Ron Weasley truly hated shopping. He walked through the crowded book shop looking for his wife, Hermione Granger-Weasley. He finally spotted her brown hair that wasn't so bushy anymore. A small elderly witch stood in front of her. Ron instantly recognized the look on her face, it was the smile that looked kind but if you knew her well enough you could tell that she was getting annoyed.

"I, personally, would have gone for Potter myself. All that dark hair and those bright green eyes, he's adorable. Weasley has just never seemed as impressive." The old woman sneered. "But I suppose to each her own." She smiled kindly. Hermione quickly ended the conversation once she caught Ron's eye.

"I can't believe that people think that they know us just because they read a few books that have barely any fact!" She hissed. She was talking about Rita Skeeter's book 'The Golden Trio'. It was such rubbish that they read it for a good laugh.

Their daughter, Rose quickly joined them and they finished their shopping quickly, much to Ron's relief.

Ron knew it was silly but what the woman said bothered him. He should be used to it, he was known simply as Harry Potter's best mate. It had never bothered Ron because that's really all he was, he had never done anything spectacular.

That evening he was sitting on the couch watching the news. Hermione walked down the stairs from putting their children to bed and sat down beside him. They sat in silence for a while until Ron got up the courage to say what he was thinking.

"Why me?"

"What?"

"Why'd you choose me?" He regretted asking now. She smiled and kissed him gently.

"Ronald, I love you. That's why."

"No, I mean before you loved me. What made you start liking me? What'd you like about me?" He didn't want the answer but he had to know. It would haunt him if he didn't ask.

"Is this about what that old woman said?" She frowned.

"Yes and no. I've always sort of wondered."

"Well, I've always thought that you were cute." She ran her small hand through his bright red hair. "From the first time I met you, I liked your hair and your eyes. As we got older, I liked that you were tall and the way you're shoulders are broad without being obnoxious. I like that your hands are big enough to wrap around mine."

Ron felt embarrassed.

"I like that you aren't over confident in yourself." She said quietly. Ron knew that she considered her confidence a downfall.

"I like that you aren't afraid to argue about things." Ron was surprised by that one.

"I like that you can make the best out of most situations." Was Hermione talking about him?

"I like that you aren't afraid to stand up and be part of the Golden Trio." She smirked.

"I like that your family is so unique and that all of you have similar traits but you're still different."

"Really?" Ron asked.

"Yes, really. I also like that you hate getting complements." He felt himself blush at how well she knew him. "Do you want to know what I like most about you?" She snuggled up on his chest.

"Sure." He started to run his hand through her hair.

"I love that you took a chance and became friends with the famous boy and the know it all girl." She smiled up at him and he lowered his lips to meet hers.

"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger."

"Shut up, Ronald Bilius Weasley." She smiled and kissed him again.