He had longed to kiss her every day since that last hasty kiss at Hogwarts and he couldn't wait another second. Whatever he had imagined kissing her again might be like, feeling her lips pressed against his was one hundred times better.
She melted against him, growing familiar with his mouth. He tasted of chocolate and peppermint. She felt his arm around her. There was nothing urgent about this kiss as there had been the last time, nor was there an audience. This kiss was years of pent up feelings and anger at each others stubbornness.
When they finally broke out of the necessity to breathe, Ron couldn't help but smile. He brushed a piece of hair away from her face.
"I've wanted to do that for a very long time," he said, rubbing her cheek with his finger.
"So have I."
"I'm so sorry, Hermione that I made you think that I didn't…care…after that night. I've done nothing but care about you and…"
"Hermione, I love you. I should have told you that day you kissed me that I love you. That day and every day since then. I was a fool."
"Well, I won't deny that," Hermione said, smiling. "But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're together now."
"Just promise me one thing."
"If you want to go for a run at two o'clock in the morning, tell me and we'll go together."
"Oh, and one more question."
"Why didn't I know you liked to run?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. It's just something I've always enjoyed, but never talked about. Besides, now that we're together, we have plenty of time to learn all sorts of things about each other."
He smiled. "I like the sound of that."
Ron leaned down to kiss her once more. For the first time since Voldermort had returned and even after he had died, Ron felt complete. He ran his hands through her hair, finally getting his chance to touch the soft curls. She let out a low moan, which drove Ron absolutely wild.
"I love you," Hermione whispered against his lips. Ron kissed her on the forehead, knowing that their future together had just begun.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him and hugged him close. She rested her head against his chest, loving the fact that she was so close to him. Only in her wildest dreams had she imagined such a perfect moment.
"Tired?" Ron asked as Hermione tried to stifle a yawn.
"It's been a long day. A good day," she corrected, "but a long day. And I've got an eight o'clock meeting with…"
"You work way too hard, Hermione."
"Well, now that I have something better waiting for me at home, maybe I'll just have to cut back on my hours."
"I think that's a very good idea," Ron remarked. She yawned again. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
She reluctantly detached herself from him and crawled into bed. Ron started to pull the covers up over her, when she placed her hand on his arm.
"And where do you think you're going?" She asked.
Ron raised an eyebrow inquisitively as Hermione pulled on his hand. He slowly got into the bed beside her. She cuddled up next to him. They both fell asleep with their foreheads pressed against each other's.
The next morning, still half asleep, Harry sauntered into the kitchen. The smell of freshly made pancakes filled his nostrils.
"Hermione?" He asked as he saw her standing over the stove.
"Oh, good morning, Harry," she replied cheerfully.
"What are you doing here? It's not Monday."
Ron apparated into the room right behind Hermione.
"I got the milk you asked me to," Ron stated, placing the glass bottle on the counter. "Now, how about my reward?" He wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist, pushed her hair aside, and began to kiss her neck.
Ron looked up and saw Harry. He jumped back, his facing turning red.
"Well, good morning to you," Harry said, smiling. "I see there were several…developments that I missed last night."
"Ah…yeah," Ron muttered, his face turning red.
"Well, glad to see you two finally…figured it out."
"Guess this means we'll have a lot more home cooked meals, huh?" Harry stated, grabbing a pancake off a plate that Hermione had already prepared.
"Well, don't expect me to be cooking for you all the time. You two have got to learn some responsibility. Don't forget that I run an entire department on my own. I've got more work and paperwork to do than the two of you combined. You try single handedly saving house elves and trolls and…"
"Now that sounds like the bossy Hermione I know," Harry remarked.
"Hey, watch your mouth, Harry," Ron joked. "You are talking about my girlfriend."
Hermione smiled as Ron leaned in to kiss her.
"I'll…ah…leave you two to it then."
Harry grabbed one more pancake and walked out, leaving Ron and Hermione together, the way that they always would be.
Author's Note: Well, that's it. Thank you so much for being so patient with me and thank you to all of my readers and reviewers! I've loved writing this story and I can't wait to start another one!