The real Ron and Hermione Story

Hermione's perspective

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I have heard a lot of talk about Ron and me about our wedding and the wedding night and I am here to tell you the truth.

During the war when we kissed, it was kind of like an 'I've Loved You' kind of kiss. We didn't know what was going to happen, so we made a promise to each other. We either finish together or not at all.

We did get close to a few hits. When we were going to the Chamber of Secrets, Dolohov sent a curse to Ron but it nearly hit the tip of my nose. So I stood there stunned at how close I was to death because if I kept running alongside Ron I would have died before we kissed.

Ron turned to Dolohov and sent the Locomotor Mortis curse (Leg Lock Curse) in his direction. Then he grabbed my hand and basically pulled me to the Chamber.

After the war, we didn't get together right away. He did accompany me to Australia to find my parents. I was a wreck.

To have my parents look me in the eye and told me they have never seen me before was terrible. Ron took me aside as I started to break down. He told me that he would do the spell for me. I was so touched.

He went into the room while I waited in the hall, trying to catch my breath.

After a few minutes he returned to the hall with them. I had to turn around and hum to myself so I didn't see or hear anything.

Once he was done, Ron turned to me and I leaped into his arm while tears ran down my cheeks. Finally I looked over to my mum who was tearing up and had her arms wide open. I left Ron's grip and ran into her arms.

I felt horrible for putting the spell on them but they never held it against me. They understood that I didn't want to hurt them.

We all went back to England for Fred's funeral and my parents did come. They wanted to pay their respects to one of my good friends.

His funeral was beautiful. It was held at the Burrow. In a way it was celebrating his life, but everyone was in tears.

It was odd to think that only a year ago we were celebrating a wedding, but now mourning all who had died.

I couldn't get Ron to communicate his feeling. I didn't have help from Harry because he was consoling Ginny, Mr. Weasley was working on Mrs. Weasley, Percy was working on George, Charlie was working on other relatives and Fleur was working on Bill.

None of the Weasley wanted to talk. All they did was eat, sleep and cry.

Finally on a cool July night, I took Ron on a long walk around the property. He told me that he had always liked me and the only one he told was Fred and he was the only one who didn't get to see us together.

I looked up at him as he put an arm around my shoulder. He had tears running down his cheeks but made no noise. I put my arm around his waist and felt hot tear well up in my eyes.

To think that the goofy ginger had always liked me like I did him, just warmed my heart.

We continued walking for the little while in silence until we were at a gazebo at the top of a hill. We sat on a bench and looked down at the Burrow.

I shivered as the wind started to pick up. Ron bent backwards at picked up a knitted plaid blanket and wrapped it around the both of us. We still sat in silence until he got up and walked away. I saw him wiping his eyes. I felt so awful. I got up, with the blanket still tightly around me, and ran after him. He was at the top of the hill next to the one I was on. He stood there then finally looked up to the sky and screamed, "Why?" Then he dropped to his knees and put his head in his hands and began crying uncontrollably.

I was standing about five feet away when he dropped. I ran by his side and put an arm around him.

"It's going to OK. We are going to survive this. Together," I said. As soon as I said together, Ron lifted his head. We looked at each other for a long time.

He broke the silence by whispering, "Together?"

I knew that after Fred's death he needed someone to lean on, and I was there. I leant into him and softly kissed his lips. "Together," I said while tear started to form in my eyes.

That was our second kiss.

I took of the blanket and laid it on the ground. We laid side by side on the blanket looking up at the stars.

"I'm going to help George out with the shop for a while," he said to break the silence.

I felt crushed. He needed me and I was about to tell him that I was going back to Hogwarts.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts," I said without hesitation.

Ron sat up and looked stunned. "But Hermione," he stuttered, as he tried not to cry, "I need you here with me."

"I know you do," I said bringing him for a hug. I wanted to continue but I couldn't. It hurt to much. How could I abandon him.