This wasn't at all how Hermione had expected her Friday morning to go, but for now, she really couldn't fault it. For all of her usual assertiveness, she was content to let Ron take the lead just this once and she followed him toward the bathroom, her nerves rising now that a fleeting thought was quickly becoming a reality.
As he started the water and undressed, she couldn't help reaching out to graze her thumb gently across one of the small scars that now marred his skin. It reminded her of how close she had come to losing him, and if anything, that steeled her resolve.
Raising her arms, Hermione all but gave him permission to remove her the top of her pyjamas. She was glad for the steam coming off the shower, warming the room to the point that it wasn't uncomfortable to be removing articles of clothing. At least not in the physical sense. Hesitating a moment, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, letting them drop to the floor before she stepped out of them. Now clad only in her knickers and fairly certain there was a blush rising to her cheeks, she stepped forward and placed a hand on Ron's jaw, tilting his face down so she could kiss him.