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RonHermione. HermioneRon. Everything is perfect for themtheir lives, future, careers, dreams and most of all their undying love for each other.

Then why weren't they married? What kept them apart?

And now after twenty years they meet again....but the circumstances are very different. Would the sparks fly?

Join them in their journey of finding true love, (which was in front of them for so long), and coping with what the destiny has in store for them...

Chapter 1

It was a perfect fall day. The wind rustling through the trees, the sky dramatized with a patchwork of blue and gray clouds and the birds chirping away. The trees had turned a different shade other than green that made the local scenery quiet exotic.

40 years old, Ronald Weasley sighed deeply as he moved away from his office's window and looked again at the wad of reports in his hand. He ran a nervous hand through his tuft of red hair.

'Lack of energy - low count of hemoglobin in blood - pale skin - sunken eyes - Severe headaches...'

He went through it once again, not quiet believing that this was happening, that this was real. It was so surreal. An owl fluttered through his open window. A handsome owl, his chest puffed out, held out his leg with the attached letter. Ron took off the letter and read it.

Mr. Ronald Weasley

You must have gone through my wife's reports by now. What do you think? Is there any way you could cure her of her illness?

We know that you're one of the best healers in the world and I think that the fate of my wife now lies in your hands.

Please when could we meet you? We are ready whenever it is convenient for you. It is a request that you send back the answer by this owl, as soon as possible for you.

Signed

Mr. Jean-Pierre Moules.

Ron re-read the letter thrice and he reached out for a fresh piece of parchment. He wrote:

Mr. Moules

I have gone through your wife's reports thoroughly. I would want to meet you and your wife as soon as possible. Is 6 pm this evening suitable for you? You can leave the answer with my secretary. I'm looking forward to meet you and your wife.

Best Wishes

Ronald Weasley.

Ron sealed the parchment and tied it to the handsome owl, which immediately soared off into the morning sky.

Ron sat down on his chair with his head in his hands, trying to go through the various possibilities. It was clear that she was suffering badly and that she was in deep pain. Even the thought of that she maybe hurt made him shiver uneasily. Why did this have to happen? Why did they have to meet after all these years when everything was going along smoothly? Why didn't she come, when he had been waiting for her...?

Now, even if she had to, why was it this way...?

He scrunched his blue eyes shut to let out all the entangled thoughts and memories from his head. Trying to clear his mind of all these mixed emotions. Suddenly a head popped into his office fire and called out his name. "Ron?"

Ron looked up and saw his wife's face in the fire. He got and moved towards the fireplace. "Hey"

"What are you doing here? We are all waiting for you," she asked quizzically.

"I - um," Ron remembered that he had promised to spend the weekend with his family. "Sorry dear, I have an emergency today."

"Emergency? What kind of emergency?" she asked rising up an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't understand. I don't think I'll make home on time and besides this will take the weekend."

"What? Ron, you promised the kids you would take them. After all, you deserve a break. You have been working too hard. Can't you just let someone else handle this? There are so many healers in the hospital...you are not the only one -"

"Listen dear;" he interrupted her, "This is very important. Someone's life depends upon me and I cannot just whisk it off. Being a healer, this is my first responsibility. Besides we can go out some other time."

"You have do have some kind of responsibility towards your family too. Moreover, we are all ready and packed. Kris and Tia are -"

"Kris and Tia would understand," Ron said in a slightly raised voice, getting irritated now. "They will have to. This is very important whatever may happen, I'm not coming back."

Ron got up from the fireplace, turned his back towards her and moved towards his table as he heard a pop behind him. She had left. Ron clenched his fists and banged them onto the table, causing many things to wobble and fall.

Ron was sitting in his chair; the clock ticked six. He put the reports back into the drawer so that it did not seem that he was looking at that only, since he got them. His secretary's head popped in his fire, "Sir, they are here. Mr. and Mrs. Moules. Should let them in?"

"Yeah," Ron responded. He sat back in his chair, trying to slow down his heartbeat, which was beating overtime. He wiped his forehead off sweat, also trying to conceal all the various thoughts and emotions running through his mind.

There was a knock on the door, he shuffled the some random papers around him and called out, "Enter," holding his breath cautiously.

The door opened and a man stepped inside. "Good evening, Mr. Weasley." A man about the same height as him but with a mass of dirty blond hair and hazel eyes greeted him with a small smile but the pain was evident. "It was really nice of you to meet my wife in such short notice. We know how busy you are," the man said in his light French accent. "My wife was very -

He turned to around to point at his wife. She was not behind him.

"Darling, come on. There's nothing to be afraid of," Mr. Moules said as he waited for his wife to enter. "She's been to so many healers that she's now a little scared."

Ron nodded his head, trying to come up with a simple 'Nothing to worry about' but all he managed was a croak. His eyes fixed to the doorway as he waited his hands gripped the table tightly that his knuckles turned white.

And then she entered.

She was beautiful as ever. With her long wavy brown hair accentuating her small pretty, face. Her chocolate brown eyes melting perfectly with her high cheekbones and soft cheeks. Her small lips carved elegantly along her lower jaw.

Her face was delicate and beautifully sculptured. As always.

However, her eyes had lost that shine and glimmer. Her hair was not that lustrous that they once had been, her face wasn't that radiant and her lips were trembling slightly.

She looked up at him and he saw the pain in her eyes. His heart melted at the sight of her. How could have he stayed away from her? How could have he let her suffer this pain alone? How could have they spend an eternity without each other?

His heart soared with the beautiful memories and moments he had shared with he, that came flooding in with her sight.

With Hermione Granger, his only love.

This is it. My first chapter. Hope you all like this and Don't forget to Review! Thanks.