Ron stood outside in the pouring rain, shivering. He clutched a bouquet of soggy flowers in one hand, and the other hand raised to knock on the door.
The door flung open, and a brown haired female stood at the entrance. She eyed Ron warily before gripping his arm and slamming the door shut.
"Are you insane?" she hissed, "You could catch your death out there! What are you doing here?"
"Er...here." Ron thrust the wet flowers into her hand. "I just came to apologize, for, you know…"
"Honestly, Ronald." She exhaled angrily. "You could've waited until the rain had stopped, instead barging in like the house was on fire."
"Hey, I didn't barge in, you let me in!" Ron protested hotly. "Besides, it's been six months since we, well—well the point is, you can stop treating me like I'm a load of dragon dung!"
"Excuse me?" she snapped.
Ron let out a frustrated breath. "You can stop being so hostile and at least allow me talk to you properly!"
"Fine." She crossed her arms belligerently. "You have five minutes of my time. Speak."
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Well, I came here to apologize again for what happened six months ago. It was all my fault and I accept full responsibility for my actions. I was scared and chickened out at the last second. I wasn't afraid of marrying you, I was just scared that you were only marrying me because you thought we wanted the same things."
She hid her tears at his blunt sincerity by turning her face away. He plowed on.
"I still love you, Hermione, and I always will, and that's why I came to say sorry."
She sniffled loudly, tears trickling down her pale skinned face. Ron approached her guardedly, unsure of whether or not she was going she was going to lash out..
Finally, she spoke, and when she did, it was painful for both of them.
"Did Harry help you rehearse this?" she asked tearfully.
"'Mione, he didn't help me at all. I decided to do this on my own. He helped me pick out the flowers, but that's all," he assured her firmly, not the least bit offended.
He tentatively reached out and brushed off her tears with his thumb. She didn't protest. Her resolve was melting, he could feel it. She may have put on a tough facade, but he was one of three people who knew how to break through that opposing front. The other two were his best mate, Harry, and his little sister, Ginny, but they both had other obligations, and Ron was sure that he had to go to her, since, after all, he had committed the offense.
"There isn't a day that I don't wish that I hadn't left you the altar. You are my life, Hermione, my one and only love, and I realized, that I was completely stupid to leave you like that. I love you, Hermione Granger."
Tears were now streaming down her face. "You selfish, noble, lovable, utter prat," she wept, and lunged towards him.
Ron opened his arms and she gladly leapt into them. Her tears spilled like an endless waterfall into his velvet jacket, but he didn't mind. He pressed his face into her bushy hair. A scent of coconut wafted delicately into his nostrils.
She looked up at him, tear tracks staining her face, but still somehow managing to look beautiful.
Her doe eyes were watery, but they were glowing. "I love you too, Ron. I missed you so much."
That triggered something inside of Ron that made him suddenly so emotional. He pulled her face up to his, and cobalt eyes locked with chestnut.
"I missed you too," he whispered, and he tilted his face forward. A sweet mouth met his, and arms wound around his neck. His head spun wildly.
Two minutes of intense passion passed by, and just like that, it was over. Both were out of breath.
"Well, that's something I never want to witness again," said a masculine voice out of the blue.
Ron and Hermione turned around, startled, as another voice floated out, this one feminine.
"Shut up, Harry! They were having a moment," the voice chastised.
"Now you've given us away," the male voice groaned. "See, they're staring at us."
Ron and Hermione watched in astonishment as Harry and Ginny emerged from under the Invisibility Cloak, bickering over something pointless.
"Harry?" Ron gasped weakly, as Hermione echoed "Ginny?!"
The couple smiled sheepishly, Harry's hand automatically jumping to his hair. "Hello, mates," Harry said, waving his other hand awkwardly, "Thought we'd stop by to see how you're coming along. Seems like you're getting reacquainted quite nicely."
Ron swore, and Hermione seemed at a loss for words. Ginny slapped her fiancé on the arm. He yelped indignantly. "Hey! Watch it!"
"Sorry for intruding, we'll just leave you alone now. Come on," she added, dragging Harry forcibly to the door.
Ginny had just opened the door when Ron regained the use of his voice.
"How did you get in?"
"Easy. We slipped in when Hermione opened the door to let you in."
"Were you watching us the whole time?" Hermione had found her voice.
"We were, though now I regret it. My eyes are never going to be the same."
Ginny hit him again. "Don't act like a baby. Everyone saw it coming."
"Love you too," he grumbled, rubbing his sore arm. "So, are you getting back together?"
Ron and Hermione snapped out of their stupor and shared a jubilant glance. Ron spoke for them both. "Actually, we were thinking of getting married. Since we never got to the first time."
It was Harry and Ginny's turn to gape.
"Woah," said Harry finally, "Congrats, mate." He clapped his friend on the back.
Ginny went to hug Hermione. "Congratulations, guys. It'll be a wonderful wedding."
Hermione's eyes connected with Ron's. "You mean weddings, right?"
Ginny let go of Hermione immediately, in shock. "You mean, a joint wedding?"
"Why not? Me and 'Mione, and you and Harry can be wed on the same day." Ron clarified, "It's only right that we all get married the same day."
Ginny's eyes teared up. "That'll be perfect!" she cried. She turned imploringly to Harry. "What do you think, Harry?"
Harry was looking flabbergasted. The decision was basically made for him.
He kissed her chastely in response. "Let's all get married," he said joyfully. He linked arms with Ginny, who looped her arm through Hermione's, who clasped Ron's hand.
'C'mon, let's go grab some butterbeers, and then we can figure out how to break the news to Mum," said Ron jovially. "She's going to go beserk finding out that there's not going to be one wedding, but-"
"-there's going to be two," Ginny finished for him.
Harry and Hermione chuckled. Getting married was one thing, but informing Mrs. Weasley that there were going to be two weddings, one for her youngest son and one for her only daughter, was another thing. It was like unleashing a Graphorn: once you got her going, it was hard to stop her. They would have to appease her somehow.
They were making quite the racket. Four drenched young adults skipping merrily through the streets in this gloomy weather would make you think they were roaringly drunk. Muggles gawked at them unashamedly.
But right now, none of them really cared. They were wrapped up blissfully in their own world.
Inspired by Taylor Swift's "How You Get The Girl." I'm planning on writing a three-shot on the marriages of Harry-Ginny and Ron-Hermione. This is just the first installment. The next one will be longer.
When I started writing this story, I was using Harry and Ginny instead of Ron and Hermione. Then I changed my mind, because this was more likely to happen to Ron and Hermione. Harry and Ginny...never.