From Ron Dreams of Hermione to I Wanna Be, I bring you the 3rd installment of my version of Ron and Hermione's life from the ending of the Deathly Hallows to the Epilogue chapter.

*Just for you to know, Ron and Hermione were 19 in I Wanna Be*

TRAVELING FORWARD

3 years later…

Ron's POV

"Hurry, Girls!" I called up the stairs. "They have been getting dressed for over ten minutes!" I said to Harry, who was slouched on the couch.

"She just got back from a game, give her time," said Harry with ease. I didn't have to ask which girl he was talking about. Ginny had been playing for the Harpies Quidditch team for over two years and made it her career. Earlier she had a game outside of London, but I still didn't really care.

"Come on!" I yelled up again. The house's multiple floors echoed my voice. Grimmauld Placecleared up since the last time I had slept here, AKA, when Hermione, Harry, and I were on the run from You-Know-Who. I know, it was childish to not speak his name, but it still didn't stop reminding me of when saying that word caused the love of my life to be tortured.

"You know, Ron, we aren't girls anymore!" shouted Ginny as she came to the bottom floor. She was wearing a midnight blue dress with her red hair smoothed behind her. "I am a woman, so I would appreciate it if you would treat me like one!"

"And like you should," said Harry as he rose from his seat, "Because I don't want you to be treating her like a kid when she is my wife." He placed his arms around her shoulder with a lopsided smile.

"Just because you two have been married for four months, doesn't make it that true!"

"It's been five months, Ron. Nearly six actually." Said Ginny.

I threw my arms up in frustration. "It still doesn't matter, because you have to be a wife for a whole year to get that kind of respect."

"Ron, you are being so immature," spoke a voice from behind me. I turned to be faced with the most beautiful woman in the world.

Hermione was walking slowly down the stairs, her plum-colored dress swaying from her steps. Her wavy brown hair was glossed beautifully to frame her face that was so soft. Her eyes shone more golden in the light and her cheeks rose with a shade of pink at my gaping.

"Hermione, you are so…gorgeous," I managed to say aloud. Her smile grew as I held out my hand to her.

"Oh, stop it, Ron. Besides, I thought we were in a hurry?"

"So, then let's go! You want Mum to freak out?" asked Ginny as she headed to the fireplace. The rest of us followed, taking turns using the Floo Network to the Burrow.

Once we stepped into the sitting room, we were filled into a crowd. I could hear the welcomes and hellos ring in my ears, and in desperation, I shoved by to the door that leads outside. Once free, I turned back to see who was holding up the entrance. Naturally, it was George and Angelina with their eldest son Fred the 2nd, who was nearly a year old. Fleur and Bill had still been trying to fit through too, both helping little Victoire and two year old Dominique. Sooner then I expected, Mum grabbed hold of me, squeezing my organs out.

"Ronald! I missed you so much! And Hermione and Harry too!" she cried into my shoulder.

"Mrs. Weasley, we saw just you last month," said Hermione as she broke through the crowd. Mum finally released me, only to pull Hermione to her in another hug.

"Hermione, dear, you don't have to keep calling me Mrs. Weasley! After all, there are to many of them to count! Jus Molly is fine."

"If you insist," said Hermione once she was free of my mom.

"Harry!" called out Mom as she headed to her next victim. Hermione stepped closer to me, following my gaze into the sitting room.

"Another crazy family reunion?" she asked as Charlie entered through the fireplace.

I smiled and took her hand. "Another crazy year of Mom," I sighed.

It didn't take long till everyone showed. After we all went out into the yard with tables and tents, Dad was the last to show with Mrs. Tonks and her grandson, Teddy. Angelina and Fleur sat with Mom watching Victoire, Fred, and Teddy play with Dominique sitting on Fleur's lap. Ginny and Hermione was in deep conversation, while Dad, Bill, Percy and Charlie talked of work. I on the other hand, tried to enjoy the food, but Harry and George's conversation was getting to me.

"So how is your shop? Not as easy without Ron and me, uh?" said Harry with a smile in his voice. George shook his head while laughing.

"Don't change the topic! I want to know how things are going with my little sister? You know what I mean?" he said from the corner of his mouth at me while elbowing my back roughly. I coughed slightly on the dessert I was stuffing in my mouth.

"No," I said rudely, "no, I don't want to know what you mean."

George smirked at me before turning back to Harry. "You are a lucky bloke, huh? Living a career younger then most, own a pretty impressive home, and married to a Quidditch star athlete! So when does the kid come in?"

Harry froze from drinking his tea and I sprayed the pumpkin juice to the floor. "What?" questioned Harry, "What did you say?"

"Well, mate, look at the rest of our family. Bill and Fleur only waited a year because of the war, and Ang and I started only a few months after the wedding."

"I…I doubt Ginny and I are ready for that," stuttered Harry with his eyes blinking fast. "We have only been married half a year and I'm sure she wants to continue in Quidditch. Aren't we a little young?"

"Nah," said George while waving his hand, " but then again, I shouldn't push you guys into something you don't want."

"I didn't say we wouldn't—"

"I know I know, I was just saying." He sighed before turning his eyes to me. "And what about you Ronnie?"

I stared at him with wide eyes. "George! Hermione isn't the type of girl to go off and have a baby—"

"No no no! Geez, I didn't mean that! I meant when you and Hermione going to step it up?" when I gave him a confused face he groaned. "When are you going to bloody propose?"

I wasn't sure how to answer. I had though about it when Ginny and Harry hooked up, but now I was wondering the reason I wasn't doing so. I mean, I truly love Hermione and hell would only know if she didn't. So what was the problem?

You think she would say no? Replied a voice in the back of my head.

Of course she wouldn't say no!…would she?

