Ron's lips molded against hers as they shared a kiss. He had since grown used to the feel of Hermione's lips touching his, but every kiss always felt like a new adventure, a chance to explore more of the uncharted territory that was Hermione Granger. He slid his other arm around her waist, tugging her closer in an attempt to hold onto the kiss for as long as possible. But even he had to breathe at some point. "I think I've grown used to it," he replied, though already his mind was far away from the conversation at hand.
"More?" He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her, the hand at her waist giving her a little squeeze. "What more is there?" Despite his visions of grandeur, Ron was a simple man. He had realistic goals, even if his dreams were far-fetched and overrated. He knew which pieces move across the board when and where. It was basic strategy, the strategy of life. "Though if you're talking about you, then yes, I could be so much more for you."