Hermione's eyes opened hazily. She blinked repeatedly, and, as her vision began to clear, two striking blue eyes swam into focus. She grinned. She was in bed with Ronald Weasley, her boyfriend – no, husband as of last night – and she couldn't be happier. He was looking down at her with such love and adoration that she thought her heart was about to burst. She lay on her stomach with her head on his bare chest, his hands stroking her curly brown hair, which was still half up in the elaborate do from the day before, but half tumbling down on all sides of her face, sticking up at weird angles. In Ron's opinion, she had never looked prettier. He bent his head down slowly, and his lips met hers. He ignored the pain in his neck and back, as the glorious sensation spreading from his mouth to every part of his body was worth it all.

"Ron!" Hermione breathed into his mouth. Ron smiled against the kiss and broke away, pressing his forehead against hers so he could look into her beautiful brown eyes. Hermione giggled. "Ron, why didn't we do this earlier?"

Ron laughed then. "Hermione, I'm the one that's been trying to get you into bed at every opportunity for the past two years. It was your choice to wait until our wedding night, remember?" He kissed her nose, grinning. "Not that I'm complaining. Last night was spectacular." Hermione blushed, remembering their first night together. Her blush made Ron's smile grow even more.

"That's not what I meant," she laughed. "Though, yes, I agree." Ron's fingers found hers and their hands entwined together, and became one. "I meant just being together in general. We spent so many years fighting and hating each other, and wasted so much time!"

Ron gulped, and nodded. "I know what you mean. I'm sorry Mione, I know I should have been honest with you from a lot earlier. I knew how I felt about you from the Yule Ball – not love at the time, maybe, but I was definite I wanted to be with you. It's just, things kept getting in the way … Krum, and then McLaggen … and I was convinced you and Harry were gonna get together for a bit…" Hermione snorted, unable to contain her laughter. Ron frowned. "What's so funny! That would have absolutely killed me!" But he couldn't stay angry for long: the feeling of Hermione's stomach rippling with laughter on top of his was too perfect.

"Ron, I have never felt that way about Harry!" she laughed. "It's just funny because, yknow, he's like my brother. I love him so so much, but I could never BE with him! Gross!" Ron smiled again, relieved, and kissed her again. When they finally broke apart, Hermione giggled again. "Maybe that's why you being with Lavender upset me so much. I knew you didn't love her!" Ron laughed again.

"That's an understatement. She drove me mental! You know I was only with her to prove a point … to you, I might add." Hermione stroked circles on Ron's hands, the pressure calming and warm. "I know we've been stupid … me more than you, of course. How could you ever be stupid? Brightest witch of your age and all…" he added, knowing the name irked her. Hermione frowned in mock irritation and hit Ron softly on the mouth. He laughed. "Hey, I was only teasing! What I was going to say is, we've been stupid, but it's all ended up perfectly, so I'm glad I was a prick of a teenager." Hermione laughed again, her smile growing with every passing minute. "However," Ron continued. "That was before I realised I'd married a husband abuser. You better be planning on kissing it better…"

"Of course!" Hermione giggled, and their lips met again, their tongues moving passionately against each other, making up for all the lost years.