Red

Red. Such a lovely colour it is. It's the colour of strawberries and roses two of my many favourite things. Ronald is the top of my list of favourite things and the colour red could actually sum up our relationship. But for me it's the colour of anger and embarrassment.

Anger well, there used to be-and there still is only a little bit though-a lot of anger in our relationship. When me and Ron first met and when we first became friends we argued for hours, and then six years later we still did. It wasn't because we wanted to; it was because we were hiding our feelings for each other. I loved Ron for ages and I still do after knowing him for fifteen years, but I only starting loving him in probably the summer of our third year. Months before the whole Yule Ball and Victor Krum incident.

When the war started and me, Ron and Harry went on a three year long journey finding and destroying Horcruxes, me and Ron stopped arguing. I don't know why and from what he's told me neither does he. When Voldemort was killed and his followers were put in Azkaban, me and Ron finally got together. We told each other how we felt towards the end of the war, when there was more chance of us surviving.

However when we moved into our first house together we constantly argued! Neither of us backed down-as usual-so the argument went on for hours and we would forget what started the thing in the first place. When we eventually stopped arguing we'd blank each other and go into separate rooms. But we'd make up and forgive each other; actually I forgave him more often as I couldn't resist his pouting and pleading. So we'd have dinner then go to bed early so we could make up, and to this day I'm sure Ron started arguments just so we could have the amazing sex that we did after having fights.

Speaking of sex, which was the other thing we would argue about. He would go on tours with his Quidditch team and I would miss him-who bloody well wouldn't- so when he came home I would want him to walk through the front door and straight into the bedroom. Too difficult for Ronald Weasley to do? Yes. He'd complain he was tired and just wanted to talk about what had happened whilst he'd been away. Nothing had happened whilst he'd been away except for me planning out my fantasies!

When he wanted to get horizontal, I was busy at work or doing paperwork at home in the study. So he'd stroll in and start asking me I'd be done or how long until I got off. When I got off! I'll tell him when I got off and I did! Well…I at least I'd try to, he'd just launch himself at me. I could either scream for help and never get the opportunity to live out one of my fantasies, or I could just well you know…let him do the dirty deed. I quite enjoyed his…visits…to the office and only so I could have the upper hand to bribe him with something later.

I was always welcome to make a visit to him when he was touring, so that when I could bribe him. Either we go behind the stands and…relieve ourselves or I tell all his team mates about his embarrassments at Hogwarts.

That is one the reason I chose embarrassment for this colour. There have been many other times when he's been embarrassed or I have been. The one I remember well is the one at Fred and George's birthday after the war.

It was at the Burrow and all the Weasley family, Harry and me were all in the sitting room. I went into the kitchen to get another piece of birthday cake and walked in to find that Fleur had taken my seat. I didn't mind, really I didn't seeing as the woman was eight months pregnant and looked like she was about to burst. So I walked over to the armchair by the fire, which was where Ronald was sitting and I sat on his lap and continued to eat my piece of cake. He sort of stiffened a bit-and not in that way-so I looked at him and he was blushing like made and I gave him a confused look, but he just looked at the other people in the room. That's when I noticed almost everyone was looking at us, it wasn't that awkward silence look, they were all still talking but were looking at us the same time.

It wasn't until Fred leaned over in his chair and said to me and Ron,

"About bloody time! Me and George were starting to think that you two would never happen!"

that Ron finally relaxed and put his hand on my hip. I guessed it was just the shock of me sitting in his lap like I did it all the time. I mean we had been together for a month by then and we passed the whole 'let's just keep it quiet' stage.

The other was when we first got intimate. We were in bed and the mood was right and I was just about to 'release the beast' you could say when he jumped out of the bed. I was shocked but upset I thought it was because of me, but he pacing and mumbling. So I asked him what was wrong, he sat on the bed again and went into this long talk about his 'friend'. He was saying that he thought it was well…small, and that the twins had said things about the youngest boy has the least equipment.

He was just rambling on and going redder with every word so I stopped him. I said that it didn't matter, one because I had nothing to compare it too and that I was told by my mother, unfortunately that 'It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion in the ocean'. He laughed after I said that and got back into bed, and my mother was right after all-even though I think he is well equipped- it's the motion in the ocean.

He also embarrasses me…a lot. The worst time he did was when we first got engaged. He had asked me at our house before we went to Harry and Ginny's to celebrate his birthday. I happily said yes and we had a quick-very quick indeed-celebration on the sofa in the lounge as we were running late. That wasn't the embarrassing bit, as we were walking through Hogsmeade, he kept saying to every person who walked passed us 'This is my future wife' and 'This is Hermione –soon-to-be-Weasley-Granger'. We passed lots of Hogwarts students and many of our old teachers as it was in school time. It was just so humiliating although I have to admit it was quite funny, as he had a big grin plastered to his face the whole time.

He didn't stop there though. When we eventually got to their house and he had a few too many firewhiskies he made the announcement. He made such a big show about it; he first started talking about me for what felt like an hour until Harry shouted something, so he then talked about us for what felt like another hour. Until he actually said it and was welcomed by another round of firewhiskies as what were meant to be compliments.

That's all I can think for red. As I said before we've embarrassed each other plenty of times and gotten angry with each other too, but in the end I think it was all meant to happen as me and Ron are stronger and happier than ever.