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Hermione's POV:
Now what. Voldimmorts dead. The Funerals are over. The grieving will never end, but it has subsided. Everyone's lives have started again, except for mine that is. Well, Ron is sort of in a bit of a rut as well. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and I were all offered jobs as aurors without our NEWT's right after the war. Harry and Ginny immediately leapt at the chance, while Ron and I are still undecided. Harry and Ginny start training in a month, and Ron and I don't want to be alone, so we staid at the Burrow.
I'm sitting under a huge oak tree at the outskirts of the burrow attempting to read (attempting is the key word here). I have a perfectly good copy of Hogwarts: A History sitting in front of me that needs reading, yet no matter how many times I read the opening paragraph, I cant processes a word of it. Realizing that this is getting me no where, I sigh, close the book, not even bothering to mark my page, and put it down.
My fingers rest in the grass, playing with it like I do with my hair when I am thinking or nervous. The warm summer breeze floats by and I can smell the sent of the Burrow linger with it. It smells like home. It smells like Ron. I smile a little at this. Ron has always had a special… ability with me. Even when we were ten, he could make me blush like a madman. Now, my knees go weak just thinking of him.
After a few minutes, the smell gets strong, and stronger. I close my eyes and lean against the tree and wait as the soft footsteps get louder and louder. I feel him sit down next to me. He slides his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him, leaving A trail of fire on my skin where ever we had touched.
I rest my head on his chest, and take huge gulps of his sent. I look up at him only to find a face filled with a kind of intensity I had never seen before.
" Come with me" his voice is gruff from lack of speech. " I have enough money for a beautiful house because of the war. Come with me." He's asking me to move in with him. Right here. Right now. I know I cant be without him more then 24 hours already. I went to visit Mom and dad after we lifted the memory charm, and I ended up apperating into his room at 1:00 in the morning because I simply couldn't sleep without him. I depend on him, sometimes more then I like.
I nod and let the silent tears fall from my glistening eyes. His features instantly morphed into ones of concerns, and I manage to squeak out " Happy tears." between sobs. He smiled and simply pulled me closer to him and let me cry myself dry. When my overwhelming wave of happiness subsided slightly, I looked up at him with a soft smile and said " I really do love you". He chucked. " You act as if I didn't know. And I of course, love you just as much." I closed my eyes and let him find my lips for a soft, lingering kiss.
When he pulls away, we grin at each other. We would both be quiet content staying there forever, savoring the unspoken promise of spending the rest of our lives like this. Together, side by side, and loving every minute of it. But naturally, we were soon interrupted by Mrs. Weasley's call for dinner. "We should go." I said, obviously reluctant. He just sat there, cocking his head to the side and smirking. "What?" I asked self-consciously. "You" He said warmly. He got to his feet, took my hand, and lead me back towards the Burrow.