"Do you Ronald Weasley take the Hermione Granger to be thy wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer as long as ye both shall live?" said the minister of magic.

"I have known the answer to that since I was thirteen years old, I do." Ron said with the biggest grin on his face as he looked at his beautiful bride. Her hair was pulled back in a beautiful French twist, her eyes were twinkling brightly. He looked at with a reassuring look asking her again if she was sure. She just smiled brightly and looked into his eyes pretty much screaming that she loved him. He was breathing very slowly and was very nervous he would screw this up. Or worse, wake up. He just had all these thoughts in his head and while thinking he heard the minister start repeating the vows to Hermione. Any other type of repeating, Ron would just not listen, but he wanted to hear everything today he went back to listening to the minister repeat the vows to Hermione that he had just heard addressed to himself.

"Do you Hermione Granger take the Ronald Weasley to be thy husband to have and to hold, through sickness and in heath, for richer or for poorer, as long as ye both shall live?"

"I do." Hermione said with tears of joy streaming down her face. She was breathing so heavily and the only thing that kept her from fainting was the fact that Ron was there, Ron just said I do. She couldn't help but want to ask are you sure you want me. She knew he could have Lavender; she was more beautiful she thought, but no, he chose her. She can still remember the day that they met. What he said, what he was wearing, even remember that he was going to change a rat yellow. She is still trying t o figure out how their marriage is going to survive this war. She thought I could say no now! But she just remembered the day he proposed and her mind drifted to that very night… She was waiting in Hogsmeade for Ron to show up, the whole time she was quite curious to why he wanted to meet her there. She was thinking like why couldn't we just meet at the orders headquarters, or at his house, why here?

Just then Ron walked in. he sat down next to her and he looked so nervous, he was breathing heavily and was sweating a lot on his head. He was pale white.

For moment there was complete silence, then Hermione spoke up, "Why did you want to meet me here Ron?"

He spoke very low, "Be…be…because I wanted to see you."

She replied in her "I'm smarter than you tone", "Ron we could have met at headquarters, or school, or even your parents house, there is a reason why you asked me to meet you here, what are your reason?" she was very annoyed because he wouldn't answer her at first and she hated it when he was evasive. She looked at him with her eyes looking at him like please tell me.

He spoke up finally looking her straight in the eye. He lovingly looked at her and wanted to grab her hand but just touching her will get him excited. So he spoke

"Hermione I have something's I need to say to you, I needed you here because here I can make you listen. Do to the circumstances we have been put under, I need to tell you some things you need to know. You may not want to know them, but you need to hear these things never the less. So in other words shut up and listen!" He said that very demanding and he thought he hurt her feelings but it needed to be said.

"Alright Ronald, I'll listen to whatever you need to say." She said this very calmly only because she was quite curious. She was sort of hurt by his tone but she heard worst tone.

"You have been my best friend since the first day of school. I argue with you constantly, I can't stand the way you read so much, I hate the way you scream at me when I need to be screamed at, and its quite annoying the way you are always right." He paused and took a breathe, " But because you know how to push my buttons is why I'm here speaking to you, because you can get through to me at all costs, because you know everything about me, every flaw, every mistake, every regret, for all of your flaws and regrets make me fall in love with you more and more everyday. I want to kiss you all the time and whenever your in trouble all I want to do is protect you and make you feel better, I love you more than I loved anyone in the world."

She stood up and got in front of Ron, she spoke softly behind her tears, " are you quite done?"

"No, I need to see how your feel first." He said trying not to cry.

She started looking at him with raging eyes of anger she said, "How could you Ron, it took you this long to say something! Bloody hell! You could have said something! Why didn't you?" She yelled at him so fiercely.

He was now mad and irritant, "Well Hermione, what the hell was I was suppose to say, Hermione I've been in love with you since forever, oh yea that would have been freaking lovely, I told you now because I can't lose you! I needed to tell you because if something happened to you or I, I wanted you to know how I feel, but obviously you don't feel the same!" With that he turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm forcefully. He turned rudely and opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't because she pulled him closely to her body. He was now sweating worse than ever.

She could feel his heart racing against hers, she finally spoke in a whisper, "I never said I didn't feel the same." Right then she kissed him passionately, more passionately than anything she has ever read in a romance novel. She removed herself from the kiss, but she didn't back away from his body, she put her head on his chest.

It rested there for some time. Then he lightly pulled her head up from his chest in a caressing way he rubbed her cheek and kissed her gently.

Then he finally spoke." Then I may proceed with whatever else I have to say?" Ron said with his hands on her waist and hers on his waist as well.

"Yes, you may." She said happily wanting badly to kiss him again. She looked at him think what else can you say? There is nothing better than the words and the actions you just said and did. She wanted to say that, but she didn't, she decided to hear him out.

He withdrew his arms from his waist with a chain reaction she withdrew her arms from his. He grabbed her hand and pulled something out of his pocket, he got down on bended knee and finally spoke to breathless Hermione, "Hermione Granger, will you doing me the honor of marrying me and spending the rest of your life with me?" With that he opened the box and inside was a diamond ring the size of about a dime, cut with little diamonds.

She couldn't breath for once she was speechless. She wanted to scream and jump for joy ant the same time. Her heart raced faster than a speeding bullet. She glared at the ring and then at Ron with tears in her beautiful eyes she said, "Oh my…Merlin, Ron I love you so… much. I would love to marry you… I will marry you. YES! YES, Ron I will… marry…you." She said through tears. With that he slipped the ring onto her finger and she flew into his arms and hugged him and with a quick pop kiss, she was held by him for as long as hours or as short as seconds she couldn't tell the difference, it just felt god to be there.

He didn't want to let her go. He liked feeling her breath on his chest, her heart beating against him. He wanted to feel that way all the time. Her chest was against him very crushingly but not in the bad breathless way, the kind if breathless squeeze you want to feel.

Hermione snapped back to reality and went into tears as the minister said, "I know pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

"Bout bloody time," Ron said. And finally grabbed Hermione and kissed her passionately. He was actually so happy he didn't think about Voldimort. Her kiss was sweet and thrilling and heated as well. He wasn't expecting it to be this luscious. He had kissed her before, but he guessed it was because she was his and he was hers. As they with drew from the kiss, they were both blushing and grinning.

At the reception the Weasley, the Grangers, and many other families were merrily dancing through the entire party. Everyone was happy and no one was thinking of the war, Voldimort, or any unhappy thing, that is until…

"Well what a lovely little occasion, and I wasn't invited?" said someone behind a group of people wearing black. They couldn't see whom it was who was speaking to them until the other men moved and then there was a man whose long white hair went down past his back and he was tall as well.

Ron new exactly who it was. He grabbed his wife's hand and moved towards Harry and his little sister Ginny who were also hand in hand. They stood there facing the man who still had not turned around. Harry spoke, "Lucious, what are you doing here?"