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The Time In Between by sleazy for weasley
Chapter 5 : Mattress Conversations
 
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Ron woke first. He looked down to see the sleeping girl in his arms and his heart swelled in his chest. It hadn't been a dream after all. Pulling a lock of hair from her face, he tried not to wake her. The sun stretched out across their bed, rising over their bodies. She began to stir.

When she woke, she looked up at him with her big, bright eyes, and he kissed her forehead. Shivers ran down her spine as she relaxed into his body.

"Morning," he breathed into her hair.

She tried to suppress a giggle far too girly for her liking. "Good morning."

They heard a door shut in one of the other bedrooms, followed by footsteps. Ron glanced at the clock.

"Eleven o'clock."

Hermione groaned. "There's still a world outside?"

He laughed, looking down at her. The look in her eyes caught his breath in his throat. He ran his fingers down her cheek."I wish we could spend the whole day like this."

"I think they'd catch on," she laughed. "We should make sure we go downstairs at different times too."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, why don't you go have a shower first and then I'll pretend to wake up when your done?"

"Sure." For a moment, she didn't move at all, and then suddenly she sat up, kissed him on the cheek, and darted out the door. He laughed.

Ron Weasley's mind went racing. He had fallen asleep holding the girl he loved, and now he knew there was nothing in the world that could keep him away from her. So he waited, listening to the sound of the shower, and when she went downstairs, he sat for a moment before getting out of bed. He decided then and there that he would have to come sneak into her room again every night.






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"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm just not up to it today."

He put his hand out to stop Ginny from shutting the door. He'd arrived that morning to take her out for the day as he'd promised, but she had changed her mind. "Ginny, please, come out with me."

"Not. Today." She was already in a mood.

"Gin, I'm serious, just talk to me, what's-"

"Not today, Harry!" She cried, making one last attempt to shut her bedroom door.

Harry suddenly decided what needed doing. He followed her, shutting the door behind him, and pulled her in tight. Hugging Harry, Ginny couldn't hold it in. She felt the tears begin to well up. He pulled her over and sat her on her bed, keeping his arms around her while she began to cry into his shoulder. He stroked her long red hair. In all the years he'd known Ginny Weasley, he could never get over his obsession with her hair.

"I'm sorry," she tried to wipe her face. He took her head in his hands and did it for her.

"Stop it, don't apologize, it's alright,"

She let some of the tension fall from her shoulders. They were now sitting on her bed opposite each other, their knees pushed together. He wiped the tears from her face and then took his hands in hers.

"Look at me," he said, drawing her face to his. "Ginny, don't you ever apologize for something like this. I want you to come to me whenever you need me, for anything, got that?"

She nodded.

"Good. Now," he leaned in. "Talk to me."

"Well, this morning I was looking through my letters to find that one you sent me last summer, and I found one Fred sent me while I was away at school..."

And so Ginny began to talk. And as she did, Harry listened. He didn't find it a chore or a bother, he just took in ever word she said, and soon they were laying down on her bed, on their backs, with one of his arms around her shoulders. She held his other hand in hers, and they sort of played with each other's fingers as they stared at the ceiling and talked. Ginny told Harry that ever day without Fred was like sky that was not blue - the sun and the clouds and the earth and the ground were there, and life still went on, but there was a constant absence, something was always missing. She told him about how much she missed him, and then he talked about how he missed him too. And they talked about Lupin and Tonks, and Sirius and Dumbledore. They talked about the good memories and the things they missed most. Harry talked about how lonely he felt as a child, and it was Ginny's turn to listen, but they didn't stay on it long. Harry wanted to hear everything Ginny had to say. He did not care if he was coping well himself, he would be okay if she was. And as she told him of how hard it was to stay at Hogwarts not knowing where he was, he realized that he had something he had to tell her.

"Do you remember our first kiss?" He asked, locking his fingers between hers as tightly as possible.

She laughed. "Of course. Ron's face?"

"I was afraid he was going to hit me." He listened to her beautiful laugh.

"I'd hit him back! None of his business who I decided to kiss!"

