This whole story will be in Hermione's point of view.

Happiness

Flashback:

The air is so soft and gentle as it sweeps my curls across my face. We walk through the yard, towards the pond, where I hear the toads croaking. Ah, the sounds of summer at the Burrow and peace in our lives. Suddenly, a freckled hand reaches up and brushes the hair out of my face. I look into the eyes the color of the sky and smile. He smiles back. He tucks my hair behind my ear, and cups my cheek with his gentle hand.

"I love you, 'Mione." He says to me. And I still feel that fluttery feeling in my stomach that I felt the first time he told me that. I sigh and smile.

"I love you, Ron." I say before he kisses me sweetly on the lips. We stand content in that moment for a few minutes before he pulls away and twines his fingers in mine. He leads me to the pond, and we sit down next to it. He traces circles on my hand with his thumb. I feel whole; as if nothing bad could ever happen. He lets go of my hand, and stands up. I look at him questioningly, and he smiles as a response. He reaches into his pocket, and kneels down on one knee; his eyes a little higher up than mine. I immediately start breathing a little faster, and feel the tears coming into my eyes.

"Hermione. I've loved you for quite a while. I loved you before I even knew I loved you. I know that you will always be there for me; with criticism and love. And I love both of them, because that makes up...you. And you are exactly what I want and need. I don't feel right when I'm not with you, and I want to keep you mine forever." He opens the little velvet box he got out of his pocket. Inside was a simply beautiful diamond ring. It was made up of a white gold band, with a small, but beautiful diamond in the center, surrounded by tiny diamonds. It's so beautiful. "Hermione," Ron says, and I look away from the ring, and into the eyes that I will always want to look into. "Will you marry me?" He asks, as he pulls the ring out of the box. I let a few tears drop, and start nodding continuously.

"Yes. Of course." I mumble. He smiles the biggest smile I've ever seen from him, and slides the ring onto my third finger on my left hand. He grabs my face in his hands, and kisses me passionately. I break away and hug him tightly. "Oh my gosh," I choke out between the tears. "I love you so much," I whisper into his ear. He whispers back.

"I love you too."

End of flashback/dream

I open my eyes, and smile. I love having that dream. It is one of my most vivid dreams. I roll over and snuggle up to Ron's chest.

"I love you, Ron." I whisper into his neck. I feel his arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me closer. I hear his breathing slow again, as he falls back asleep. I smile at this; so typical Ron. I love him to death for it though. I breath in his scent and fall asleep in the arms I love to have around me.

MORNING:

My eyes flutter open, and I squint at the sun coming trough our window next to the bed. After my eyes adjust, I focus in on Ron lying next to me. He's on his side, with his head propped up on his hand. He smiles at me, and brushes my hair out of my face like he did in my flashback of a dream.

"Good morning, love." He says as he grabs my hand.

"Good morning." I respond, yawning. He chuckles at my tiredness.

"Did I wear you out last night again?" He asks jokingly. I rip my hand out of his, and turn onto my other side facing away from him. I go along with his little "joke".

"No. You didn't." I say smugly. I feel him slide next to me on the bed, and wrap his arm around my waist.

"Are you sure?" He asks, still going on with the joke. I throw off the covers, and jump up onto the wood floor our bed is set on.

"Absolutely positive." I say and walk out of our room, grabbing my robe off the back of the door. I wrap my robe around me as I walk down the hallway to the kitchen. I look at the pictures of the walls of the hallway. Several recent of Ron and I. One of Harry and Ginny with their new baby James. A big family picture from Christmas at the Burrow. A picture of me trying to teach Ron a handshake in second year. A picture of my parents. A picture of Harry and Ginny, and Ron and I. I watch as the picture moves, and Harry pulls Ginny closer and kisses her on the side of her head. I think about their pictures in their hallway. It's probably now filled with pictures of James, Harry with James, Ginny pregnant with James, Ginny after James's delivery, pictures of a family. I feel a pang in my heart as I think about how Ron and I are just a couple; not yet a family. Well, we have been married for two years, so it's okay. We still have time. I feel two arms wrap around my waist. Ron rests his head on my soulder.

"You okay," He asks.

"Yup. Of course. What do you want for breakfast?" I say, pulling out of his hold, walking into the kitchen.

"Don't worry about it. I'll have cereal." He answers. I can tell he's trying to figure out why I'm really not okay.

"Okay. Well, what do you want to do today?" I ask him, trying to act casual.

"Well, I talked to Mum yesterday, and she wants us over for dinner. Everyone's coming."

"Okay. That sounds great. I haven't seen Bill and Fleur in a while. What time do we have to be there?" I ask, guessing he doesn't know.

"Um...I think at five maybe." He says wearily, knowing I'm not going to be too happy that he doesn't remember.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. You weren't paying attention were you?" I accuse him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Hermione. It's not that big of a deal. Just call her on the phone or whatever. You bought her a phone for the house, and she knows how to work it. And so do you, so just call and ask her." He says madly.

"Why can't you call her, Ron? Why do I have to call her? I taught you how to use a phone too! Why can't YOU call YOUR mother to ask when YOUR family is going to be meeting at YOUR parents' house? Hm? Why?" I ask, getting angry.

"Because I don't want to look stupid. Calling her and asking her when we meet there, even though she told me yesterday, seems stupid." He yells at me

"Yeah? Well so is not paying attention." I yell back, and grab the phone roughly. I dial the number quickly, and stand right in front of Ron. He knows not to leave the room. He knows to not move. He knows that one wrong move will set me off. He stands there in front of me, and glowers straight back at me. I put my hand on my hip and lift my chin; dignified.

"Hello?" I hear Molly say.

"Hi, Molly. It's Hermione." I say back, not changing my stance in front of Ron.

"What did my son do this time?" Molly asks. She knows me well. She knows when Ron and I argue. She heard us argue everyday after the war was over. I'm surprised she didn't ever yell at us.

"Well, he can't seem to remember when we are supposed to be at your house tonight." I say, raising my eyebrows at Ron. He sticks his tongue out at me. I can't help but smile at his immaturity.

"Six o'clock this evening, darling." She responds, chuckling.

"Thank you, Molly. We'll see you then." I say goodbye then hang up. I turn back around to Ron, and smile. "Why do you always have to spoil it when I'm mad at you?"

"Because you love me too much." He says jokingly, pulling me by my waist toward him. I wrap my arms around his neck. I nod jokingly too.

"Yeah. I guess that's true." I smile, and he reaches down and kisses me.

"I love you too, Hermione."