Title: Friendship and Commitment
Author/Artist: ceirdwenfc
Beta: None
Disclaimer: 1. This is a work of fan-fiction. 2. No money is made. 3. JKR retains her pieces. 4. The rest of the bits are mine.
Rating: PG/PG-13
WIP/Length: 394
Main Characters/Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Warnings: for Dove…ha! None. Actually, there's character death, mild sexual situation.
Spoilers: DH, post DH
Summary: A grouping of three vignettes for Dove's birthday.
Author's Notes: Have a lovely birthday. :-)
Ron sat on the ground, staring at the looming sunset, his arms wrapped around his knees. He could hardly breathe. The only one feeling worse than he was would have to have been George. Possibly Fred. He grimaced at the macabre thought. The freshly dug earth was settling back into the damp ground, and he knew that everyone was gathering back at the Burrow, but he could only sit. And stare at the newly formed mound. He helped dig. He remembered digging for Dobby, and while there was catharsis in the work, there was abounding sorrow. His head dropped to his knees and his back shook in sorrow and deep grief at losing someone so close to him. He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was soft and pressed firmly on him and soon, his pain was gone as though a spell had been cast and she had taken it away.
*****
Ron's ears turned red when his bedroom door was flung open. He and Hermione jumped apart, she stammering and flustered.
"Mum!" was really all he could say. His open trousers and Hermione's lifted skirt really said it all. Molly Weasley stared at her youngest son, her eyes wavering precariously between feigned horror and amusement. She set the pile of laundry in her hands on top of his chest of drawers.
"Ronald Weasley," she finally said, in a monotone that forebode…something. "Your Great Aunt Muriel is here, and she would like to see you downstairs in the kitchen before you open… your gifts."
She left, closing the door quietly. Ron looked into Hermione's eyes and smiled sheepishly.
*****
Hermione was stunned. She stared into Ron's eyes. He held her hands, and in the ensuing Christmas drama, she hadn't noticed that he was quietly putting a small sapphire and diamond ring on her finger. It was only when he squeezed her hand, and whispered, "Let's get married," did she realize what he'd done. She finally came back to herself, and threw her arms around his neck, kissing his face with tiny little pecks until he could finally capture her lips with his in a much deeper kiss. She heard George hoot and holler and was that Harry in the background as well? Wankers. She didn't care. They could take the mickey all they wanted. All she wanted was Ron.
*****
They were married the following spring.
