Life after war

Ron and Hermione get together after the war ............. are they gonna be safe? what if there are still dark people around wanting to take revenge on them for helping Harry defeat the dark lord?


5. Chapter 5

Ron's POV

I was shocked; she was quite a good kisser.How come I never felt it before? I stroked her surprisingly soft cheek. She didn't flinch or move away. My arm was still wrapped around her shoulder I turned her slender body towards me, she still didn't resist. Her hands found their way to the back of my neck before tangling themselves in my hair slightly. "Just forgot my pl-" George's voice announced as he came into the room "Oh!" he said in bewildered amusement. Git. He'd just ruined a perfect moment. Hermione had finally jumped away from me, shooting to the other side of the sofa, and a beautiful pink blush had risen in her usually pale cheeks. "Right then," said George with a grin and an obvious wink at me, " I'll see you two later." and with that he disapparated. "Umm," I muttered embarrassed and annoyed by my brother's sudden appearance. Hermione was avoiding my eyes before looking at her book on the table and standing up. "I have to, ah,!" Hermione mumbled and before I could reply she darted out the room and upstairs.


She still wouldn't look into my eyes at dinner. George kept smirking at us so I kicked him. Everyone chattered excitedly about Ginny and Harry's wedding plans. My little Ginny was barely 17! She shouldn't be getting married even if he was the chosen one, the defeater of the Dark Lord, the boy-who-lived and all that. I knew Harry would be loyal but I still wanted to protect my sister. Hermione was to be her maid of honor and they were going over dress ideas. I noticed a determined glint in her eye. It was there when she studied, or had been a prefect, and I remember it well from our D.A. lessons. It was kinda hot. She was twiddling her hair around her index finger and pointing to dresses in a catalogue from Madam Malkin's. "Did you swallow a daydream charm, Ron?" asked Hermione playfully "Hmmm?" I looked up at her "maybe, or maybe you're the one imagining things, Granger." I replied slyly "Thank you for dinner, mother," I said in mock politeness as I got up. "Yes," said George "it was quite delectable." And with that I walked out the room, smirking. As I reached the door I turned and winked sneakily at Hermione she grinned back up at me, less reserved then before and gave a cheeky little wave. I had a feeling this exchange didn't go unnoticed around the table.

-Hermione's POV

I watched him go with a strange kind of sadness and embarrassment . I turned back to Ginny who was staring at me, gob-smacked. And Harry had a look of mild surprise on his face. "What. The. Hell. Was. That?" she whispered. "What?" I asked innocently blushing slightly. "You and Ron! That's what!" she shot back. "We were just talking." I continued innocently. "That was not just talking," she laughed quietly "that was flirting. Trust me, I'm Ginny Weasley, I know flirting when I see it." She announced. I just giggled knowingly as I stood up. "Thanks for the soup Mrs. Weasley." I said and she nodded at me in approval, giving me a slightly quizzical look as I turned and went into the front room where I found the George. "Hey," I breathed looking at Ron. His bright blue eyes shimmered in the firelight, he really was quite handsome. "Hey." he replied

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