But, Why?

Chapter 1: Because

It was sunset as he knocked on the door, feeling nervous. He had absolutely no idea as to how she would receive him. She could be happy that he came to apologize so quickly, apologizing wasn't something he did well, so she could be happy. It just wasn't likely that she'd be happy. He didn't think that birds would be involved, or at least he hoped not, she wasn't that angry, but he couldn't be sure. She was just too unpredictable. Of course, if she was predictable he probably wouldn't love her.

"Coming Luna, I'm just finishing my hair!" she called through the door.

Great he thought just great, she has plans…he was pretty confident that he wasn't part of those plans.

She opened the door, saying, "I didn't expect you for another half an hour Luna, I—"

"I'm pretty sure you weren't expecting to see me at all."

Without a word she closed the door.

"Hermione!" he knocked, repeatedly, "Please open up!" he was begging, and he hoped she would notice, he didn't beg often, "I'm sorry! Please don't do this to me! I can't stand being shut out like this! Please let me in! I need to talk to you!"

He was about to give up and turn away when the door opened to reveal his fiancée. She had her hands on her hips and her eyes were blazing. Even when she was angry she was beautiful.

"Yes, Ronald?" she asked, and if looks could kill he knew he'd be dead.

"Hermione I'm sorry! I shouldn't have blown up at you, it wasn't your fault, I just got jealous because I care about you. I love you! I didn't like the idea of that guy" he spoke like 'guy' had become the dirtiest swear word in the history of swear words, "making you realize that you could do better than me…" he trailed off, quite nervous at having just spoken so openly about his insecurities.

Without warning she flew at him and kissed him, hard on the mouth, and he kissed back, and he could tell that this time honesty had paid off. He was clearly forgiven. Suddenly she pulled back, and he was worried that he wasn't actually forgiven. She kept her arms around his neck, though, which seemed like a good sign to him.

"Ron," she said, half exasperated, half lovingly, "how could you think that I would dump you after two years just because Viktor Krum shows up at my office and says he loves me? What can Viktor Krum give me?"

"Well," said Ron, not making eye contact, "he's handsome, he's an international Quidich player, he has always liked you, even before I was positive I did, he…well, he's perfect."

Hermione actually laughed. "Ron," she said, exasperatedly, "don't you think that if I wanted those things I would've taken him up on his offer?" At this point Ron subconsciously held her a bit closer, and she took advantage of that by kissing his nose. "Really, how can you not know by now that I love you?"

"But, why?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why do you love me, when there's someone like Krum waiting to sweep you off your feet?"

"He can't sweep me off my feet, because you already have. You did in first year, when you saved me from that troll, you were my hero, and during that chess game when you sacrificed yourself. Or what about in second year when you spent all that time while I was petrified at my bedside, and faced giant spiders, your worst fear, to try and find out how to save me. Or in fifth year, when you fought in the Department of Mysteries, or in sixth year, when the Death Eaters came, and you helped fight them, or on the Horcrux hunt, when you saved me at Malfoy Manor. Or at the Battle of Hogwarts, where you saved the entire wizerding world, and me. And that's just the beginning of reasons that I love you. You're funny, and smart, and caring, and you don't care that I nag all the time, you like me for exactly who I am. And you can always tell when I'm upset, and you always know how to fix it. I love everything about you, I love how animated you look when you talk about Quidich, I love how your eyes sparkle when you look at me, like I'm the most important thing in the world. I love that goofy grin that you're always wearing, I love how you try so hard to be the perfect fiancée, without understanding that you already are. I love how nervous you get sometimes, and I love how your ears turn red when you're embarrassed. What could Viktor Krum possibly have on you? I love you!"

With that Ron kissed her, and both of them forgot everything, time, space, the fact that they were outside, everything. They were in there own little world, and neither could have said how long they'd been kissing, and they probably would've continued longer if a boy on a bike hadn't ridden by and screamed "GET A ROOM!"

Ron and Hermione broke apart and went into the house to find themselves snogging in Hermione's living room, Hermione on Ron's lap on one end of the loveseat. After a while Hermione made some hot coco while Ron started a fire, and they sat, cuddling and enjoying each other's company.

