Title: I Think We're Alone Now
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 465
Summary: Hermione lived for these moments.
Originally written for Round 3, Week 6 of
rwhg_ldws. Prompt: One Line (first or last)
However, I was (rightly) DQed for putting my one line in the wrong place. *headdesk* School has eaten my brain. But if I get a chance to participate in the future, you can be sure I'll be double checking the prompts. ;) This has been a lot of fun. I'm grateful for everyone who voted for my stories from week to week, and to Step for letting me participate. ♥
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The white beeswax candles hovering over the tables were burning low. There was a general sense of contentment among the group of Weasleys and friends sitting around the wooden tables set up end-to-end in the Burrow's back garden. While Harry had told Mrs. Weasley he didn't want a birthday party, she would hear none of it and threw herself wholeheartedly into creating a nice birthday dinner, inviting all the people who loved him. This was their first celebratory gathering since the war and there was a rawness to it, a hesitancy as though they didn't want to appear too merry.
Little by little, the party began to disburse and people began to drift in groups around the garden and back into the house. Hermione sat at the table listening to a conversation Ginny and Luna were having about Whackspurts. The elderflower wine she had drunk was making everything a bit blurred around the edges.
Hermione felt a large hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Ron smiling down at her. The flush in his cheeks indicated that he had indulged in the wine as well.
He leaned down and whispered, "Let's get out of here."
Taking his proffered hand, she let him lead her away from the party. They made their way carefully in the dark, trying to avoid stepping in gnome holes until they reached the side of the house. She stood with her back against the wall, feeling the roughness of the wood through her thin cotton dress. Hermione could barely make out Ron's face in the dim light. She reached up and pressed her palm against his slightly stubble-roughened cheek.
She felt his fingertips graze her jaw. Slowly Ron leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. Hermione sighed and his hand slid to the base of her neck, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts tingling as they pressed firmly against his hard chest. She moaned when Ron kissed her again, more deeply this time. His lips parted and his tongue slid against hers.
Hermione kissed him with equal fervor. They'd been together now for nearly two months, and she still had difficulty believing that this was actually happening. After years of imagining what it would be like to kiss him, imagining what it would be like if he cared for her the same way she cared for him, they were finally together. She hoped that the newness would never wear off.
Hermione lived for these moments. The walls they built up during the day around friends and family could finally come down and the world around them would disappear, leaving only them. She closed her eyes and willed time to slow so they could live in this moment just a little bit longer.