Rating
15+
Chapters
5
Words
14,547
Characters
Ron, Hermione
Primary Relationship
Ron/Hermione
Secondary Relationship(s)
Genre(s)
Drama, Humor, Romance
Era
Post-Hogwarts
Advisory
Mild Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature
Story Reviews
Status
Completed
First Published
2011-01-14 3:47pm
Last Chapter
2011-04-03 1:11am
Last Updated
2011-04-03 1:11am
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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Anguish Eyes And now he's asking me to choose. He's asking me to choose between him, and a promise accompanied by a broken heart. The answer I so want to say is on the tip of my tongue. Yes, Ron. Yes to everything. Yes, I'll go with you, and maybe if I finally choose you, maybe if finally you see that you are worth just as much, you'll be able to tell me you love me. Maybe if I leave Harry and go with you, we'll get married, and have children, and grow old with only the burden of one single regret. |
2,532 | 8 |
| 2 |
Stunned Euphoria “Is there anything- er- you need to talk to me about?” Ron asks, sitting on my bed and staring into my eyes. They narrow immediately. He's trying to get me to bring up the kiss. Well, I'm not going to do that. I was the one stupid enough to kiss him, now he has to be the one stupid enough to start a conversation about it. End of story. |
3,630 | 10 |
| 3 |
Hermione Weasley I'm married to Ron! I'm married to the little boy who had dirt on his nose. I'm married to the boy who's homework I did for six years. I'm married to the boy who burped up slugs. I'm married to the boy who had a huge row with me just because he thought my cat ate his rat. I'm married to the boy who was obnoxiously jealous of me and Viktor Krum, the boy who I constantly bickered with all my life. I'm married to the guy who broke my heart into fifty billion pieces with the help of Lavender Brown. On the bright side, I'm married to the only man I've ever been in love with. |
3,399 | 8 |
| 4 |
Wouldn't Hurt to Say it He stared at me a few seconds, his terrified eyes flitting from my tearful eyes to my stomach, his face paper white. Poor Ron Weasley. He'd destroyed a bloodthirsty horcrux. He'd fought in the final battle. And yet, he couldn't possibly handle this. He'd backed out of the house, and I'd rushed into my room, trying to figure out what had just happened, why the door had just slammed, when the news I've just released is so obviously good. Slowly, my fingers find the bed, and I sit down and curl up into a ball. |
1,990 | 5 |
| 5 |
Reaching Someday "I think it's time I tell you a story." |
2,996 | 23 |
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