Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

Ron kissed her cheek this time, "what ever you want my love," he said softly into her ear.
"What?" asked a groggy Hermione. She was awake now, and there was no way she was getting back to
sleep. She felt refreshed after the tiring night they had had. "What time is it?" she asked.
"About ten o'clock at night," said Ron, sitting up.
Hermione groaned, "Great, our sleep schedule will be thrown completely off now," she said as she
threw her arm over her eyes.
"We could always go and find McGonagall and see if she needs any help with the castle," suggested
Ron.
Hermione considered it, after all, it was them that had found the list, there was no way McGonagall
would refuse. But ultimately Hermione decided against it. "No, I think we've done enough for the castle
in the last 24 hours, let's take some time to our selves for the weekend."
"Alright," said Ron with a playful smile, "then I have an idea."
"What?" asked Hermione, a bit scared.
"You'll love it, I promise," said Ron as he hopped out of bed and pulled his pants on. He was dressed
and ready to go before Hermione had even gotten out of bed.
"Where are we going?" she asked as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"It's a surprise," said Ron, "but it's something I've wanted to do with you for a while, but now is the
first chance we've had in a while."
"Alright," said Hermione, sure that what ever it was Ron had in mind wouldn't be too dangerous. At
least she hoped it wouldn't be.
A few minutes later she was dressed and she and Ron were leaving the common room. They had found
Harry and Ginny sleeping in some of the overstuffed couches and chairs that inhabited the common
room, but decided not to wake them up. Those two had had a day just as ruff as Ron and Hermione had
had.
Ron took the lead the second they were in the hall way. He quickly led her down to the entrance hall
and out the front doors. They started towards the Quidditch pitch and were soon in front of the broom
shed. Ron magically opened the door and pulled his broom out. Mounting it he motioned to Hermione,
"Get on," he said with a lopsided grin.
Hermione looked wearily at the broom, she had never liked flying.
"Come on," urged Ron with a soft voice, "I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
Hermione looked at the broom again, and then into Ron's eyes. And something in them told her he
wouldn't let any thing happen to her, not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Suddenly she felt an intense
feeling of love for him that filled her with courage. She nodded and mounted the broom in front of
Ron.
Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione and bent his head forward a bit to whisper in her ear. "Are you
ready?" he asked.
"Just go," gulped Hermione, "before I change my mind."
Ron let out a little chuckle and kicked off. They rose slowly into the air, the night breeze whipping
Hermione's hair around. They were soon as high as the tallest tower at Hogwarts, the astronomy tower.
That was when they started to move forward, at a relatively slow speed. They flew over the castle,