The Decision of a Lifetime

September first had almost rolled around again, at the burrow. Joy and sadness was in the air. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were entering their 7th and last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"RONALD WEASLEY," bellowed Mrs. Weasley, "Don't make me come up there to get you!"

Laughter erupted form the table where Harry, Ginny, Fred and George and Hermione, very red and struggling to sustain her laughter she was losing greatly, sat.

Slowly a red faced, red eared, so red in fact that he looked like fire of embarrassment, Ron emerged. This only caused the laughter to become so harsh that Harry slipped out of his chair on to the ground rolling in laughter, at which Ron himself began to laugh. It was once Ginny nearly broke her neck after falling from her chair that the laughter subsided, and was quickly replaced with worry, anxiety, and anxiousness.

Looking at her watch Mrs. Weasley jumped, "Come on dears we've got to get ready for tomorrow, so we're not late."

Everyone jumped and the hustle and bustle started up again, you could here nothing but trunks clunking, feet shuffling, stairs creaking and groaning, casually a crunch of toast. As Ron was going to get his trunk he caught Hermione's eye and his mind was instantly filled with visions of last night when they lost their virginities to one another.

Flash back:

Ron had told Hermione to meet him in his room for a reason untold. She was in his room waiting for him soon her shirt started bothering her so she put took it off with the intentions of putting on one of Ron's shirts but never got the chance, for when he entered she didn't have either shirt on.

"Sorry I'll come back when…well when you're dressed," he stated looking at the floor.

"No, it's quite alright you wanted to see me, remember?" She reminded him buttoning up his gold shirt.

"Is that my shirt?"

"It is, I hope you don't mind but it helps you put the color inside of my world."

"There's just something about you love I just can't quite figure out. Keep the shirt if you like, it looks good on you."

"So, what did you need me for?"

"Oh, it's just that I wanted us to spend some time together. You know before we go back to Hogwarts where it's all crowded and away with our life."

"Well okay, nobody else is in the house so it's far from crowded here." Suddenly Ron's breath became shallow, "I didn't mean anything by that."

"Oh," his breath steadied, "Because you know we could do something if you wanted us to."

"Ronald!"

"Sorry." He mumbled then looked straight into her eyes, "You know I love you and would never pressure or hurt you right?"

"Yeah but what is this--"

"And you know you can tell me anything, so if you start to feel that I'm pressuring or hurting you just let me know and I'll stop." Hermione nodded unsure as Ron kissed her with all the passion he could muster. Hermione returned the kiss and started walking towards the bed. "I take it you more than like me," he said in a serious but joking matter; unbuttoning, what was now, her shirt while she messed with his maroon belt. They landed

on his bed as her navy skirt fell to the ground, leaving them in nothing but their unders…

"Ron, Ron I'm talking to you idiot!" came a shrill familiar voice from far away.

Curse whoever's interrupting my thoughts! "Ron, RON!"

He turned around, "Yeah?" It was just Ginny.

"So are you going to move or what?" she voiced.

"What?" he questioned, "Oh, yeah right," and continued on his way up the stairs. Once away from Ginny he stated to smile in a dreamy sort of way. How pretty Hermione is well I admit that hair of hers is a bit bushy, but I like to think it's full of knowledge working as a separate brain, but she did look good with it smooth, slicked, and straight. Remember that day the Yule ball to be exact I couldn't keep my eyes off her she was just so dog-on attractive. Brainy…no, hot…maybe, Hermione…yes that describes her perfectly. But what is Hermione? Uh…Er…I've got it--- and for the second time that day his thoughts of her were interrupted as he entered his room.

"What are you so happy about?"

Who's it this time? Oh just Harry.

"Oh, you know," you idiot he'll know if you just say that, "starting our seventh year and all." Oh bloody hell now he defiantly knows something's up, I should just tell him, I mean Hermione'll probably tell Ginny and she'll tell Harry won't she? Yeah, quick now be fore he leaves.

"Uh, Harry." Ron said just as Harry reached the door.

"Yeah?" Harry said turning around.

"I should probable tell you this before someone else does."

"What is it mate," Harry asked sitting on his camp bed?

"Well I kind of—Hermione well— we sort of…" Ron launched into the story of how when everyone else was busy that him and Hermione got busy, and everything else he thought Harry should know about them.

