Ron & Hermione - One Shots (English version)

One-shot ate the burrow

Hermione POV

We arrived at the Burrow, had dinner, and then played Wizard's Chess. Molly and Arthur had already gone to bed, leaving just me, Ginny, and Ron. Ginny sat on the couch reading while Ron and I were engrossed in the game. I wasn't a big fan of Wizard's Chess, but I knew how much Ron loved it. We chatted throughout the game, and when Ginny decided to head to bed, it was just the two of us.

— Are you sleepy? — Ron asked, not taking his eyes off the chessboard.

— No, I slept a lot at the hospital. And you? — I replied, trying to hide my smile.

— I'm not sleepy either. My dad is thinking about buying a "tevelision," from the Muggles, you know? — He said.

— It's "television," Ron. I think it's a great idea. You'd love it. There are things that even magic doesn't do. — I commented.

We continued chatting for a while until one of us started to get sleepy. When I finally began to feel tired, I let him know.

— I'm tired, let's go to bed? — I asked as I stood up.

— Sure. — He got up right behind me. Then he said:

— Hermione, — he said, and I turned to him as he continued, — I'm really glad you're okay, seriously. When you were thrown, I thought... You know... — He finished, and I turned to face him completely.

— I'm fine! And I'm glad you weren't hurt by the brains. — I said, and then turned to continue up the stairs. — I don't know what I'd do without you and Harry. Honestly.

— Did you know that I love you? — He asked, and I laughed. It was the second time he had said he loved me. I loved him very much too, but he was definitely being braver with his words than I was. We kept climbing.

— Did you know that I love you too? — I responded at the door of Ginny's room, which was my destination.

— Good night, Ron. — I said, and an act of courage took over my body as I decided to give him a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't much, but for us, it meant everything.

The kiss was closer to his mouth than I expected, MUCH closer. It might have even touched. As I kissed him, he placed one of his hands on my waist. I tried to act naturally, but we both let out a little laugh. We pulled away, and he said:

— Good night, Hermione. — His voice practically echoed as he went up the stairs.

What was that kiss? I definitely wouldn't do that with Harry.