After a while, Ron spoke, "Will you move back in now?" she had left the night before after Ron had found out about the Viktor Krum run-in. She had returned to her old apartment, which she had kept incase they wanted to live there instead.

"Of course," she said, giving him a kiss. "Oh, and there's something I wanted to ask you."

"What?"

"When we were at the Three Broomsticks, and we saw that Lavender and Seamus were dating you weren't upset."

"No."

"Well, why weren't you?"

"Why would I care about Lavender?"

"Well, she pretty,"

"Pretty ditsy," he said with a chuckle, "anyway, I love you."

"Yes," she said slowly, "but why?" she looked down at her hands nervously; as if she was afraid she wouldn't like what she heard.

He put a finger under her chin so that she had to look into his eyes. "Because, I love everything about you. I love it when you interrupt me, I love it when you look all exasperated because I haven't read all of the books you have, I love the way your eyes sparkle when you're teaching me something, I love the way you think that I'm the greatest thing in the world, when really I'm not. I love it when you nag about something, because I know it's because you care. I love the way your hair looks, bushy and all. I love it when you're mad, and you put your hands on your hips and your eyes fierce. I love that you're smart, and funny, and sensible, and caring, and forgiving, and—"

But he was cut off by Hermione kissing him fiercely.

"And that," he said as they broke apart, "I love how unpredictable you are."

With that he kissed her again, and picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bedroom, without breaking kiss. They didn't return until the next afternoon.

"Well I guess the weddings back on," chuckled Harry. Ginny was sitting on his lap, her own engagement ring glistening on her finger. Seamus and Lavender, along with Dean and Parvarti, and Neville and Luna were all sitting in Harry and Ginny's living room, and all four couples laughed at Harry's comment.

"Oh be fair!" said Ginny, "she never called off the wedding! You're over dramatizing this!"

"Oh yes," said Seamus sarcastically, "storming out saying she never wanted to see him again definitely fit in with the 'we're getting married in three months' plan." Everyone laughed but Ginny, who pouted, and Harry kissed her gently, wiping the pout right off.

"Out of curiosity," said Neville, looking at Luna, who was on his lap, "how do you know that they're back together?"

"Well," said Luna, "she and I were going to go out tonight, so I apparate to the side of her house," Luna then explained what she'd heard of their conversation, "and then they start snogging," she finished. "They didn't hear me, and she didn't look like she was going to be surfacing any time soon, so I just dissapperated."

"Those two!" said Parvarti, exasperatedly, "they never have a dull moment! They're such opposites, I can't believe they've lasted this long. We all knew that they were into each other, but I thought they'd kill each other before they got married."

"No," said Ginny, "I think that that's why they love each other so much, because they're opposites. Haven't you ever heard that opposites attract?"

"And we all know that those two attract each other," said Harry, and everyone laughed.

"But," said Dean, leaning forward, a glint in his eye that only trouble making could bring, "you do raise an interesting point. I say we test our two love birds and see exactly what it would take to break them up for good."

"NO!" cried Lavender, "that isn't nice! I want them to be part of our five-couple wedding!"

"Don't worry," said Dean, rushing to explain before everyone in the room killed him, "We would tell them afterword that is was all us that did these things to them. Plus, I don't think anything would separate them. I mean, I sent in Viktor Krum, who by the way is actually married, and look at how much good that did!"

"You did what?" cried Ginny, "Are you trying to ruin their happiness, or are you just that stupid?"

"Wait a minute," said Harry, "I think I like this plan. From what Luna about their conversation they still doubt that they're good enough for each other, I think we should erase that doubt. It's three months until the wedding, so this should be wrapped up in two months, so that they have one month to actually focus on the wedding."

"Okay then," said Luna slowly, "What's the plan, Harry?"

Harry looked at Ginny, who was always good at these things. "Well," she said slowly, "I think that this operation needs Viktor Krum, Weasly's Wizerding Wheezes, and Lavender."

"Me?" asked Lavender incredulously.

"Yes," said Ginny smugly, "I think you'll do just fine."

---To be Continued---