Hermione Granger walked down the Hogwarts hall, giggling and holding hands with her ginger boyfriend, Ronald Weasley. For the past six years, Hermione wanted this moment more than ever and she was very grateful for it. Ron and Hermione (or Romione as the students of Hogwarts liked to call them) were happily walking to the Great Hall for breakfast. All eyes at the two.
"Well, the two of you seem to be delighted together," exclaimed Harry Potter as the gang sat down at the Gryffindor Table.
"Actually Harry, we are." replied Ron, "Does it bother you to see your best friends happy?"
"Oh no! Not at all, Ron. I'm thrilled, completely happy. Perfectly perfect in every way possible." said Harry, in a sarcastic tone.
"Harry, honestly. What's wrong? Does Ron and I being together truly..bother you?" asked a compassionate Hermione.
"It's not you two at all! It's just that I'm kind of nervous about asking Ginny to the senior dance. I'm just getting moody about everything since this morning." Harry revealed.
"Bloody Hell. It's not that hard Harry, just go ask her. Knowing Ginny, she would die for you to ask her to anything. Ever since Dean Thomas dumped her, she's been desperate for you to ask her to the dance." Ron replied happily.
"Really?! Wow! Thanks Ron, I'll go ask her before anyone else tries!" Harry said, quickly hopping off the bench.
Hermione sighed. She thought about how sweet Ron was for helping Harry ask out his sister. Let alone allow Harry to date her. Hermione couldn't wait for the senior dance to come, it would be the most amazing night of her life! Hermione's beautiful ball gown hung in her closet in a protective case so that the white glitter wouldn't fall out. The dress was a gorgeous, snow white. It was sleeveless and it captured her hourglass figure perfectly. Besides her dress, she would be enjoying the dance with the boy of her dreams and her best friends. Hermione couldn't wait!
"So 'Mione, are you coming tonight?" Ron asked her, disturbing her thoughts of next Saturday's dance.
"Oh! I almost forgot! But, yes, I'll be at the Burrow around eight and then I'll leave around ten." Hermione answered.
"Two bloody hours!? Why don't you stay the night, please?" asked Ron, holding her hands together in his and kissing her knuckles.
Ron looked deeply into Hermione's eyes. How could she say 'no' to a face like that?
"Okay." Hermione whispered.
Hermione smiled and Ron smiled back. They both closed their eyes and leaned in slowly, still holding hands. Hermione could feel Ron's breath upon her lips, they were so close when…
"No kissing in the presence of your fellow classmates!" Snape hissed, slapping the back of Ron's head before he walked away.
"Fuck Snape. We all know he's doing Sprout anyways." Ron whispered.
Hermione giggled. Tonight was going to be the first time Hermione had dinner with the Weasleys as Ron's girlfriend. She wasn't nervous, though. The Weasleys were like family and she had no reason to be afraid of them and she knew that. After 'Romione' finished their breakfast, they walked to the Gryffindor common room and shared a big comfy chair.
'This is love,' Hermione thought. 'This is true love.'
Hermione sighed and she thought about how perfect her life was now. She was ever so grateful, she had everything a teenage girl could ever want. Nothing could go wrong tonight. It was going to be a fun night with her boyfriend and his family. They were going to eat and she would enjoy her stay with the Weasleys. She was with Ron, and with him there, everything was perfect. Hermione finally felt… perfect. She laughed at the thought. Hermione rested her head on Ron's chest. Tonight, she would spend all night with him. Dinner with the boy of her dreams and his family, she thought once more. What could go wrong?