Ask Me First
by alloy
The trees were just turning green when her lover arrived, strolling through the front gates of the castle, bold as brass, the clasp on his heavy cloak signifying his rank as the lowliest of Auror cadets.
A man on the very bottom of the ladder, a man on the ladder none the less.
A nod from the headmistress was enough to send her flying down the stairs. At the door of the great castle she pulled the ties from her hair, allowing it to fly free, the way he liked it.
Heedless of the stares of her fellow students she flung herself into his arms. He hoisted her effortlessly, spinning her around to the applause of the many on looking witches.
"What? Why? Ron?" She gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"Professor McGonagall sent me an owl" He replied lifting his hand in silent salute to the head mistress.
"Told me about the ball."
Hermione's mouth was suddenly dry. That was four years ago, surely he hadn't remembered after all they had been through...surely not...not Ron.
"This time I wanted to make sure I asked you first."
Fin