Hermione woke up early, pinned underneath Ron's muscular arm, and ran her finger along his bottom lip. Ron groaned and shook his head in his sleep. Hermione laughed and leaned over to kiss Ron on the lips.

"Mmmm," Ron moaned and pulled Hermione closer. "G'morning, Mione."

"Ron, I have to get up now--"

"Nope," Ron interjected. "You're staying in bed with me all day."

"Oh Ron," Hermione chuckled. "If only I could…don't you have practice today?"

Ron grinned. "No, because we have a match tonight. You're coming, right?" Ron asked anxiously.

Hermione kissed him on the lips and climbed out of bed. "Of course," she replied, dodging Ron's attempts to pull her back.

"Have a nice day at work, love," Ron said, rolling onto his stomach.

"Thanks, I told Ginny that I'd meet her for lunch and then I have a meeting--" Hermione stopped, smiling to herself. Ron was snoring already.

"Ginny!" Hermione called out, waving her hand in the air. Ginny meandered through the tables in the crowded coffee shop and sat in the chair opposite Hermione.

"Good to see you, Hermione," Ginny said, smoothing her hair with her hands.

"Likewise," Hermione said. "How's your summer been going?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I only graduated from Hogwarts two weeks ago and Mum and Dad are already trying to get me out of the house!"

Hermione laughed. "That makes sense. You're the last Weasley child. They probably want to have the house to themselves for a change."

"Well you think they'd be more subtle about it."

Hermione and Ginny ordered coffee and scones and talked for an hour before Hermione excused herself.

"I have to get back to work," she said. "Are you coming to Ron's match tonight?"

"You bet," Ginny replied. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," Ginny said, hugging Hermione. "See you tonight."

Hermione's day passed excruciatingly slow and she was distracted all day, thanks to Ron.

"Merlin, last night was great," Hermione thought to herself. She recalled sitting on the couch in Ron's flat, reading a book, before Ron picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. They made love all night, trying with all their might to keep their cries of passion inaudible so Ron's neighbors wouldn't hear them. It was not until the early morning that they fell asleep in each other's arms.

When Hermione's shift was over, she clocked out and made her way to her room in the resident wing of St. Mungo's. She searched her wardrobe and dresser for something to wear to Ron's Quidditch match before settling on a pair of jeans, a blue tank top, and a thin white sweater. Her hair was pulled up in a casual ponytail and her face glowed from the summer sun's rays.

Hermione apparated to the Weasley house, where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting with Harry, Ginny, Fred, and George.

"Hermione!" Harry called out.

Hermione ran over to Harry and kissed him on the cheek. "Harry! I haven't seen you since we all had dinner three weeks ago!"

"I know," Harry said. "I've been so busy. The ministry has some new clues about certain Death Eaters and they're sending the Aurors all over the world to find them."

"Oh, Harry, I do hope you're being careful." Hermione said.

Harry chuckled. "No need to worry, Hermione. I didn't train a whole year for nothing."

Hermione smiled at him.

"Fred, George," she said, hugging them both.

"Good to see you, Hermione." Fred said.

"I bet you can't wait to see little Ronniekins," George added. Mrs. Weasley frowned at George as they all made their way out the door and down the road.

"Grab on, everyone," Mr. Weasley said, holding out the portkey. In just a few seconds, they were all standing in the crowded line leading to the doors of the Quidditch stadium. They all showed their private passes that allowed them to sit in the reserved section of the stadium, high above the arena. A half an hour passed before the people in the stands began cheering when the players were announced as they entered the field.

"Ivanova!…Westmore!…Preston!…" the announcer called.

The cheers of the Quidditch fans were deafening as the Chudley Canons were called out one by one. Hermione waited anxiously, as always, until they called Ron's name.

"…and Weasley!"

Hermione, Harry, and the Weasleys all shot out of their seats at the announcement of Ron. Hermione was always proud of the fact that Ron got the most cheers from the fans in the stadium.

Two hours passed and the score was close. The Canons were leading with 110 to 90, but the Snitch had not been sighted until, suddenly, Ivanova dove straight down towards the ground. The opposing team's Seeker followed suit and was gaining speed while trailing behind Ivanova. The two Seekers were flying so fast that they looked like one blur, so when the Snitch was finally captured the crowd went silent.

"The Snitch has been caught! 150 points to…" the announcer paused. "THE CANONS!"

The stands erupted in cheers and applaud, the most noise coming from the V.I.P. section full of Weasleys.

Hermione jumped up and down and waved to Ron, who was blowing a kiss to her. The Chudley Canons flew around the Quidditch pitch a couple times, waving to the crowd, then flew into the corridor leading to the locker rooms. After a few minutes, the stadium was still cheering and celebrating when Ron walked out into the middle of the field.

Hermione gasped. "What is Ron doing?!"

"I don't know," Harry said, trying to hide a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer roared. "Mr. Ronald Weasley."

Hermione's stomach fluttered and she did not take notice of the uproarious cheers emanating from the crowd. Her eyes were locked with Ron's.