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Chapter 2.5: An Interlude

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"God, I love you..." Ron murmured, nibbling softly at Hermione's earlobe. She made a purring noise deep in her throat, running her fingers tenderly through his hair. "I want you so bad..." Hermione gasped as his hands brushed under her shirt, cold against her stomach. He took the opportunity to capture her lips in a kiss. His tongue teased her, tauntingly running over hers. Before she could react, he pulled away, resting his forehead against her cheek.

"I want you," he whispered.

"I want you, too," she murmured, voice low. He rumbled quietly, one hand moving lower. A shiver ran down her spine and she sighed, shifting down to rest her head on Ron's shoulder.

"I need you..." his fingers moved even lower, tracing nonsense patterns on her hip.

They were the only ones in the girl's dorm. Head Girl's dorm, to be precise. After Harry had stormed out of the classroom, Ron and Hermione had separated, meeting up again outside the door of Hermione's room. It had started as talking, but hormones finally took over and they made their way to the bed. Their robes had been discarded almost an hour ago, and now they were sprawled on the bed, tangled in each other's arms.

Ron tugged slightly at the hem of Hermione's shirt, and then unbuttoned it, kissing her belly button softly. She squirmed at the feeling of his breath on her stomach, reaching down to brush his hair back. Slowly, he began making his way up, pausing when he reached the bottom edge of her bra. Her breath quickened as he raised his head to look her in the eye.

"We can't," she whispered, fingers running down his jaw. A frown graced his features, but he nodded, moving up to rest his head on the pillow next to Hermione's. His hand once again began tracing those patterns on her stomach, and she huddled close, closing her eyes.

"...What do you suppose we'll do after graduation?" Ron asked after a moment, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"Get jobs, I'd hope. Harry said once that he wants to go into Auror training. I think I'd be happy with just a desk job at the ministry." Ron shook his head slightly, pressing closer.

"Not in general. I meant between you and I. What are we doing after graduation?" Hermione stared up at the ceiling, shrugging absently.

"...I don't know."

"...I want to marry you," he whispered, eyes locking with hers as she turned towards him. "I'm serious. I love you more than anything, Hermione. I can't live without you." Hermione smiled, then, kissing him softly.

"You want to marry me?" she asked, stomach fluttering wildly.

"More than anything," he murmured, jerking involuntarily as Hermione threw herself at him, her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she said over and over, finally just bursting into tears and burying her face in his shoulder. He half sat up, wrapping his arms around her securely and rocking her gently.

"Merlin, Hermione. Don't bloody cry..."

"Don't swear," she mumbled, trying to choke down her sobs. He held her closer in reply, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"...I don't have a ring," he admitted rather ashamedly. Hermione shook her head, kissing him again.

"I don't care. I don't need a ring." Ron grinned, returning the kiss and holding her face close to his.

"I'll owl my mum. She can send me the ring. You'll love it. It's been in the family for 800 years. Goes to the first son engaged. It's beautiful."

"I'll love it no matter what it looks like," she assured him, grinning like mad and bouncing off the bed. "Oh, I can't wait to tell my parents. They'll be ecstatic." Before she could re-button her shirt and grab her robes, Ron leaped to his feet and snatched her hands.

"Where do you think you're going?" She arched an eyebrow, draping her arms over his shoulders.

"I was heading towards the Owlery so I could inform my parents of our engagement." Ron rested his hands on her waist, leaning in to kiss her softly.

"I don't want to let you go just yet." She smirked the slightest bit as his hands slid under her blouse, resting dangerously low on her hips. Holding her close, he moved in to nibble at her neck, and her head fell back, allowing him better access. He took advantage of this, moving up under her ears to suck gently on her earlobe. Slowly, they made their way back to the bed, oblivious to anything but themselves.