For the first time, she was happy. They would go on walks, watch Netflix, have debates, and they would love each other. Being in love was strange. It filled her with this feeling of warmth she had never known, or even thought possible. From every forehead kiss, to every text fight, he was everything. She knew even in the darkest of times she would love him. Even if they broke apart, she would love him. Love is weird. Love is good. Love is telling each other stories when the one is sick. Love is facetiming and teasing each other about their teddy bear when they are apart. Love is holding each other's hands and smiling at the way your hands intertwine perfectly. Love is a bond. It brings you together and keeps you there. But love can hurt. It can scare you. It can terrify you and haunt your nightmares. And it did haunt her. But somehow he was still always there. Always waiting with praise of her on his lips. Calling her beautiful and talented and clever.
"I love you always"
"I love you forever" is her response. She means it. With all her heart.
"You're my everything"
"And you're mine" So they were happy. They stayed happy. Together. Laughing and smiling. Crying and yelling. Together through it all, for their bond was stronger than most. Every once and awhile, someone would doubt the love they shared, or if it was true, for how could it with the fighting they did? Or through the obstacles they had to pass? But it did. For Ron and Hermione beat the obstacles like everyone in love does and will. For their obstacles were nothing in comparison to their love. So they were happy. And one day, so were their kids, and their grandkids, for they had the perfect model for happiness right in front of them.