Harry just sat there with a surprised-but-I-pretty-much-already-knew face. "Wow," he breathed barely over a whisper. After all it was a lot to take in.

"Don't just sit there," Ron pleaded, "say something, anything but 'wow'!"

"So, what do think about all this? Good, bad, happy, sad?"

What is he talking about? I guess I feel happy that it was with Hermione, but sad I didn't wait until I was Older. Good that I know what it's like but bad because I wish I didn't know from experience. You're such a git! Say something already!

"I guess all of them," he said blankly.

"Why, why happy and good?" he replied scooting forward so he could hear Ron clearer.

"Why, because," he paused thinking how to word it, "because now I know what's like to be with Hermione and not just think about anymore. You know?"

Of course he doesn't know look at the look on his face, and if he knows about it with Ginny the whole family will kill him something even Voldamort couldn't do.

"Umm, yeah!" replied an unsure Harry, "So why do you feel bad and sad?"

"Because I didn't wait till I'm older and if someone finds out we could be done for!" he exclaimed placing his head in his hands.

"Well, that is true."

"I'm such a git, what should I do?" Ron looked up at him silently pleading.

"I think you should tell Hermione how you feel" he answered then got up and headed for the door.

"Harry."

"Yeah?" he turned around.

"Thanks mate."

"Don't mention it." He said and left.

Tell Hermione, tell Hermione! What kind of advice is that? Tell Hermione I'm gonna kill him! Tell Hermione what a git! Wait.Tell.Hermione. That's it tell Hermione I've got to tell her what I feel! Why didn't I think of something this simple? Now where did she go?

"Hermione! HERMIONE!"He yelled. Where is she?

In the room to his left he heard someone moving. It was Ginny's room, of course why didn't I think of that?

"Hermione?" he said pushing open the door. The person inside how ever wasn't Hermione but a half dressed Ginny.

"Ron! Get out!"

"I was just looking for Hermione," he explained to the floor.

"Is that what you were yelling about?" she said pulling on her shirt, "Well she's out in the garden."

"Did-did she tell you about anything?"

"She tells me a lot of things." She said raising her eyebrows, "What exactly is the topic of our discussion?"

"Oh, never mind" he said and started to walk out the door. As he reached the door handle she spoke to him again.

"And if I did know I wouldn't tell anyone." Ginny blurted out.

"Not even Harry?"

"Not even Harry," she paused, "unless you allowed me."

"Thanks."

"My lips are sealed." She motioned closing a zipper, locking it, and throwing away the key.

"Bye, Ginny." Ron said closing the door behind him. As he walked down the stairs he remembered they were in a hurry getting their things ready for tomorrow. He ran back up stairs and dragged his trunk with loud clunks down the stairs, and stored it in the storage closet. Then made his way out to the garden. Stopping as he came to Hermione sitting on the bench, then knelled before her.

"Hey." He said placing his hand on her knee

"Hello Ron."

"How-how are you doing?"

"I'm alright," she began, "considering the details of last night"

"I wanted to talk to you about that. About how---"

"No, lets just forget about it okay?"

"I wanted to tell you how I feel, about it--- about us."

"You did? So did I, I just thought you wouldn't want to hear about it"

"What would make you think that?

"I don't know Ron." She truthfully answered shaking her head.

"Well I guess you can tell me first."

"Um…I'm not sure actually. My emotions are all jumbled up after an event like that. I just wish--I--I wish that we would have waited until we were out of school or something at least. But I'm glad we did because I." She paused, "I-I love you Ron no matter what happens."

"I love you too, you are my life, my sun, my moon; being with you makes my heart soar. I can't live without you; you're what make me complete like the last piece of the puzzle. Being with you is like kindergarten."

"Oh Ron. It's just what if something happens, what if I get pregnant? What will happen to us then? Will we-will we break-up?"

"No, I won't let that happen, because I love you way to much for something that to happen to us, to you."

"Thanks Ron." She said as she kissed him on the forehead. He watched her walk away.

I love the way her hair sways with her hips as she walks.

's are quotes and such adapted from a movie, book, song, or T.V. show etc. the 1st 'You put the color inside of my world' from "Daughters" by John Mayer, 2nd 'there's something about you love I can't quite figure out' "You and Me" by Lifehouse, 3rd Quote "Being with you is like kindergarten" from High School Musical Troy to Gabriella