Why Romione?

Lights, Camera, Action!

*Ron's POV*

So, when you suggest Netflix, does it mean you want Netflix and chill? I certainly do, but who knows what's going on the other end. She might simply just want to watch a horror movie. That's okay. When it gets scary, she might cuddle up to me- from the movie or on purpose...

We sit down on the couch together, me on one side, Hermione on the other. We actually haven't touched since we brushed hands at the door, and the lack of physical contact with the girl of my dreams is slowly eating me from the inside.

I grab the remote, and start a movie. I choose Night of the Living Dead, because even though it's in black and white, it's real scary. I hope she agrees.

The movie starts, and I grab some popcorn from Harry's cupboard. He would tell me off if he knew, but it's for the greater good.

*Hermione's POV*

The movie is alright I guess, but that's not even half the equation. The show is Ron. I'm watching him more than the actual movie! But I'm waiting, biding my time, for the scary part, because I can curl up next to Ron, and he can comfort me. Not that I get scared by horror movies. If I didn't love the guy, I wouldn't do this.

Finally! The zombies are approaching the humans. Wow, I'm normally pretty stoic in this sort of scene, but even this is rattling me. I might not even have to pretend to be scared! I have to do this now.

I slowly slide over to Ron. He is staring at the screen blankly, but when he sees me in the corner of his eye he tenses. Oh no. Does he not want this? Stop doubting yourself Hermione. Of course he wants you.

I place my hand on his knee, and my head on his shoulder. It feels so incredible to be so close to him. He puts his arm around me, and holds me close. YES YES YES! This final gesture makes it clear he feels the same way. A wave of elation flows through me, and I can feel it through Ron, too. The movie finally finishes, and Ron turns the TV off. 

He looks down at me. "Did you enjoy the movie?" He asks.

I decide it's time to be bold. "Yeah I did, but that wasn't the best thing." OMG. Am I... flirting?

He smiles. "Right. And what would that be?" He stares into my eyes, and I feel myself getting lost in them.

I breathe in and out. "You." I whisper.

He stares at me, and I wait for his response. But it never comes. Instead, he leans down, and kisses me.

I've been kissed by boys before, but this is nothing like that. It's a slow, gentle kiss that is filled with so much passion that I am certain he loves me back. He finally pulls away, and I smile so hard I think my face is going to fall off. He is smiling too.

He holds me close in a tight hug, and whispers nothingness into my ear. Silent tears stream down my face as I hold him in my arms.

The door opens and Ginny and Harry walk in.