Ron's POV
It's a sad thing knowing that it's all over. To know that the thing you have been after all your life is now achieved. You feel happy and thrilled, yet empty as though you no longer know what to do with your life. As the victory stood there suspended in the air amongst friends, I began to think about one thing; love. I began to think about Hermione Granger. I had been thinking about this for a while now, about how I love her, and I believe that she loves me, and I began to think that maybe after the battle had been won that we could be together. Although I can't help but to make excuses for myself now that the moment had arrived. I think of how so many we loved had been lost, how my own brother had been lost…and I'm here selfishly thinking about love. Maybe death did have something to do with it. Although I also think the butterflies in my stomach may also play its own little role. I believe that after weeping for our loses, we can then be together. Even though Harry hadn't wasted anytime to start snoging my sister. So why should Hermione and I wait?
"Ron! We won!" Hermione sang rejoicing our victory. "He's dead, he's gone! Harry did it! We did it…" she whispered wrapping her arms around my neck. I placed my arms around her breathing her in and loving every moment I had with her. She then gently pulled away from me, tears falling down her beautiful face, It killed me to see those tears fall from her brown eyes.
"Don't cry Hermione, its over, what's wrong?" I asked while removing the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs.
"We've lost so many of our friends…" Death was on her conscious.
"They died with honor and victory. They were proud to go in that way."
"Ron…I've been meaning to ask you about something."
Hermione's POV
I had been thinking about our kiss. Ron and I had kissed sometime during the battle and all I want right now is to do it again. I think that could bring us together.
"Yes, Hermione?" I smiled at his use of my name. I then leaned in and closed my eyes as I gently pressed my lips against his. We were kissing. He pulled away from me.
"that wasn't really a question…" I was disappointed. He didn't seem to care at all that we had just kissed.
"Ronald?"
"Yes?"
"I love you…and I've been meaning to ask you…if maybe…do you love me, Ronald?"
"Hermione I-I just lost my brother."
"I know and I'm sorry, and I'm going to miss him very much just like you will, but I need to know, do you love me or not?"
"Cant this wait?"
"No Ronald it cant wait! I've been waiting for seven years! Do you love me?"
He looked at me and put his hand on the small of my back.
"I do love you Hermione Granger. I love you like the desert loves the rain. A rain that the desert has been waiting for, for seven years. I want you forever." He kissed me and then I knew we'd be together forever.