SWEET DECEMBER
This story was specially written to my dear friend Lisandra. I hope you enjoy this story, but, please, keep in mind that I've never in my life wrote a Ron/Hermione fanfic before. LOL
She had to admit, she really did look absolutely stunning in that dress. Pity she'd only be able to wear it once. Stepping away from the mirror, Hermione look around the room, taking every little detail into account. The rain was pouring outside, making her feel calm and peaceful. With a long sigh, she sat on the bed, taking her shoes off.
It had been exactly twenty minutes since he left the room with some lame excuse, fleeing to the bathroom. He could see the sweat dropping from his temples, his ears almost as red as tomatoes. Ronald was terrified. Happy, that's true, but also terrified. Why, why didn't he ask his brothers about this night? He could have asked. George would laugh, of course. And Bill and Charlie would've been glad to help, he was sure. And Mr. Weasley too. For crying out loud, he could even have asked Neville, who had gotten himself married three weeks ago. But no! His damn pride stopped him every single time he even thought of asking someone. And now he had no idea what to do!
She looked at the clock once more. Tired of waiting, she knocked lightly on the bathroom door.
― Ron? You've been there for a long time, honey. Is everything okay?
The bathroom door opened suddenly, making Hermione jump back. Ronald looked sick, but determined.
― I'm not sure what to do. ― He said, his ears, once more, going blood-red. Seeing the confused look on her face, he took a deep breath and explained it. ― It's stupid, really, and I'm really embarrassed about it, but I'm not that little boy anymore, so I'm just going to say it. I'm… I'm not sure how to…
Hermione smiled, finally understanding.
― Ron, I have no idea what to do, either. We're supposed to figure it out together, I guess.
Ronald laughed, obviously embarrassed and feeling truly silly.
― Sorry I freaked out on you. ― He, then, took her hands in his, smiling. ― I know I've said this before, but you look so beautiful in this dress. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, you know that?
She laughed, putting her hands on his neck and giving him a peck on the lips.
― You look pretty good yourself, Mr. Weasley.
― So, Mrs. Weasley, shall we? ― He then, without waiting for an answer, took her on his arms and both laid on the big bed. Finally, she was his and he was hers. And neither could think of a more wonderful place to be than in each other's arms. Forever.