One last time, I checked my hair in the mirror. Why won't it just behave for once? I wonder to myself. I watched as the frizzy curls expanded themselves from the smooth bunch they should have been. Defeated, I decided to give it up.
As I waited for Ron, who was running late, of course, I decided to open the book my cousin had sent, bored.
"Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Adam, who…" I read on, intrigued and hooked by the story. When there was a knock at the door, I nearly jumped out of my seat. I had completely lost track of time.
From the other side of the door, I heard Ron's voice as I quickly ran to get the door. "'Mione, sorry I'm late. Please don't be mad," he pleaded.
"How could I possibly be mad at you?" I asked as I opened the door, with a bit of sarcasm. We both knew we didn't get along perfectly. No one does, do they?
Before he got a chance to answer, I flung myself at him. This was the happiest I had felt since I last was with him. I always feel this way when he is around.
"Ron! I missed you so much!" he had been away visiting the rest of the Weasley clan for nearly a week. It had been the longest week of my life.
"Me too, love. Me too."
I couldn't get enough of the sound of his voice, especially now when it sounded so glad. He came in and closed the door.
He pulled away from my tight grip to look me up and down. This would have made many other girls uncomfortable and self-conscious, but it did the opposite for me.
"Wow, you look beautiful," he stated, flashing that crooked grin that I fell for.
"And so do you," I replied loutishly as I pulled him down by the necktie into a kiss. Somehow, it felt different than any other that we had shared. there was more passion, and had the impression of a promise.
When I broke away for air, I leaned my head against his muscular chest and sighed.
We stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. I was the one to end the comfortable silence.
"So, tell me again where we are going?" I asked mischievously, already knowing the answer.
"O ho ho. No. It is a surprise, remember? You can't know yet."
I didn't like where this was going. I trusted him with my life, but sometimes he wasn't exactly the best at romancing a woman.
"How come?"
"Oh, uh, well, you know. I just… can't." I was starting to sense a bit of nervousness in his voice, but I didn't mention it. "Come on, we have to go or else they will give away our table."
Reluctantly, I followed him out the door. I would have been perfectly content to spend the night in with him. But his strange behavior was making me worried, so I didn't dare push his limits tonight.
As we walked, our fingers intertwined naturally. It was second nature now, two years after the final battle and our first kiss. I smiled to my self and made our strides match as we walked through teh streets of London.