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~ One Moment ~
~ "Just one more thing before you leave, don't forget to remember me." ~
Her hand rested on his chest, as she focused on the fact that he was still breathing, counting every heartbeat, and every raise of his chest as she watched him sleep. She knew of the uncertainty that faced them, she knew that it was never clear if she would be able to have this moment with him again.. because this was a war. And she knew that not everyone would make it through a war, nothing was certain anymore.
She tilted her head up slightly, watching him as he opened his eyes, a slight blush creeping up on his pale face as he remembered exactly what had happened between the two young teenagers the night before. She bit her lip, slowly moving her hand away from his naked chest as she sat up, the covers wrapped tight around her tiny body. She could tell he was trying to find the right words to say, but she also knew that there were no right words.
"I love you." He finally whispered to her, his hand moving to trace a small scar on her lower back, smiling when she turned to face him. He slowly moved his hand up to trace a cut on her cheek, sighing sadly when he realized that this first real moment with Hermione might be his last, that that first night with her, could possibly be the last time. He inhaled sharply at the thought, tears threatening to fall down his face as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.
Gently, he took her hand in his and bit down on his lip, "I won't let anything happen to you. But if something happens to me, I want to you go run. I want you to apparate and just go somewhere safe. I don't want you to get hurt... you.. you mean the world to me, Hermione.. you're my everything, and if I were to... to.." He choked on the words, taking a deep breath as he managed to gather all the courage to say everything he had been wanting to tell her for so long now. "If I were to die, I would rather die knowing you were safe and that you will live on. It would.. mean a lot to me, if I knew that you will live, even when I can't."
Hermione bit her lip, nodding slightly as he finished, tears cascading down her cheeks. She knew she would never leave the fight, no matter what and she knew that if anything were to happen to the boy she loved more than anything, she would seek revenge instead of running like he wanted her to. But she also knew that Ron would never stop asking if she didn't just agree, so she nodded her head slowly, "I.. I promise that if anything were to happen to you – which it will not – I will apparate somewhere safe." She wanted to tell him something if she was going to die, but she couldn't bring herself to speak the words, she couldn't even imagine living without him... she couldn't even imagine dying without him.
Ron looked around, glad that Harry had not ruined their moment last night or this morning. He remembered murmuring a few charms, between tender kisses and wandering hands. He remembered a moment of regret, a whisper from Hermione as they both asked themselves, and each other if they were sure. He remembered that moment passing as quickly as it had come, as they both were reminded harshly that they might never get another chance to be this close, to be as one together. And that scared them, it terrified them because they had always thought they would have all the time in the world to tell each other exactly how they felt, but time was limited and the war was coming; this could be the end.
They lay, holding each other for ages, until a wake-up call from Harry reminded them that they had to leave soon, that they had to prepare themselves for the end of the world as they knew it. Ron didn't want to release her from his arms, kissing her untamed hair softly, whispering soft words of comfort into her ear before they both sat up. He smiled when Hermione clutched the covers close to her naked body, blushing at Harry as she moved closer to Ron. And Ron couldn't help feeling a sense of victory at the fact she didn't want Harry to see her like that, but she didn't mind him seeing her.. touching her.. being there with her.
They looked at each other briefly, smiling before their lips met, just for a moment of peace in each other's arms before the war could begin. Just a single moment before they could lose the one they love more than anything, and anyone else.