AN: This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction so be nice. I don't have the best grammer or spelling but, I do have a story to tell. I bet you saw that I spelled grammar wrong, didn't you? See what I mean. Any who, I have NEVER any of my pieces but, I truly do I hope that I finish this one before losing motivation. I have three chapters written so far and I'll post once a week. I bet 75% of you don't read the author's notes but, I tried.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. J.K. Rowling owns all the character and she is the queen of everything

Chapter 1

Walk On By

Can I lay by your side?

Next to you, you

And make sure you're alright

I'll take care of you

~Lay Me Down, Sam Smith

3 years ago

Ronald Weasley nervously thumbed the ring in his pocket as he rocked himself back and forth on the swing. It was a summer night and the lazy, humid breezes were softly kissing him

The burrow was the hangout spot of the season. Harry shared a room with him and Hermione visited almost everyday. His mum's calm nonchalant demeanor had begun to fade slowly as the amount of people in the home grew. It had been a year since the war had ended but, the atmosphere was still heavy.

The aftermath of a war was always harder than the battles. The months he had spent fighting Voldemort, his mind was preoccupied with strategies and tactics. It was after winning the war when he realized what it had meant.

For him, war was the loss he felt after he understood that Fred was never coming back. It was the devastation that spread throughout him when his mum's smiles disappeared, when George refused to leave his room and when his father lost the bright gleam in his eyes.

For Harry, war was avenging his parents' death. War was waking up everyday and realizing that everyone he loved-his mum, dad, Tonks, Lupin, Sirius, Dumbledore-was dead. It was the smooth, tranquil state of mind he held, it was acting like a legend despite the fact that all he wanted was to delve an opening and cover up in it for eternity.

For Hermione, war was something Ron couldn't process as much as he attempted. War for Hermione, he figured, was coping with the fact that the two people who she loved the most didn't know her, didn't love her. War for Hermione was knowing how much her blood was hated and how there were hundreds of people killed just because they came from a muggle background. Whether he was fighting for the light side or not, Ron was still a pureblood, he never had to experience the atrocities wizards inflicted upon muggleborns.

He absentmindedly pressed his fingers against the ring, feeling its rough edges scrape against his skin.

The Burrow was bustling with energy and he could hear Hermione's quiet laughter.

He had always wondered what their relationship meant . He always knew that Hermione harbored a crush on him since he was 16. He didn't respond be that as it may, but, as the war had drawn closer, he started to ponder more about it. But, chasing for horcruxes opened his eyes and made him see that the young girl he generally thought as his sister was a woman. He watched her disintegrate, re-build and afterward crumble once more. One day amid fighting, a spell hit her square in the chest and Ron did the first thing he could-he kissed her. They were dating now but, their conversations lacked words and had plentiful of awkward, silent moments.

The ring sliced through his finger and he dropped it as he watched a single drop of blood trickle down his thumb. He bent down on one knee and picked it up before holding it towards the moon, watching it reflect against the translucent light

"Ron," he heard a breathy whisper.

Before him stood his girlfriend in her old jeans and a plaid shirt. Her eyes rested on his and a tear rolled down her face. He watched the water slowly fall until it hit the top of his thumb.

"You're proposing?"

He looked at the jewelery and then back at her. What was he going to say? "Hermione, t-t-this isn't…"

"Oh Ron! Yes! Yes," she yelled, crying and laughing at the same time before launching herself towards him.

He wrapped his hands around her. Merlin, what was he going to say to her? How could he tell her that he wasn't proposing to the girl who had done so much for him? Bloody hell, this wasn't even his ring, he had found it lying on the floor near his parents' room.

"But, I just find this a little surprising. You never told me you loved me before," she whispered. "But, you always caught me off guard. I love you."

Do you even love her, he thought. You don't even know what your relationship means. "I-I-I love you too, 'Mione."

Then he put the ring in her finger.

She let go of him, wiping the tears before grinning brilliantly at him. She took his hands and went inside and coughed loudly. Everybody halted what they were doing and took a gander at the couple.

Ron felt his throat swell and it was harder to relax.

"Ron proposed."

There was a minute of quiet before he was concealed in embraces and praises. He looked as she spouted to Ginny and Mum, who had the grins he had prayed to see.

"Look,grandmother's ring mum," he heard his sister say.

His mum glanced at him before she looked at Hermione.

"My son was never sentimental," his mum whispered, her voice noiseless and cool. "That ring was my mother's and two or three days back, it turned up gone. I simply expected it had vanished underneath everything. That ring means something to me Hermione and for Ron to offer it to you is huge. He truly cherishes you, Hermione and I'm pleased with him for picking you. I have two little girls now."

He felt bile ascend on his throat. He watched the three most important woman in his life embrace. He was fucked, big time.

Present Day

Hermione Granger sat superbly still on her seat as she looked at her ring. Ginny moved uncomfortably by her as she stuck the last bit of her hair. She had demanded that all the wedding arrangements were done the muggle way, the normal way.

