A/N: This story isn't made by me, but a really talented classmate of mine! She's a huge fan of Harry Potter, and I just love her fics! She gave me permission to post this, and I hope you enjoy!
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Sweet Surrender
A maiden roughly 17 years of age, with cascading locks of bushy, brown sat quietly at a bench, alone, or so she thought. She was being watched lovingly under the stare of a young man with fiery red hair. The girl hung her head, fearing what would happen next with her life . . . and wanting no more than peace and love.
3 years later...
The same girl same at the very same bench, but this time, overjoyed. It had been merely a month since Lord Voldemort's downfall and nearly a year since she had been dating Ronald Weasley. She sighed happily and heard someone cough from behind. She jumped and grinned when she saw the familiar red-head.
"Ron." She said, happily.
"Hey, love." Ron said tenderly making his way towards Hermione and softly kissed the top of her head. Hermione blushed ever so slightly and smiled.
"So, dear Ron, what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
Ron merely smiled and casually slipped his arm and grasped her wait.
"I missed you." He said. Hermione just chuckled and looked at the setting sun. Ron buried his face on the crook of her neck, stroking the ends of her bushy locks.
"Have I told you that I loved you?" Ron whispered. Hermoine smiled.
"Have I told you I love you when you say those three words?" Ron looked up and smiled and pulled her towards him, his arms around her, and their legs intertwined. She looked up at him, while he looked down.
"Hermoine..." he said in a low voice. She softly smiled and she moved upwards as their lips locked in sweet surrender.
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A/N: I really enjoyed this oneshot, I think it's the best one so far. D