She is beautiful. I sit on the bed and watch as she brushes her hair, the tamed curls easily sliding between the combs' teeth.
"What are you staring at?"
"You."
I love the way her cheeks suddenly turn crimson as she rolls her eyes at me,
"I love you."
"I know," she says as she moves over to me.
I remember the Hermione from our childhood; her buck teeth and her hair a frizzy mess. I loved her then. I was afraid to tell her.
She's a woman now. The war is over and I can see our future long and bright ahead. I pull her into my arms and she laughs. I love her laugh.
"Ron, please, we said we would go visit your family at the burrow."
"They can wait," I hold her close to me and take in the scent of her strawberry shampoo, "I need you right now Hermione."
She looks down at me and smiles, "Ok… I do love you, by the way."
I kiss her gently and she seems to melt against me. I move back a little and whisper,
"Hermione, why did you tolerate me for all those years when I was always such a jerk to you?..." this question has been on my mind for seven years.
She backs away more and looks at me seriously, "because… I always seemed to know," she paused and thinks for a bit. I take this time to place kisses along her jawline, "That I loved you…I couldn't let you go," she concludes with a whisper.
She pushes me so my backs on the bed and lowers her lips to my ear, "no matter how much of an arse you were…I still loved you Ronald. I always will."