"Ron…." I try speaking.
"Don't Hermione. Just don't." Ron cracks out. Tears swell up in my eyes as I fight back every urge in my body screaming at me to throw my arms around Ron.
"Ron. No. I know that your best friend just proposed to your little sister, but you can't be mad at me for it. You can't be mad at Harry and Ginny for being in love, Ron." I state firmly.
"Why, Hermione? I have every right to angered." He hisses, blue eyes taunted with emotion. I take a leap forward and plop myself on the steps next to him and pull my arms around his broad shoulders. He twitches but doesn't remove himself from my grip. Slowly, I lean closer until our forehead touch, centimeter by centimeter, I close the minuscule gap making our lips touch softly. Electric shocks run through my body, I love Ron so much.
Slowly, we pull apart and Ron gazes at me, those blue eyes no longer angered but glazed with a hazy shock of joy.
"That's why you can't be angry at them Ron, this is exactly why. If you believe in love, Ron, don't let it go, let your sister have the gift of love too." I whisper, my arms around his neck as I peer into his crystal blue eyes. He nods slowly but doesn't speak. When he kisses me, the unspoken words of "I love you" course through our lips and bodies.