Jan 11, 2009 20:55
“You want another one?” Ron gestured at Harry with his wand. Holding up his empty butterbeer bottle, Harry nodded.
“I appreciate what you both want to do,” said Hermione, “but I’m going on my own. I’ll be fine.”
Ron rounded on her, butterbeers forgotten. “The hell you are. Are you mental? There are still Death Eaters out there, you know. No,” he said firmly, “you’re not going alone.”
From his cot across the room, Harry sat up. “Ron, I think -”
“Shut up, Harry. Hermione, you are not going to Australia alone and that’s final.”
Hermione snorted. “Final? Final?”
Harry sighed and stood up. “I’ll go see what Ginny’s doing.” Neither Ron nor Hermione noticed him leave.
“I lost Fred. I’m not losing you.”
Silence roared around the room after Ron’s pronouncement. They stood there, looking at each other.
“Ron…” Hermione flung herself at him. Ron’s arms clasped her to him, and before he could think his mouth was on hers. It wasn’t one of the gentle, brief kisses he’d given her over the last few days, but a hungry, hard possessing kiss.
“OW!” Ron jumped back, breathing hard. Shocked, Hermione looked at him, wondering what had happened when Ron began to hop around on one foot, holding the other with one hand while holding his smoking wand in the other.
“Ron, what -?”
“Sparks. Ow! Nearly burnt my bloody foot off.”
“Did that happen with - did that ever happen before?”
He hopped to his bed and sat down to examine his foot. “What d’you mean ‘did it - oh. Er, no. Never.” He rubbed his foot, looking at her hungrily.
Hermione looked pleased. “Good.”
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