Chapter 1: Because I Love Her

He watched her from the edge of the yard, as she assisted Harry, his father and brothers in setting up the marquee tent. She was already wearing her red party dress for the wedding, her brown hair down in ringlets, her chocolate-brown eyes sparkling as she laughed at something Harry said.

Ron was in love with her. He had stopped denying his feelings for Hermione ages ago. And now, he was prepared to go with her and Harry to the ends of the Earth to destroy a Dark Wizard. They very well could die trying.

When Harry had pleaded with Ron to come with him, for the two of them to cut out and start hunting so their loved ones could be safe after the disastrous Battle for the Five Potters, Ron had categorically refused to leave his love. "We wouldn't last two days without Hermione!" he had told Harry. His assessment was largely still true.

But Harry's impulsive request had planted the seed. A seed that had been germinating as the Trio packed and prepared to blitz after the wedding. He had heard all about Hermione wiping her parents' memories and sending them off to Australia for safety. The retelling alone had left her distraught. But at least her mum and dad were safe.

In the war that was sure to come, Hermione was in more danger than all of them, with the possible exception of Harry himself. She was Muggle-born, and if found, she would be killed, almost certainly. Ron refused to risk that scenario. He wanted Hermione to survive. For them both to survive, so that they could get married - he had a ring, carefully tucked away, and intended to propose the moment Voldemort's body hit the ground. Did it matter that they had never declared an official relationship? No, not to him anyway. He wanted Hermione to be his wife and the mother of his children.

If he had to cheat a little to claim that future... so be it.

So he called Hermione over. "'Mione, can I talk to you alone for a moment?"

She blinked for a minute before nodding, not noticing how Harry and the twins snickered knowingly. Ron gave them a pointed look telling them to not even think about eavesdropping, as he led Hermione behind the Burrow. As they found a little privacy, Ron took her soft hands in his.

"Are you ready for us to leave?"

Hermione nodded. "Everything's packed. I just have been doing some light reading on Horcruxes..."

Ron smiled. Good old Hermione. Always getting ahead. He dared to step closer.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?" her voice was nervous, gentle and sweet.

"I need you to know that no matter what happens... I'll always love you."

He heard her breath hitch, and he met her eyes to see her mouth open. Finally, she whispered, "I know."

Encouraged, Ron put his arms around her. "Will you still love me? No matter what happens?"

Hermione's eyelids grew heavy with want. "Yes..." she hissed. Drawing away so that air that didn't smell so tantalizingly of him, and logic, could enter her brain, she murmured, "But, I thought we agreed that we keep this quiet for now. That we won't... see each other or become... romantically involved until after the war."

"We did," Ron acknowledged. Though the agreement had been unspoken. In soft looks and gentle touches, he and Hermione had come to accept that they were now more than friends. That their relationship had changed. That they were, in some ways, together. And they would remain faithful to each other. It took a special kind of intimacy to have entire conversations with no words. "There might not be an after, though."

Hermione gulped. "I know that," she whispered, her eyes searching his. "So, what, do you want to steal kisses when Harry isn't looking? I don't exactly fancy snogging you for the first time behind your parents' house."

Ron chuckled. "I'll make our first kiss memorable, love. I promise." She smiled at him, amused, ducking her head to hide the pink in her porcelain cheeks. Ron reached out a big paw and stroked her face. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, her jaw going slack in contentment, as she pressed his palm into her face, even kissing his fingers and palm. Ron took an unsteady breath. This was the hard part. What he had decided on, she would never agree to voluntarily. But he had no choice. He wanted her safe.

"I'm sorry, my darling..."

"Hmmm?" Hermione purred, her lips in a blissful smile, eyes still shut. "For what?"

"For this." He had his wand out before she could react. "Obliviate!"

A sob lodged in his throat as he watched Hermione's eyes pop open, the white of recognition die from them. She stood there for a minute, swaying, blinking in the fading afternoon light.

"Who are you?"

He nearly burst into tears right then, but managed to croak out, "Ron Weasley."

"Oh. And... who am I?"

"Your name is Charlotte Wilkins, and your greatest ambition is to join your parents, Wendell and Monica, in Australia. Here are your tickets." He handed plane passes to her. "You'd better get going."

"Of course." Hermione bustled about, looking much like her old self. Ron directed her to her car. "Well, goodbye, then."

She held out a hand to shake. Ron took it, but instead, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Hermione did not pull away and even returned the kiss a little. When they broke apart, Hermione looked a little dazed.

"Wow, what a goodbye," she giggled. "Glad to meet you!" And she raced away. No one else saw her leave.

A despondent Ron sat in the backyard, head in his arms, watching as the shadows grew longer and the sun set. Finally, he heard the back door open, and Harry stepped out onto the grass.

"Your mum's called for dinner, mate. And where's Hermione?"

Ron didn't answer for a moment, but then finally stood and blasted out, "I let her go! I sent her away!"

"You what?" Harry gawped as Ginny came up behind him. He seemed to understand intuitively exactly what Ron meant by the phrase. "How could you do that?"

"I had to!" Ron growled.

"But why?"

With a soft smile, Ginny answered for both of them. "Because he loves her."

Ron nodded. "Because... I love her." It felt so good to finally speak the words aloud.

So why did he still feel so awful?