Maybe she fears what could happen?

How? We have been together officially for four years. If she wanted to, she would have left me long ago.

And the commitment? Would she be afraid to share her space with you?

I doubt that would be a problem. We got along perfect during our quest at the end of the war.

And you? Would it scare you? Marriage is a big decision…a decision that could easily turn to a mistake.

That last one left my own thoughts quiet. Did I fear having to live my life with her in a house of our own? Would it ruin her if we had kids earlier? Take her job from her? That was something I wasn't willing to do.

But then again, why should I worry now? We weren't even married! But the thoughts stilled haunted me for the rest of the night.

When it grew dark, everyone headed out. I had off with Harry tomorrow, but Ginny had a practice and Hermione was finishing a case.

Ginny and Harry left at nine, both smiling at each other as they disappeared in the fire. I was going to be sick. I know Harry was my best friend and I was glad he was the one to marry Ginny, but still, the thought of them alone at that house…ugh.

Hermione held my hand as we walked into the fireplace, both of us waving goodbye to my parents. We arrived into Hermione's home within seconds, an apartment in Great London. I was completely jealous of her having a wonderful home, but I was actually ok with my own apartment, which was actually on ten minutes away from here.

"Want some tea?" asked Hermione as she stepped into her furnished living room. I didn't answer, only stare at how her wavy hair bounced as she walked. But when she didn't hear me follow, she stopped and faced me, confusion in her eyes. "What's wrong, Ron?" she asked.

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. "Nothing, just nothing. Mom was a little over the top today."

"Well, than maybe you should lie down," she said with a little smile of comfort, grabbing my arm with her hands. She pulled me to her purple couch that's back was to a large window that overlooked the city. I lopped down on the cushion, letting a heavy gust of air leave my lungs. It was tiring to attend these reunions.

"Hey, Mione, can I stay here tonight? I won't be in your way in the morning when you get ready for work, I promise."

"Sure, but remember to keep that promise," she warned before heading into the kitchen. "Honey?" she asked aloud. I nodded my head wearily before remembering she was in the other room.

"Yeah, thanks," I called. I sighed again, getting comfortable by shaking my jacket off and putting my feet up on the couch. I covered my eyes with my arm, letting the relaxing feeling in my body take over.

The past few days have been extremely busy for me, including Harry too. There have been calls about sudden deaths in London, ones that were not done my any muggle. It was work of Death Eaters. Even though we won the war against them four years ago, there have been some that remain on the loose…and apparently reckless.

"You asleep?" whispered a pleasant voice. I groaned, wanting to let myself sleep but unable to resist being rude to Hermione. I lifted my head to find her sitting on the couch edge beside me, a hot cup of tea in her hand.

"You don't sleep enough, Ron. I mean you look really tired. If you want you can sleep here while I'm at work, it won't bother me," she advised as she handed me the tea. I nodded in reply before sipping the cup, then froze when I looked at her more clearly. She had changed from her dress into a pajama top and checkered pants, her hair in a loose ponytail. That's the way I liked her the most. Not trying to be prefect and pretty, but being her normal self like back in school. Funny how I didn't really notice her image much then. I was such a jerk to her.

"Hermione?" I asked as I placed the tea on the side table. She was staring out her wide window to the city and didn't even blink when she replied,

"Yes?"

"Do you want to take off later this month? Maybe go on vacation somewhere to relax and put your feet up?"

"Why do you ask?" she said, this time glancing down at me with her brown warm eyes.

"Well, maybe you can go…with me? You know, have a break for a while?"

"Really?" she asked innocently while titling her head. When I nodded with a sloppy smile her face lit. "Oh, Ron, that would be so nice! Where would we go? What should I bring? I have to let my office know ahead of time—how long would we—"

"Calm down," I laughed and hugged her with one arm, "Don't get all freaked out yet. It isn't like we are going to go tomorrow."

"You're right, I was just over doing it," she sighed into my chest. Suddenly, her head popped up and she gasped.

"What? What is it?" I questioned in surprise. She rose quickly from the couch, her hands at her face as she glanced to her fireplace.

"I have to get to bed, that case is at nine in the morning!" I turned my attention to the fireplace, realizing she was looking at the clock on the ledge.

"Wow. Its one already? Didn't we get back at ten thirty?"

"Yeah, but you were asleep awhile before I gave you the tea," she said as she gathered the cup and started to the kitchen. I could hear her clatter with the dishes in the sink, my ears ringing from the sudden noise. She appeared again, hurrying to me with her eyes wide with nervousness.

"Night," she said with a quick peak on my cheek. It tingled where her lips met my skin and I couldn't help but grab her arm and pull her onto me.

"Ron! I have to go!" she said annoyed while struggling to get away. All I did was kiss her fiercely on the mouth, letting my passion flow through her. It didn't take long before she gave up, relaxing her body and kissing me back. We snogged like that for a good fifteen minutes and it was already to soon when she pulled away.

"Why don't I put you to bed?" I teased with a large grin.

"I guess I could call in sick," she whispered sexily with her finger trailing down my chest.

"Really?" I asked with wide eyes of eagerness. Even though we made love to each other when we were nineteen, there were only rare moments when she would give in to my asking. Maybe this was one of those moments, I hoped.

"No, not really," she laughed and snuck away from my arms quickly. I stared at her as she walked to the stairs, giggling at my probably stupid face. Once her footsteps faded away, I couldn't help but grin to myself.

That's my Hermione.

So, hoped you guys enjoyed it. This was pretty much a introduction but I wanted the readers to have a feel of the time period and stage in Ron and Hermione's life. In case anyone's wondering, Hermione will also have a point of view in this story too. That way you can get a feel of both sides of the story.

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