"His best friend kissing his sister? I'd say it's a bit of his business. It's a bit of my business that he's kissing - or, going to be kissing Hermione and she's not actually my sister! But I suppose that's a bit different, we've all seen that coming for years."

"And you don't think anyone saw us coming?" She looked over at him.

Harry brushed a lock of hair from her face. Seeing Ginny laying beside of him like that made him imagine their life together - waking every morning to look over at her like that.

"I didn't. But that doesn't change that I love you."

Something grew in her eyes. Something that made him love her even more. "What did you say?"

He took her face in his hands. "I love you, Ginny. I've been in love with you for a long time now."

She kissed him fiercely, over and over and over, and between kisses she managed to slip out the words "I love you too," before he wrapped her up tightly and they snogged until they heard Molly coming.






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Hermione didn't look up from her book for what seemed like an eternity. With Fleur in the room, she was afraid that if she looked at Ron, she would give something away. They hadn't officially said anything even between the two of them, but it was pretty clear where things were going, especially since he kissed her head when he entered the room, only to be followed in by Fleur, shutting them both up. After realizing that Hermione clearly wasn't going to pay attention, Ron got up and went to help Bill do something in the shed. The days were passing slowly now that they had so much free time and nothing really to do with it.

It was only when Ron left that Hermione felt she could safely look up from her book. She then noticed that Fleur was flipping through a cookbook rather than her usual french romance novels.

"Would you like help with dinner, Fleur?" Hermione offered.

"Thank you, 'Ermione, zat would be lovely. I am making a roast. I could eat a 'ole pig myself!"

Hermione frowned. Fleur was not a woman with a large appetite normally. She ate like a pecking bird.

But before she could question anything, Fleur had picked a recipe and whipped her into the kitchen with excitement, much to Ron's dismay, because the whole thing seemed to take the entire afternoon.

After his impatience got the best of him, Ron slipped into the room again and spoke up. "How long do you think this will take you to prepare?"

Fleur waved him off. "We weell be a while, Ronald, why don't you send a message to 'Arry and 'ave him bring Ginny for dinner? There will be lots to eat!"

Ron dragged off like a displeased toddler. Fleur laughed.

"He wants me to leave you alone with him."

Hermione blushed. "He's just bored. Ignore him."

"But he is so in love with you, when is he going to tell you?"

She shook her head, as if that indicated some sort of answer, and turned away to hide her face.

Once the food was in the stove, Hermione headed upstairs to find Ron, but he popped out of Harry's room and grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth to keep her from yelling. Laughing and shushing her, he dragged her into his room and pulled her onto the bed with him. He was kissing her before she could finish laughing.

"What on earth-" she tried to get out between their frantic snogging. "-was that all about?"

He didn't answer, just laid down and pulled her on top of him. His kisses moved quite quickly from her lips to her neck.

"Stop! Stop!" She giggled, pushing back to look into his eyes. "Is this what you're always going to be like? I don't think I can keep shoving you off like this!"

He frowned. "And what makes you think I want to keep this up?"

When they both broke out into smiles, she brushed his hair off his face, adoration in her arms that made him melt. "So... are we official now?"

He groaned.

"I'm serious, Ron! We really need to talk about this,"

"I know, I know," he said, rolling her off of him and propping himself up to face her. "It's just... are you going to make me say it?"

She grinned. "Yes."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, tearing his eyes away from hers so he didn't laugh at the giddy grin on her face. "Yes, alright? We're official."

"Officially what?" She pried.

"Dating! Happy? I'm officially your boyfriend and you're officially my girlfriend."

It was all she needed to hear, and despite being embarrassed to say it, he was glad to hear it too. He kissed her and kissed her and they stayed in his bed, wrapped up in the top sheet, soaking up each other's admiration.

In all her years with him at her side, it was a wonderful moment for Hermione to realize that Ron Weasley was actually her boyfriend.

They decided to wait to tell everyone, so that night they stayed apart from each other, but once everyone was in bed, Ron snuck in to her room and wrapped his arms around a half-asleep Hermione, and they drifted off quite quickly.


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