All You Need is Love

Chapter 1: Strawberry Fields Forever

A/N: This story will be a multichapter songfic with Beatles songs, hence the name. This chapter is also part of a series of prompts based on drawings from a friend of mine. So...Happy reading! Sorry about the glitches if there are any. My MS Word isn't functioning. This is all done without spell check! Ron's POV.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real.

She always made me forget what wrong has happened, whether in my day or my life. With one look or touch, she showed that it didn't matter. She would ask me to join her by the fire, by the lake, or in our bed and my problems would disappear.

And nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields Forever.

"Don't worry. I love you and that's all that matters." And she would smile, and the world was gone.

April 13th, 1997 - Revelations

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

I couldn't talk to Ginny about it. She was the dream child; she wouldn't understand being the last in a long line of endless Weasley males. She didn't see how hard it was.

It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out. It doesn't matter much to me.

With Fred and George's joke shop, Bill's wedding, Percy's row, and Charlie's dragons, how could I ever stand out? I've never been extraordinary, and it gets harder every time one of my brothers does anything. But when Hermione tells me that I'm important to her, it doesn't matter anymore. She thinks me remarkable. And she's more than enough.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real. And nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields Forever.

"Ron, let's go sit by the fire." And as I sat, she said, "You're so important to a lot of people. Calm down. There's nothing to be worried about. We all love you, Ron. And you mean so much to me." I looked up at her in amazement. "I love you." Only a couple of days late. I smiled and took her hand.

"I love you, too."

July 15th, 2003 - Promotions

No one, I think, is in my tree. I mean, it must be high or low.

She was brilliant. More brilliant than most. That was unquestionable. She knew how to speak and write in a way I couldn't even dream. She always excelled at everything. She was too smart to be mine.

That is, you can't, you know, tune in, but it's alright.

I can't understand her sometimes. She doesn't usually talk in her technical attorney speech, but she has been known, on occasion, to confuse the bloody hell out of me. And she thinks so many things so fast, I can't follow her process. One thing after another. Her brain must be like the roots of a tree, entwined so deeply and thickly that it takes time and work to untangle them.

That is, I think it's not too bad.

She never seems to be bothered by it, but surely she can't stand it when I ask her to explain herself. I think for a moment about her first trial as a Junior Prosecutor. Half of what she said made absolutely no sense to me. Afterwards, she smiled and said, "Well, that was fun." Surely she'd want that in her lover, especially now, since she's a Senior Prosecutor. But then, she smiles and tells me that she loves me more every day.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real. And nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields Forever.

"Ron, you're smarter than most. And you are the only one I could ever be with. You're mine. I love you, Ronald Weasley, and no other could make me feel as happy as you make me. There is no other that I could love. Don't worry. I am perfectly happy, and I will never leave you. You are my life."

"You are my life, too."

September 4th, 2004 - Decisions

Always, no, sometimes think it's me, but you know, I know when it's a dream.

I sometime wonder how she could possibly love a prat like me. Tonight is one of those times. As she contentedly sighs and curls her body close to mine in my bed, I see that special little smile she saves just for me. I can't understand how that beauty could be mine. After these sorts of nights, I have to wonder if I've dreamed it all. If I'm still sleeping in the tent the night I returned to my best friends. Surely my life couldn't have resolved so wonderfully. The first girl I ever loved is my lover. How often does that happen? I'm dreaming. That's the only explanation.

"Darling, are you alright? You're awfully quiet."

"I'm fine."

Hermione gives me a disdainful look and says, "Ron, I can read you. There's something wrong. What are you thinking about?"

I think I know, I mean, er, yes, but it's all wrong. That is, I think I disagree.

"I don't see how I've deserved your love. Or how I received you."

"You love me. You deserve me more than any other."

"Well, I do, but I see no reason to that being your logic. It doesn't make sense."

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real. And nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields Forever.

"You give me all the loving care that you can muster. You show me that you love me every passing day more than anyone I've ever met. And I love you just as much. You received me and my love the night of the Yule Ball, when you were willing to fight for my honor, if need be. You were mad because I wasn't there with you. You had me at that very moment, but you didn't claim me. But by the way," she paused and took a breath, starting to get a little indignant. "I would have waited for you. Even if I met someone else, and I was ready to marry that person, I would still have been yours. I would leave that man willingly if you many any move. You are the only one I couldn't leave. Without you, there is no me."

I sat silently, knowing at that moment, I could never again doubt her devotion to our relationship. At that moment, I knew what I wanted to do. "I need you, too, Hermione. I will always be yours."

December 31, 2004 - Questions

Strawberry Fields Forever.

I fidgeted slightly, waiting for the clock to strike twelve and for the New Year to start. 2005 would be our seventh year together. A magical year. Hermione grins at me and says, "Excited?"

I laugh a little. "More than you know," I say, feeling an intense weight in my pocket. At 11:59, I pull her aside, saying, "You know I will always love you, no matter what." It isn't really a question. "I know you know I could never love anyone as much as I love you." I kneel on one knee in front of her, pulling a box from my pocket.

And the clock at the Burrow strikes midnight.

"Will you marry me?"

Strawberry Fields Forever.

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