The golden trio were back at Hogwarts to do their seventh year since they spent their other one destroying hocruxes.

"Stupid books," exclaimed Ron one evening when they were doing homework in the library. "I mean come on nothing is helping me with history nothing!"

"Ron the answer isn't written there for you, you have to work it out," Hermione was exasperated with Ron just as much as her was with books.

"How do you spell Wingardiumleviosar," asked Harry ignoring the bickering.

"W-i-n-g-a-r-d-i-u-m-l-e-v-i-o-s-a-r," spelled out Hermione.

"Thanks."

"Help me!" Ron called on from behind a tower of books.

Hermione went to help Ron.

In class Professor McGonagall announced a graduation ball for the first years to become seconds.

"All years of all houses must come with a date, yes Mr Thomas."

Dean had raised his hand. "What's the dress attire?"

"Dress robes Mr Thomas."

The class cheered.

"Class dismissed,"

Later in common room.

"Uh a ball, who you going with Harry," asked Ron.

"Your sister."

"Oh yeah I thought so."

"How about you."

"Got to pluck up the courage."

"Oh Ron if you want to ask a girl ask her before she ends up going with some one else," said Hermione.

"Fine," he sighed.

"Um Hermione."

"Yes Ron,"

"Wanagomeball."

"Sorry Ronald didn't catch that."

"Do you want to go to the ball with me, is what he said," translated Harry.

Hermione and Ron stared at him.

"It's what I said to Cho in the tournament."

"Uh Hermione do you want to go with me," said Ron tearing his eyes away from Harry.

"Huh, Oh uh, yeah sure why not."

The night of the ball.

Hermione and Ron were dancing Victor Krum staring at them.

Ginny and Harry stand up to dance as well. Soon Neville and Luna got up, then Fleur and Bill and finally the first years danced with a random partner.

Later fire whiskey had been passed around and Ginny and Harry and Hermione had disappeared to bed, Ron and Lavender were talking when Parvati Patil screamed. Every one looked at her.

"Ron, t-that's p-poison not fire whiskey." She whispered. Ron dropped his glass while Lavender screamed.

Harry returned and shoved a bezoar down his throat.

Later in the hospital wing.

Lavender sat by his bed with Harry and Ginny. Hermione rushed in.

"RON, oh Ron."

"What are you doing here!" screamed Lavender in rage.

"I happen to be his girlfriend."

"And I happen to be his friend."

"Really, you talked at the ball that's it!"

"Ermione," croaked Ron.

"Ron," whispered Hermione.

She sat down a grasped his hand.

"Don't o."

"I won't go Ron I promise."

Later Quidditch final.

They had won the cup and were heading to the party Hermione rushed to the Hospital to see Ron. She found him fully dressed sitting on the bed Madam Pomfrey telling he was not to got to practice for a week.

"Ron I forgot your getting out today."

"Did we win," he asked smiling at her flustered face.

"Yep by five hundred points."

"Bloody hell, Five hundred."

"Yep."

Madam Pomfrey went off to tend to a first year.

Hermione walked up far to close to him.

They were barely a centimeter away when she whispered

"I was so worried."

"Don't be," he said and put his hand around her waist.

She put her hands on his chest and they kissed.

It was amazing, warm, soft and made her cheeks glow. He smiled at her and she hugged him.