Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, never will.

My first official Harry Potter fic and first ever fan fiction posted on Takes place after the 6th book. Hope that you enjoy it!

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Days of Bliss

It was a warm morning in the Burrow, being that it was the beginning of summer and the young Weasleys and Hermione had just came back from school two days earlier. Hermione figured she'd stay until the day after the wedding so she'd at least have time to tell her parents about what her, Harry, and Ron were going to do instead of attending their 7th year at Hogwarts which she dreaded greatly. How they were going to Godric's Hollow…and fight Voldemort. She pushed these thoughts away as she didn't want to think of it so soon.

Bill and Fleur's wedding was just a while away and everyone was rushing around to get things done, particularly Mrs. Weasley and the girls. They all went with Fleur to try on dresses at the nearest Muggle shop for the wedding, much to the girls distaste. Ginny was particularly disgruntled when Fleur commented that the gold dress she tried on made her shoulders look rather boyish looking ("Whatever that means." Ginny snapped.) and further commented that the lavender dress Hermione tried on clashed with her bushy hair.

"Zat izn't your colour, Mz. Granger" she had said. "And your hair! It iz too…big." Hermione looked absolutely furious at the young Frenchwoman in front of her as she was already greatly offended about the other things she had commented her on before.

"Bushy?!" she cried. "Just because you have perfectly straight hair doesn't particularly mean you should comment on my-"

"Just ignore her, Hermione." Ginny said quietly. Hermione muttered an audible 'Honestly!' and continued her dress shopping in silence. She finally picked out a powder blue strapless dress that fell to her knees and hugged her figure. Everyone looked at her in awe, even Fleur who was trying on a rather flattering wedding gown herself. She was amazed herself when she looked into the large, round mirror.

"Wow, Hermione!" Ginny said, grinning. "Planning to impress Ron with that dress, eh?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione said quickly. "Impress Ron? Why would I have to do that?"

'Impress Ron…?' She thought to herself but shook her head as her face started to get red. 'No! He's my best friend!'

The way home was very noisy as Ginny was continuously chanting 'Ron and Hermione sitting in a tree… K-I-S-S-I-N-G!' until Mrs. Weasley had to tell her to shut her trap. Hermione was relieved to be back at the Burrow until she opened the back door.

"Hey Herm- OOF!" Ron said, colliding into her accidentally. He was planning to fly on his broom in the yard, and by pure coincidence, he was going out the same door she was at the exact same time. Mrs. Weasley scowled at Ron and told him to act more like a more civilized person. As Ron let out a quick 'Sorry' to Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Fleur, and much to Hermione's horror, Ginny went through the door. She swore she saw a grin on Ginny's face as she and Ron shared an awkward silence.

"Hello to you too, Ron" Hermione muttered suddenly. She blushed when he held out his hand to pick her up. Ron didn't seem as flustered. "Fine day, isn't it?"

"Yup." He said. "Wanna go fly with me? It's not too fun doing rounds alone."

"Well, I suppose I can…" Hermione said, brushing the dirt off her clothes and looking up at the rather tall and gangly boy she had knew for nearly seven long years.

"Really?" Ron said, obviously surprised but grinned all the same. "Thanks."

And with that, they both walked over to the broom closet and grabbed Ron's as well as Ginny's broom. Hermione, not being the flying-type of person, didn't own a broom because she had no need for it. Moreover, she had nearly forgotten how to fly and kept falling off.

"Honestly, Ron, how can you stand doing this?" Hermione exclaimed after her fourth time falling on her bottom.

Ron laughed and shrugged, not answering her. He flew down to meet her and once again helped her to stand. 'What a guy' she thought. Figuring that she had had enough, Hermione opted to sitting at the nearest tree by the yard and watched Ron fly instead. She sighed and then smiled as Ron showed her a few tricks he had learned by playing Quidditch at Hogwarts. These few blissful days were precious to both of them as the battle with Voldemort was just a few months away.

Ron eventually got off of his broom after an hour of flying. He walked up to Hermione, broom in hand, and gave her a lopsided grin.

"What d'you think?" he asked. "Impressed?"

"Viktor's probably better." She said playfully. She knew Ron still had a grudge over Krum, but didn't know why.

"Old Vicky hasn't got anything on me!" Ron said, trying to act tough. "By the way, d'you still talk to that guy?"

"When's Harry coming?" she said, changing the subject.

"In a few days, I guess." Ron said rather quickly. "But don't go off topic, Hermione. Do you still talk to Viktor Krum?"

"So what if I do?" Hermione snapped. "I can talk to anyone I want."

Ron looked at her with a faraway look. She could sense his apparent jealousy. 'Is he…really jealous…? No, I mustn't be conceited; he's just being a protective git. What does he think of me? Like Ginny? Like Harry? Like Lavender Brown?' She shook her head vigorously. Ron didn't seem to notice her being uncomfortable.

"Well, if you ever need to talk to anyone with a lack of common sense" Ron said quietly "And knows how to say your name right, talk to me Hermione."

Hermione flushed. She nodded and got up, hugged Ron much to his surprise, and walked back to the house.

Ron didn't know a girl could make an impact on him by saying absolutely nothing. These days of peace were ones he'd definitely treasure the most.

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Yeah, it's short, I haven't wrote a fanfic in a year. But I promise to make them longer! Please review!