I can't believe I am sitting here. Rita Skeeter will have a new headline if she finds out. Wait was that a beetle? Ron shifts nervously across from me. I wish I knew what he was thinking. After fifteen years of marriage you think I could figure him out. Maybe we do need this counseling. I sigh and he fidgets again I look up and meet his eye. Goodness that man can exasperate me sometimes. To drag me to a marriage counselor simply because the Daily Prophet published a gossip piece about Harry and me. I look at the coffee table and sure enough that issue is lying on top. I thought Ron had gotten over this stupid fear. It's more annoying than his fear of spiders.
I don't understand where he ever got the idea that I wanted to be with Harry… but then again maybe I do. I mean in most literature the hero gets the girl. But despite my love of books I know that there are more important things than books and cleverness. I told Harry that our first year. I do love Harry and if I am being honest I could have seen Harry and I getting together. We certainly would not bicker as much as Ron and I do. And most certainly would never have ended up here waiting to see a marriage counselor. I know I could have been happy with Harry, maybe even happier than I am with Ron. It would have been easier marrying Harry. People expected it; Rita Skeeter wrote an article about it during the twi-wizard tournament as well as the latest piece of trash.
But I did not marry Harry I married Ron and I think there is a reason for that. I normally don't believe in destiny or prophecy, I mean honestly, divinations was a nightmare. Yet Ron and I were destined for each other. Now maybe destiny doubts putting us together or put us together on a whim but it doesn't matter anymore, we are together now. And when I look back at our history I know I was destined for him and not for Harry. I think I loved Ron since first year. And my love for him continues to grow despite our bickering.
Actually I think we are closer because of our bickering. I mean the best parts of love are working through difficulty. What would love be like if everything was perfect? If there was never a need for compromise? I wouldn't want that kind of life. I like the challenge of making things work. Our differences make us stronger. Yes it can cause strife but it also causes growth. He brings out a different side in me. He challenges me to be a better person. And I believe I have brought out the best in him as well. I did finally get him to read Hogwarts: A History.
I love him and that is all there is to it. Love is so much more than butterflies in your stomach it is living and working through the hard things life throws at you. Even if that means sitting in a counselors office with a reported buzzing around your head because you husband is feeling insecure. I look at Ron again and briefly meet his eyes before he quickly turns away. That silly man. It doesn't take me long to cross the room. He turns at the sound of my movement. I sit next to him and grab his hand. "I love you." I whisper. He squeezes my hand. My silly man.