It was a beautiful day, the kind that one would read about in book or would comfortable spend on a park or a recreation center. The sun considered her, making a corona around her appearance.

Her eyes were focused upon her arm jewelry as she whirled it between her fingers. It was a sapphire blue interweaved with diamonds and Hermione was certain it cost a little fortune.

When Malfoy had heard that she did no have her something blue, he had a tantrum before raging out and coming back with the most costly thing she had ever found in all her years. He had guaranteed that it was his mother's- - something obtained - and it was the brightest shade of blue she looked at.

She picked it unwittingly. Obviously Malfoy wasn't going to the wedding despite the fact that she had industriously begged him for quite a long time. She knew it was a result of Ron, regardless of the amount she attempted to change her life partner's feeling of Malfoy, he was recklessly determined that he was the same foul, loathsome boy he was at school.

Hermione scowled as Ginny cleaned some kind of translucent powder all over.

"All done."

She sucked in a full breath and took a gander at the mirror.

The reflection staring back at her was almost unrecognizable. Her lion's mane was tamed and whatever Ginny applied to her face made her look less awkward and simple. There was a sprinkle of freckles that couldn't be hidden no matter how much stuff was applied on her face. She felt uneasy and slightly uncomfortable. She didn't even know who it was.

"Don't you love it," Ginny exclaimed placing her hands on her shoulders.

"I-I- Of course I do Gin."

"What's wrong?" Ginny's smile faltered. "You don't like it?"

Hermione turned around and enveloped her in a hug. "No,no, I love it, it's just all the wedding jitters."

Ginny's face softened. "Aww honey, it will be fine. You and Ron love each other very much and that's all that matters."

Hermione smiled softly.

"Now, go put on your dress. You have an hour left before you walk down the aisle."

Ginny's stomach churned as Ginny handed her the dress. She clutched the plastic material covering it. Was this right? Why did she feel so uneasy? It was just wedding jitters, she decided as she walked to the dressing room. She stripped and stared at her reflection. Ginny had forced her to wear black, sexy undergarments. It had frills and lace in places she never knew could have frills. She flexed her arms and pushed up her bra.

Ginny told her to act sexy and confident and "own it." She awkwardly twirled her curl and made a pouty face.

I look like a duck.

She bit her lit and widened her eyes.

Nope, she looked like a slag.

She lowered her body and pressed her arms up against her boobs.

She looked like a hooker.

Hermione stomped her feet and whined. Why was she so nervous? They had sex before, she knew what he liked and what he hated. She dropped her hands, the butterflies had returned adored Ron for's the love of all that is pure and holy. Why was she so worried?

Malfoy! He had always helped her when she had her apprehensive break down. She scrambled up and got her telephone and dialed his number. He had gotten a phone a year ago following months of her nagging. She at last taught him how to use after 5 broken phones and 3 number changes later.

She clutched it against her ear. It was ringing. It was ringing. Your call has been cancelled.

What's wrong? Why wasn't he picking up?

She dialed his number again.

"Hello," his voice was cracked as if he had just woken up.

It was 4 for goodness sake.

"Malfoy," she whispered. "I-It's Hermione.".

"What's wrong Granger?"

"I don't know what to do," she replied honestly.

"Weasley fucked up, didn't he?" he roared. "That little fucker! I knew he wasn't.."

"No, no, no. He didn't do anything. I feel so nervous Malfoy. Am I doing the right thing?"

She heard him sigh from the other line.

"Look Granger, I'm a ladies man. I don't do relationships. I'm the last person you should be asking for advice."

Hermione closed her eyes. "You're the first person I could think of. I'm sorry. I-I'll just hang up."

"No,no wait," he replied. "Listen, do you love him?"

"Yes."

"Can you imagine spending your life with him?"

She closed her eyes and smiled. "Yes."

"Can you imagine having kids with him?"

"Lots of them."

"That's disgusting, Granger. But, there you go. You fucking love him. As much as I disapprove, go marry that bastard."

She laughed, feeling less tense. "You have to stop doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"Insulting him! He's my future husband!"

"I'm saying the truth," he replied. "There's still time you know. You can ditch him and come over to me"

"I'm getting married today!"

"It never hurts to try."

She heard breathy, feminine moan. "Uhh listen Granger, I have someone over right now. I gotta go."

"You let her stay over? Whoah Malfoy, you never let them stay over? Is she someone special?"

"No. But she's really good though. We were really tired, if you know what I mean."

"Gross."

She heard a faint knock on the door.

"Listen I have to go. I really hope you come."

"Your husband and everyone else hates me," he said. "But, I hope you'r happy with this."

"I am. Thank you, Malfoy." And then she hung up.

Hermione stood up, feeling the confidence Ginny had described to her. She unwrapped the dress from the plastic bag and put it one with hassle.

She took one last glance at the mirror. The dress was perfect. Her hair was perfect. She looked perfect. This day was perfect.

She was ready. She was as ready as she'll ever be.

AN: This is a dramione fic so, don't worry. Oh pleas review. (Insert cute emoji)