"Ron..." Hermione began, "Are you nervous?"

"About the war? Of course." He answered simply. Hermione shook her head slowly and peered up at him. His fiery hair was not as vibrant due to the darkness of the tent. Harry had gone outside to take watch, while Hermione and Ron cuddled inside the tent for warmth. One blanket was lost in a snow storm and Harry had one outside, so there was only one for both of them to share; not that either seemed to mind...

"Not about the war... Right now." Hermione said slowly. Ron looked down at her and met her gaze. His eyebrows had furrowed and a confused look had taken hold of his face.

"Why would I be nervous?"

"Your heart... it's beating really fast." Hermione said quietly. Her head was leaning against his chest and she could hear the thuds of his racing heart.

"Oh," He said clearing his throat. "I'm just thinking about things." He lied. He didn't want to tell her the truth; that her being so close made his heart thump and quicken it's pace. That the smell of her hair was truly intoxicating to him. That the way she whispered made his heart melt and forced his brain to grow fuzzy.

"You're lying." She whispered. Ron shot her a quizzical look and they just stared at each other for a moment.

"Why do you say that?"

"Your heart beat quickened again when you said it."

"Oh..." He trailed off and turned to face away from her. Thank god for the darkness of the tent, or she would have seen the growing blush on Ron's cheeks.

"So, why is it?" She asked and he turned to look at her again.

"Why is what?"

"Why is it your so nervous?"

"I just...I just like spending time with you. We never really are alone, just us without Harry. I guess it makes me a little nervous." Ron whispered with a husky chuckle.

"Why would it make you nervous?"

"I don't know..." Ron trailed off and felt his heart quicken.

"You're lying." Hermione observed. Ron groaned and looked her in the eye.

"Bloody hell, woman; stop listening to my heart beat." Ron joked and she smiled lightly.

"Just tell me why!" Hermione whined. Ron sighed and closed his eyes, summing up the courage to just tell the damn girl.

"Have you ever wanted to do something so badly, but couldn't find the courage to?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Yes." Hermione whispered back. "What do you want to do?"

Ron's eyes slowly opened and he stared into her beautiful brown eyes for a moment. Ever so gently, he bent down and placed a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Am I nervous now?" He whispered in a low voice. Hermione shook off the shock of what just happened and opened her mouth to respond.

"Yes. But you shouldn't be." She whispered back. Before he could respond, she leaned up and kissed his lips; kissed him with 6 years of pent up passion.

I apologize if this sucks. I am yet to sleep and it's 5:33 in the morning. Everything is quite fuzzy at the moment and I don't know if this made sense at all. Review(: