her closer with a rough tug. Then, he did something so smooth (something he'd obviously screw up had he not been dreaming), so romantic, it made his heart beat faster with want outside of his unconsciousness. He twirled Hermione to the side, gripped her hand, then bent her down to the floor, his other hand on the small of her back.

Hermione's gorgeous, dreamy brown eyes widened with surprise, an adorable, somehow sinful innocence plastered all over her angelic face.

"Ron..." Her voice came out breathless and dazed, sending a rush of fire through his veins. She was too innocent, too striking for her own good. He could spend a whole day just staring at her. She would never know how mesmerizing he found her.

He tucked a strand of her wild, curly chocolate hair behind her ear, a small shushing noise leaving his lips. As if drawn together like two magnets, they started leaning towards each other slowly, like old lovers who have all the time in the world to start a small flame of passion and keep it going until it turns into a wild fire, consuming everything around them, and eventually themselves. Hermione's eyes slowly fluttered closed as she waited expectantly for her best friend to kiss her. And oh, how he wanted to. But just before their lips could make contact, a voice from outside his consciousness yelled:

"RONALD! WAKE UP!"

"Arg!!!!" His eyes flew open and the covers dropped from his face as he bolted up in bed. He blinked once, not sure if he was still dreaming. In front of him stood Hermione Granger, dressed in faded jeans, her pink hoodie, and a pair of grey sneakers. He sat there, waiting for her to throw herself into his arms and kiss him, hoping he was still asleep. But in his world, he almost never got what he hoped for.

"Why are you still asleep, Ron? It's nearly 10:00 am." Hermione asked, already wide awake and ready to tackle the day.

"I have a better question, Mione." Ron said groggily, his mind too hazy to register that he used his affectionate nickname for Hermione, or that her cheeks had turn a light shade of pink. "Why are you here? I thought you were staying with your parents during summer break."

"I was going to... but they called me yesterday to tell me they were planning on going on a romantic cruise.." She responded, shifting her feet slightly, causing the old floors to creak quietly.

Not knowing how to respond to that, he said the first thing that popped into his head. "About time they did something romantic. I was beginning to think that one of them developed some sort of sexual disease. Like that one..." Ron struggled to remember the disease he had read in one of Hermione's muggle books once. "Herpes!" He announced, quite loudly.

An appalled look flashed across Hermione's face, and before Ron could blink, she had rushed to his side and gave him a good punch in the shoulder, hard enough to make him groan and wince. "Ronald! The one time you remeber something from a book, and it's to insult my parents?!"

"OW! Jeez, Hermione. I wasn't insulting them. Well, at least, I didn't mean to.." Ron said, mumbling an apology.

Hermione's eyes softened. "That's okay, Ron. I know how it would look that way to you." She sits down on the edge of his bed, sighing. "I'm happy for them.. but at the same time, I miss them."

Ron shifted out of bed and came to sit next to Hermione, gingerly wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "It's okay, Hermione. You'll see them eventually." He cleared his throat, then did the only thing he knew how to do to lighten the mood. He used humor. "If you don't like my company, you could have said so, Mione. You don't have to lie and say you miss your parents."

Hermione tried to supress a giggle, but failed. Ron widened his eyes in mock horror. "Bloody hell! Did Hermione Jean Granger actually giggle?! Call an ambulance!"

Hermione started to laugh, the sound of it sending goosebumps up and down Ron's arms. Hermione's laugh was beautiful, like wind chimes dancing in an autumn breeze. It was a sound he would never grow tired of.

"I think i'll survive, Ron." Hermione said, a wide grin across her face. Her cheeks were candy apple red from all the laughing.

Ron supressed a groan. Just when I thought she couldn't get anymore beautiful, he thought to himself.

After a few moments of silence, Hermione spoke up. "We should probably get downstairs. I'm sure your mother has breakfast done already."

"Yeah.." Ron said, relief flooding through him. He went to stand up but his leg caught on the blanket and he started to fall.

"Ron!" Hermione squeaked, tugging him backwards by the back of his pj top. She must of tugged harder than she thought, because Ron stumbled backwards and landed right on top of her.

"R-Ron....?" Hermione said quietly, looking up at him.

"Y-Yes, Mione?" Ron replied, his heartbeat racing a million miles an hour.

"Could you please get off of me? You are kinda crushing my pelvis..."

"Oh! RIGHT!" Ron said quickly, practically throwing himself off of Hermione.

Hermione sat up. "Ron.. why are you acting so weird? Well.. weirder than usual."

Bloody hell, he wanted to tell her so bad. But at the same time.. if she didn't feel the same, things between them would never be the same again. He sighed, his shoulder slumping.

"I must just be hungry or something." He replied, mentally calling himself a liar and a coward.

"Well. We better get down to breakfast then." Hermione said, standing up and making her way over to the door. She looked back at Ron, who was still standing in the middle of the room. "You coming Ron?"

"Oh.. yeah.." He responded absently, following her out of his bedroom and down the creaky stairs.