"Good night," Madame Pomfry said, closing the door to the hospital wing. "Sweet dreams."

Ron and Hermione layed in their beds. Hermione was breathing deeply, the spell really hit her hard, making it hard for her to breathe. After around an hour, Hermione asked, "Ron?"

"Yeah," Ron reaplied.

"Are you awake?"

"How could I not be with your loud breathing?"

"Honestly, you're such a twit. I wouldn't be complaining."

"Oh sure, getting nearly suffocated by brains was a bunch of laughs."

"I'm not saying that your scars don't hurt. You're always moaning at night."

"Well sorry." Ron said defencivly. "I'd thought you'd be happy that it's just us here. Nobody to bother us. You know? We could get to know each other better."

"What do you want?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing, just to get to know you better."

"Well, what do you want to know?" She asked. "I'm not hiding anything, Ron."

"So, if I asked you a question, you'd answear truthfully?"

"Why not? I have nothing to hide. Do you?"

Ron thought. Yes, he had something to hide, he was madly in love with Hermione. But he would lie if she asked him that. "No, nothing to hide. You start, give me a question."

"Hmmm..." Hermione thought. She'd loved to asked Ron who he liked... But that made it seem like she liked him; even though she did. "Let's start simple; what's your dream broom?"

"Firebolt 5000, they only came out with it a month ago. It goes from naught to one hundred seventy-five."

"Facinating." Hermione lied, she hated Quidditch talk. "Now you give me a question."

"Why did you go to the Yule Ball with Krum? And why do you still keep in contact with him?"

Hermione was silent for awhile. She wasn't sure if she wanted Ron to know the truth or not. "Why are you so mad if I do keep in contact with him?" She shot back.

"Don't change the subject, this is your question." Ron bickered.

"I told you, he was so nice to me when he asked me, and he really likes me." She blushed. "He even asked if I wanted to marry him when I was done with Hogwarts. And that's why I still keep in contact with him."

"And did you say yes?"

"Huh?"

"Did you say yes when he asked you to marry him?"

"Of course not, Ron. He's three years older then me." Hermione started saying else but then stopped.

"What is it Hermione?" Ron asked. "Remember, total honesty."

"Ron..." Her voiced cracked. "Ron, I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"Hermione, you know you can tell me anything..." He hesitated. "I love you."

"Ron." Hermione gasped. "Really?"

"Yeah." He moved over to Hermione's bed, and put his arm around her shoulder. "What did Krum do to you? I want to know so I can hate him even more than I do."

"Ron, he raped me."

There was a silence as a tear trickled down her cheek. Ron wiped it away. "Hermione, don't cry. I never want to see you cry. Ever. I will kill him, you know that don't you?"

"Yeah." She laughed. Then, "Ron, if you really love me, will you kiss me." He did.

A year later...

"Ron, would you like to see your daughter?"