Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

Meanwhile in Ron's room, Ron was sitting on the bed, imagining the reactions of his family when they
found out that he had been made Head Boy. His mother would start crying, His father would slap him
on the back and say how proud he was, Bill, and Charley would be ecstatic, Percy would start lecturing
him on rules, and Fred and George…wouldn't do anything, Fred was dead and George would never be
the same. This thought sent his mind reeling, remembering every prank his brothers had ever pulled on
him or his friends, or his mother. Remembering all the times that they had made him laugh, all the
trouble they had caused.
Ron sat there on his bed, his mind refusing to think of anything but Fred. It seemed as if any thoughts
that weren't of Fred would diminish his memory, eventually making him disappear all together.
Because of this Ron didn't notice when the door that led to Hermione's room opened and she walked in,
he didn't notice when she came over and sat on his bed and sat down. However, he did notice when she
put her hand on his leg and said, "Ron, Ron, are you ok?"
Ron blinked, finally noticing Hermione sitting at the foot of his bed. After a few second she also
noticed that she was crying. Despite this Ron couldn't help but smile at the sight of her.
"Ron, why the hell are you smiling?" Hermione asked, a small smile spreading across her face, she
liked seeing Ron smile. She also like the fact that she could make him smile.
"I'm smiling because even when you cry you look beautiful." Ron said, he didn't know why, but when
he looked at Hermione he thought that everything would be ok.
"Ron," started Hermione, moving closer to him, "I know you'll miss your brother, and so will I, but we
need to stay strong, for Harry's sake. You know he'll be blaming himself for all the people that died."
Ron just nodded, he knew she was right.
Ron let Hermione pull him closer; he ended up lying down with his head in her lap. She was smiling
down at him and she started playing with his hair, which had grown quite long in the last year, it was
now to his shoulders.
"You look good with long hair," said Hermione, "I think you should keep it this way."
"And what makes you think I'll take your advice on this matter?" asked Ron teasingly.
"This," said Hermione as she leaned down and kissed him. It wasn't a short peck on the lips, but a deep
passionate kiss. Hermione felt Ron's soft lips part as she pressed her tongue against them. As his lips
parted she felt his tongue enter her mouth. After a few minuets she felt her chest start to burn and she
remembered that she had to breathe. She broke off the kiss, leaving Ron with a big smile on his face.
"Oh, yeah, that," said Ron as he sat up, "Ok, if you like my hair this way than I'll keep it this way."
"Good," said Hermione as she got up.
"Hay, Hermione," started Ron a bit timidly, "do you want to stay here and sleep, I think we both could
use each other's company right now."
Hermione stopped at the door and looked back at Ron. To tell the truth she really could use some
company, and there was no one she'd rather have with her than Ron. "Sure Ron, I'd like that."
As she started to walk back towards him Ron got his first good look at Hermione in a long time. He
noticed that her breasts had gotten a bit bigger in the last year, but that wasn't what kept his attention.
Her face was what he really noticed. Her face, covered in grime from the battle, was framed by long
wavy hair, Ron remembered it being bushy and frizzy, and he hadn't minded it that way, he even liked
it this way, but he was surprised that he hadn't noticed the change before now.
She walked back over to Ron's bed and lay down next to him. He put his arm around her shoulder and