Chapter 1.Till death do us part

The war changed everyone. For better or worse.

August 1997

Ron sat at the elaborately decorated table sipping his party punch. A look of disgust crossed his face while he watched Hermione get twirled around on the dance floor by the one Victor Krum.

To say the least that seriously messed with his groove.

He went back to the highly interesting entertainment of counting on the freckles on his hand. He was trying so hard to not concentrate on Hermione that he didn't notice her stomp toward him with a look of fury on her face. Sat down forcefully and glared at Ron. He looked up only to see smoke billowing out of her ears.

"You okay?"

"No Ronald I am not okay! Vicky has decided that his schedule will not allow him time to write to me. He also said that it was causing problems in his love life. Like any decent woman would want to go out with that thick headed baboon."

Ron was torn between wanting to kill Krum for hurting Hermione and wanting to dance because she had called him Vicky and openly insulted him. Vicky was usually a nickname used in only not-so-friendly situations.

There was a silence then...

"Do you want to go for a walk?" asked Ron calmly.

Hermione stared at him. "Alright."

They both stood up and Hermione took off her stilettos that Fleur had insisted she wear with her baby blue dress.

Ron lead them on a path that cut through the back yard of the Burrow and around the make shift Quidditch Pitch. It lead them through the wood and ended at a clearing in the trees. In the center of the clearing was a wooden bench.

Ron laughed gently as he toed the leafy ground with his shiny black shoe.

"What is so funny?" snapped Hermione. Obviously still in a bad mood from her conversation with the barbaric Bulgarian.

"Just you. I can't believe you went out with such a moron."

"You went out with Lavender. The little Tart."

Ron's ears turned red. "Well that was only because you went out with Krum! I needed to prove that I was capable of a relationship!" his voice was slightly raised.

"Oh your blaming your relationship with Lavender on me now are you?"

"I didn't say that Hermione. You're twisting my words."

"You don't know how much it hurt me when you were with Lavender." tears were forming in her eyes by this point. This argument wasn't as intense as previous ones but more important than the others. Walking around the bench so she was on the other side than Ron. Her feet were getting filthy from the dirt but she didn't care." You have no idea how happy I was when you guys broke up. I thought I might have a chance. And at the funeral I found myself falling for you again."

Ron stood silent for what felt like an eternity. He finally whispered just loud enough for the both of them to hear. "I love you Hermione."

If she was crying before by now it was Niagara Falls. "I love you too Ron."

Ron walked around to the side of the bench that she was at. He towered over her at his 6'4 verses her 5'2. He cupped her face in his hand and lowered his head to hers.

It was an innocent kiss as both were nervous. Both had wanted it to happen for such a long time that neither had thought it actually would.

Hermione was the first to pull away. "Ron we cant do this. Harry needs us and we leave tomorrow."

Ron quickly replied. "Marry me. If anything happens during the war I'd rather die knowing that we had something then Die and not have something."

Hermione was silent. She was with Ron on the dieing knowing that they had something bit. But she was Hermione Jane Granger. She had to hesitate. Never the one to do something spontaneous. Ever. She was always the safe child. Never going on the monkey bars and never swinging too high. Cautious. That is until she met Harry and Ron. Caution went down the toilet when they came around. She loved Ron very much but didn't know if this was the best idea. They had a lot of responsibility. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand it if something happened to Ron on their 'Vacation' as they all commonly called it. But she would still rather die knowing that they had something than Die knowing that it didn't. "Okay."

The two scurried off to see if they could find the minister from the wedding earlier. It had been a un spoken decision that if they were going to do this they were going to do it right then. They tracked down the minister and found objects to serve as rings until proper ones could be provided. A bolt and a cheap plastic ring from Ginny's room were found as the temporary substitutes. They went back to the bench and with in minutes, the two teenagers, were married.

July 9th 1998

The trio sat huddled together in a cave in mountains of Switzerland. They had had tracked down and destroyed all of the Horcuxs and only had to destroy Voldemort himself. Harry got up to peer out side again at the valley below where Voldemort was supposed to be arriving at any given moment.

"Ron. No matter what happens. I love you." Hermione clutched the plastic ring on the chain around her neck. She dared to whisper at the tense moment. The time approaching was going to be the one that decided the fate of the entire world. She shivered in not because it was cold, but out of fear and held Ron tighter.

"I love you too." He also clutched the symbolic object around his neck.

No one knew what happened that night at Fleur and Bills wedding. That was a secret that was shared only between the two sitting on the cold rocks of the mountain.

Ron was just leaning in for one last kiss when there was a flash of blue light.

The final battle of good and evil had begun.

There was blood and bodies everywhere. Both sides had lost numerous people. Healers weaved in and out of the maze of bodies sorting the casualties from the alive.

Ron was lucky to have made it. He escaped with a large cut on his chest, back and across his cheek but with numerous bruises and broken bones. His hair even hadn't made it out totally un-scathed. It still smoked a bit from the curse that had grazed it. His main priority at this moment, was to find Hermione.

Harry had won. There had been a flash of blinding green light that illuminated the entire valley. He was now in what was left of St. Mungos listed as Critical but stable.

Ron's only mission, however was to find Hermione. He eventually found her being inspected by a medi-witch for the deep slice across her arm. Ron couldn't believe how relived he was to find her alive. He quickly went over to her and gave her a kiss. He hugged her gently as the healers started fussing over his gushing back.

Hermione wasted no time in informing him that miraculously all of his siblings had made it out alive. His father had been seen with other ministry officials arresting the death eaters that had survived. All that was left was his mother. If she was alive, the ones he cared about the most were okay.

Ron discovered quickly that his mother was in fact still around as she ran towards him and threw her arms around him. This caused him pain but he didn't care.

After they had been given the OK the couple traveled towards a small muggle town and got a hotel room to rest and recuperate.

Ron woke early the next morning. His body still pumped with adrenaline making it impossible to go back to sleep.

Ron sat by the window of the hotel room and for the first time, felt grief. Grief for the friends he had lost. Hagrid. Angelina. Dean and many others. Grief for knowing that he was a murderer from killing all those death eaters. He couldn't stand it. It wasn't just the sick feeling in his stomach that made it un bareable. It was the knowledge that he was capable of causing harm to another human being. Granted they probably deserved it. But they were still people. People with families. Families that were at home praying that they would come home. Even if they were people they still deserved mercy, the more logical part of Ron's brain argued.

Then he thought of his life. Would his family and loved ones really want to be around someone who had causes so much harm to others? Someone who was capable of that much harm to another human? Would Hermione want to be married to some one who could do such things?

What about his potential future children. How would they feel towards their father if they found out that he had murdered others?

But they weren't humans that he had killed. They were monsters. Monsters that had been humans once. They had taken pleasure at the thought of the world in such distruction and pain. They had been on Voldemorts side. The side that wanted destruction and pain for the world.

He had to get away. Ron gathered his things wrote a quick note to Hermione telling her that he loved her. He set it by her head. Ron kissed her forehead and aparated.

No one knew where Ron went. He had no idea, how much he was needed. Because little did he know that three weeks later, the stick in Hermione's hand, turned blue.

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