Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

Godric's Hollow?"
"Ginny," said Hermione softly, "I think it was better that Ron wasn't at Godric's Hollow, I think if he
had been there I would have been too worried about him to be much of a help to Harry. And I know he
would have been too worried about me to be much of a help also."
Ron just nodded, showing that she was right. "Gin, like I said, the second I left I wanted to go back."
Harry watched Ginny as she stood there, looking at each of them in turn. He could see her need to be
mad at somebody in her eyes, but after she listened to all of them, he knew she couldn't. After a few
seconds she came over to him and collapsed in to his arms. He pulled her in to a tight embrace, letting
her cry on his shoulder. He knew the tears were for all those who had died, and for him, for her brother,
for her best friend.
After almost a full minuet of Ginny crying Harry could see that Ron and Hermione were starting to feel
a bit awkward, he nodded at them over Ginny's head, telling them silently that they could go back to
the dorms.
They left silently, quickly arriving at the entrance to their dorms. When they were inside Ron flopped
down on one of the couches, and Hermione flopped down on top of him. Her face was only a few
inches from his; their body's were pressed against each other.
"Do you really think it was better that I wasn't at Godric's Hollow?" asked Ron
"Yes," replied Hermione. "I know that we would have been worrying about each other more than we
were worrying about Harry, and I think that would have gotten him killed."
"I worried about you all the time," said Ron as he put his arms around Hermione's waist, "I worried that
something would go wrong, or that we'd be found. I worried that one day you would see that I wasn't
good enough for you and you would leave, or worse, start liking Harry." At this Ron tilted his head
forward so that his and Hermione's foreheads were touching, "I still worry that something will happen,
and I don't think I'll every stop worrying, because I love you Hermione. I thin…."
But he couldn't get anything else out because Hermione had pressed her lips to his and thrust her
tongue in to his mouth. He sat there in surprise for only a second, and then he started to kiss her back.
He moved his hands up and down her back while she ran a hand through his hair.
After a few minutes Ron found that his hand had traveled down to Hermione's beautiful ass. He gave it
a quick squeeze, ready for the slap that would follow. But all he got was a quick squeal of surprise from
Hermione, and then she started to kiss him harder.
After a few seconds Ron felt Hermione put her free hand under his shirt and start to run it along his
stomach and chest. She broke of the kiss and put her mouth right next to his ear. "Ron, I didn't know
you were so muscular, it must be all the Quidditch."
At this Ron started to kiss her neck, he knew she would like this. As Hermione moved her head to the
side to give him more room to work Ron put his hands on her waist. He put his hands under her shirt,
running his hands up her flat stomach along her smooth skin. He felt her shutter at the touch, and as he
drew closer to her breasts he felt her breathing start to quicken.
Hermione whispered in his ear, "I love you Ron, There is nobody I'd rather be with than you." Her
breath was like a cloud in his ear.
He was overjoyed by the fact that she shared his feelings, yet at the same time he was scared. He was
scared about doing something to push her away; he was scared that he would mess up. He didn't want
to loose her; he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. Suddenly he realized that he couldn't live
without her.