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Just A Touch (Sixth Year Missing Moment)

For @potterhead-demonhunter-inabox who asked for it and I thought “hey……” lol

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny watched Harry’s retreating back as he walked through to portrait hole to meet Dumbledore.

“I sure love to watch that bloke leave.“sighed Ginny, not noticing she was being overheard.

"Oi!” exclaimed Ron, putting his hands over his ears. “I dont want to hear my baby sister fantasising over my best mate’s ass!!”

Hermione chucked as Ginny gave Ron a hard glare.

“Well it’s certainly better than hearing you fantasize over-”

“Shut up now….” warned Ron through gritted teeth, eyes darting from Ginny to Hermione, and back again. Hermione gazed at Ron, confused by the exchange.

Ginny laughed and ruffled her brother’s hair. “You know, I really dont get why the hat put you in this house.” she joked. “You’re such a bloody coward.”

Ron sneered as Ginny got up from the sofa they were sitting on and walked up the stairs to the girls dorm. Hermi ok ne shook her head and moved to the empty spot Ginny had left.

“You two are impossible,” she said with a smile, as she began to run her fingers through Ron’s now unruly hair. Ron closed his eyes and sighed. Her fingers grazed his scalp, relaxing him instantly.

“Thanks,” he said, after Hermione had fixed his hair back to relatively normal. He reached up and gently moved her hand from his hair, bringing it down to the top of the sofa.

“What was Ginny talking about?” asked Hermione, not moving her hand from under Ron’s. She loved the feeling of his big surprisingly soft hand hiding her small one under it.

“Nothing,” said Ron, who had absentmindedly started moving his thumb against the top of Hermione’s hand. “She’s just being a wanker.”

“Language, Ronald.” scolded Hermione, trying to give Ron a stern look. However, it was quite hard with the delightfully tingling  sensation that Ron’s thumb was causing.

“Sorry, it’s just that Ginny may have overheard something, and she…..oh bugger, I can’t tell you,” said Ron, avoiding eye contact.

Hermione smiled as she moved her hand out from under Ron’s. She formed a fist, her thumb extended.

“Thumb wrestle for your secrets?” she asked. Ron chuckled. He liked playing this game with Hermione. It was a game that was only shared amongst the two of them. One where they would sometimes catch themselves laying their inner most thoughts on the line.

Ron balled his hand up like Hermione’s. His fist met with hers, and their thumbs started to move back and forth.

“One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war,” they said together. As they began twisting their thumbs this way and that to catch one another’s, they began their conversation.

“I lied about not knowing how to ski when I came to Grimmauld Place 5th year,” said Hermione.

Ron smirked. “Fred, George, and I snuck belch powder into fake Moody’s flask once. Constant diligence my ass.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, thumb slipping out of Ron’s hold. “I used to like to blow bubbles into my chocolate milk in primary school.”

“I stayed and talked to you while you were petrified.” said Ron, capturing Hermione’s thumb once again.

Hermione gave Ron a stunned look, not even caring that Ron had a firm hold on her thumb. “You….you did? For how long?”

“I came every night, ” said Ron, rubbing his thumb over Hermione’s. “Sometimes Madam Pomfrey would let me come in, but on nights where she wouldn’t, I would sneak with Harry’s invisibility cloak when she would be asleep. She never caught me.”

Hermione didn’t know if she wanted to scold him for breaking the rules, or kiss him for being so sweet. She did neither. Instead, she opened up her hand as Ron did his and intertwined her fingers with his.

“What did you talk about?” she asked.

Ron could feel the blush appearing on his ears. He was glad that his hair had grown out enough to cover at least the tips of them. He squeezed her fingers with his for a second, then moved his hand to where he was playing with Hermione’s index finger.

“I told you about what you were missing in classes mainly,” said Ron. “Sometimes I would talk about Harry, the twins getting on my nerves, and how I….”

Hermione caught her breath at Ron’s hesitation. She looped her pinky with Ron’s as if she was making a promise.

“How you what?” she asked, leaning towards him a bit.

Ron’s cheeks were on fire. No amount to hair could hide the redness that was appearing there. He took a deep breath in.

“I talked about missing you,” he sighed, bracing himself for whatever was coming.

Hermione was glad of her brown skin that was now hiding her own blush. “You…you had missed me?” she whispered.

Ron grinned, intertwining their fingers again. “Well yeah. I missed the way you would nag me to do my work, I missed the way you were so worried that I would do something to get myself in trouble. You know.”

Hermione sighed. “Of course you would miss me for schoolwork,"she said, loosening her fingers.

Ron tightened his grip. "I missed other things too, Mione. Like the way you would look when you were concentrating. And I missed you always making sure I had toast even when my greedy brothers would take it. I missed your smile. I missed you getting on me about my swearing. I missed hearing you laugh at my terrible jokes.”

Hermione began to smile again. She and Ron had let go of each other’s hands and was now playing with each other’s fingertips. “I wish I could have heard all of that.”

“You were cold. Stiff too,” continued Ron. “I would hold your hand and it was like cold stone. Not like now. Now, you’re soft, and warm.”

Hermione felt butterflies form in her stomach as Ron’s fingers gripped at hers once more. He missed her. He had actually missed her.

“Hermione?” said Ron, tugging her gently towards him, his sapphire eyes locking onto Hermione’s chocolate ones. “I’m really sorry about the whole Lavender thing.”

Hermione scoffed, trying to shrug the twinge of annoyance she had caught when he said her name. “That’s in the past,” she assured him. “What’s done is done.”

“No, it’s not,” said Ron, holding tight to Hermione’s hand. “I missed you the whole time, you know? It was like you were petrified again, only worse because you were moving and talking and laughing, but you weren’t doing any of that with me.”

“Oh Ron,” said Hermione, the butterflies in her stomach having a frenzy. “I wanted to talk to you, I really did. I just let my pride get in the way, you know? I missed you too.”

“Really?” asked Ron, almost in a dreamlike voice as he moved his hand to Hermione’s cheek.

“Really,” answered Hermione, melting at his touch.

The two of them locked eyes as their faces came closer and closer to each other. Their hands joined back together, as their noses touched.

“Hermione,” breathed Ron, “I think I want to-”

Suddenly they heard the Fat Lady’s portrait swing open. They jumped apart as Harry came rushing in, babbling mess about Dumbledore and going someplace. They watched as Harry disappeared up the stairs to the boys dorm and reappeared with a sock and the Marauder’s Map, explaining what to do with the Felix Felicis and any D.A. that would answer. Then, once again, he rushed out the portrait hole.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and sighed. Guess their moment would just have to wait.

@weasleyismyking540 THIS IS SO SWEET! I almost cried reading it; dang it, these two are adorable! And that ending- argh, so close! Dang it, Harry!