A/N: Just a little New Year's one shot. I hope you guys like it, and I'm really grateful for all your kind words. Happy holidays, everyone!

It's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.

It was New Year's Eve and the Weasleys were having a great time. The party had started six days ago, once that Ginny agreed to marry Harry, and it practically has not stopped from then. Amazing food, firewhiskey, and the music from the muggle radio that Hermione got as a present from Ron all mixed as Hermione and Ron were out, playing in the snow. As a slow song came on, Ron held his hand out to Hermione. She took it and they swirled around in the snow.

Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?

Suddenly, Hermione slipped on a piece of ice and they both fell down. They got in a row of unstoppable laughter, the pairs of blue and brown eyes disappearing into each other, glistening from the snowflakes. Hermione's hair sprawled on the ground, mixing with the snow. They still held their hands together; the H on Hermione's mitten blending in with the R on Ron's.

Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

In a split second, Hermione decided that she liked this moment. The future would be beautiful if it was like this. Just Ron and Hermione, Hermione and Ron. This is how she wanted to spend her life. She rolled around, grabbed Ron by his scarf and kissed him like never before. There was something about the electricity on their lips mixing with the beating of their hearts they could feel, their chest pressed against each other's. After a minute of wild kisses, they finally parted. Breathing heavily, Hermione spurted it out. "Let's get married."

Don't say no, no, no, no-no;
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah;
And we'll go, go, go, go-go.
If you're ready, like I'm ready.

Ron was looking at her, as if trying to decide if she was joking. She smiled and kissed him again the same way as seconds ago. He got the message. "I really love you, you know that?" Hermione laughed and snuggled herself up to him.

Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go,
No one will know,
Come on girl.

"There's this muggle chapel in the village. We can go there as soon as possible. Let's go now! We can tell everybody later." Hermione smiled and shook her head. "We can wait a bit. I want everyone there." She let her lips touch his again. "I love you for agreeing with me on this.

So whatcha wanna do?
Let's just run girl.
If we wake up and you wanna break up that's cool.
No, I won't blame you;
It was fun girl.

Ron sat upright and pulled Hermione on his lap, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're not going to change your mind once you are sober, right?" She let out a laugh, hugging him. "I will never, ever change my mind. A life spent with you would be a beautiful one, Ronald Weasley." Ron cupped her face, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. "I couldn't have said it any better, love." He got up and stretched his arm out again. "I believe we have got a dance to finish." "And I believe you are right."

She accepted his hand, cuddling up to him. They slowly started to turn around, snow falling on their heads. "You know Ron, it's always been you. Ever since you had that dirt on your nose." Ron smiled and spun her around. "You know, Hermione, I was a little dumber. But it's almost always been you. Ever since we took that troll down."

Hermione laughed and placed her head under Ron's neck. "You aren't dumb. You just needed more time. And I still love you, and all your flaws." "Have I ever told you how perfect you are?" She smiled and led him to the house by his hand. "At least you think so." The moment they entered the kitchen, they heard the clock ring twelve. Ron picked Hermione of the ground and kissed her. "Happy New Year's, love." "Happy New Year's."

Cause it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.