Ron stared hard into Hermione's eyes; she was turning her head away from him and attempting to free her arm from his firm grasp. After many attempts of trying to free herself, she faced defeat and looked straight into Ron's eyes, not knowing where exactly this conversation was leading to.

"What do you mean by that, Ron?" Hermione asked quietly, trying very hard to hide the panic in her voice.

"You know what I mean," Ron said simply. Hermione scoffed and looked the other way, "obviously I don't, why else would I be asking?" But she did know what he meant; she just wanted him to reassure her that what she was thinking was correct.

"Because you want me to do the talking, I know you a little better than that," replied Ron, with a smirk on his face. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked up to him, suddenly remembering how close they were at the moment, blushed, and said, "Well if you know everything, how about you read my mind, what am I thinking right now?"

"I don't have to tell you that, because your hand is telling me everything I need to know," said Ron when quickly glancing down to Hermione's hand which was placed on his chest. Hermione jerked her hand away suddenly and turned as red as Ron's hair. Obviously, Ron thought this was amusing, because he burst into a giggling fit. After a minute or so he noticed the don't-push-it-or-else look on Hermione's face and stopped, wrapped his fingers around the hand which Hermione unconsciously using to feel his chest moments ago and said, "We've known each other for quite some time now, and I couldn't wait much longer, but I need some reassurance from you too, Hermione,"

Hermione enclosed her loose fingers around Ron's while blushing lightly and moved a little closer to his warm body. At this moment their legs were touching and Hermione's nose was in inch away from Ron's chin. Noticing that Hermione was now relaxing and deeply interested in what he had to say, Ron felt a little more confident.

"First of all, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for my stupid git-like behavior in the past, and that I'm sure that I'll be a lot more mature from now on, and … um … " Ron stopped to think for a minute, scratched his chin, and added, "I'll even help you out with all your spew stuff if you like!"

"It's S.P.E.W Ron, not spew!" Hermione shrieked in defense. She realized the timing of her outburst was way off, nervously glanced over to Ron, who in turn started to laugh hysterically.

"You won't let me live without correcting my every fault, isn't that right Hermione?" he said and laughed again. Hermione wore a toothy grin and nodded.

"OK, where was I? Oh yes, you see … I-I need reassurance from you. See the thing is, I like being around you, even though I have a row with you every once in a while." Ron said, looking at the floor and determined not to meet Hermione's gaze. His ears turned crimson and he slowly looked over to her eyes and added, "You get what I'm trying to say, right?"

Hermione smiled, "I'm not sure exactly, but I'll go with my instincts." She looked up at him and hesitated, she then told herself that this was the precise moment if she wanted to pursue a relationship with him. She was hardly ever wrong, and she thought the fire burning inside of her shared her incredible brain power, made up her mind, and then moved forward.

She suddenly closed the space between them and lightly kissed a bewildered Ron, who momentarily kept his eyes open due to shock and then closed them and shyly returned the kiss. Ron then seized his opportunity and wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist while she placed her arms around his broad shoulders. Hermione suddenly broke the kiss to gasp for air and giggled; Ron bit his lip hastily and then gave a toothy smile to Hermione, and moved in again to kiss her. It felt so right for the both of them, being in each other's arms and savoring the moment. It was beautiful.

Ron broke the kiss and looked at Hermione; she still had her eyes closed just as if she were expecting him to move in again. "That was bloody amazing, Hermione," he said while pressing his nose against hers. Hermione opened her eyes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"It sure was, I was waiting for a long time, but then I realized how long I'd have to wait if you were the one to make the first move." Hermione said, while Ron scoffed.

"Well I was trying to tell you – " Ron started, but Hermione interrupted, "That you had feelings for me? Ron I know you were trying to say that you –""Love you," Ron said, while slightly tightened his hold around her. Hermione opened her mouth as if to speak and closed it again, then looked up again and whispered, "I know. I love you too."

They gazed into each other's eyes for a while and then Hermione kissed Ron softly on his lips. He brushed her bushy hair and tucked some of her unruly bangs behind her ear, and kissed her forehead. They both settled for lying on Ron's bed with his arms wrapped firmly around Hermione's tiny frame. It took them a matter of minutes to drift off into a peaceful slumber; they didn't even notice Harry walk in at 8 in the morning, and leaving again to rouse and many as he could to witness what was taking place in Ron's bedroom.

End

A/N: Well... I think that should do it…. I'm not sure if it was a satisfying ending or not… maybe I could add a little here and there to satisfy the readers. Lemme know what you guys think! Oh and by the way, this is supposed to take place during the summer holidays after their sixth year. I didn't bother to include horcruxes or Dumbledore's death, etc. Oh and I know that they hook up differently in the last book, BUT I LIKE THIS WAY TOO :)