HELLO! I decided that I would continue to write this just as a series of one-shots. I do plan on writing about other characters in the future but for now I've focused on Ron and Hermione

Enjoy!

I don't own Harry Potter

Ron watched as Hermione tried to fit yet another box of her belongings into the small closet of his – or rather, their bedroom. With ever sigh of frustration he heard coming from her, Ron grew more and more amused. The closet was already filled to capacity with his clothes but that didn't stop her from trying to make space for her own things.

"I don't know why you're bothering," he said. "it won't get you anywhere"

"Well then what are we supposed to do? We can't just have our stuff lying around the flat!"

Ron couldn't help but smile thinking about the night that led them to this moment. He and Hermione had just apparated back to the flat he shared with Harry after a night out with her parents. They were seated on the couch, reminiscing about their time at school when things had gotten, well, heated. Harry had chosen that moment to walk through the front door.

"I know you're trying to make up for the six years you spent with your heads up your asses but this is getting ridiculous!" I hadn't been the first time that Harry had walked in on one of their displays of affection. Ron had never seen an outburst so big though. He thought his best friend might explode by the way his face was turning a rather violent looking shade of red. "I'm leaving!"

When Harry said he was leaving Ron had no idea it meant that he would start looking for a place of his own. He wasn't ready to see Harry go yet.

"I know I made a big fuss about walking in on you and Hermione but the truth is I'm gonna need a place of my own sooner or later and it just makes sense to start looking now."

"Why would you need a place of your own?" Ron had been confused. He thought his and Harry's living arrangements suited them both perfectly. They were close enough to the Burrow without feeling completely smothered by Mrs. Weasley while being within a short distance of Diagon Alley.

"Well, like you Ron, I may need my own space where I can be free to spend some quality time with my girlfriend whenever I'd like" Harry had raised his eyebrows as if to say, you know?

"Oh. OH! I really don't need to hear about that!"

And so that is what led him to ask Hermione to move in with him. She had been surprised at first and insisted that they were moving too fast. But after hearing him declare how much he was looking forward to waking up next to her every morning, she could no longer resist and easily relented.

Now, after hearing Hermione sigh for what seemed like the thousandth time, Ron decided to get up and help her, knowing that the sooner they finished the tedious chore of unpacking, the sooner they could get to the heated things that brought them to their new living arrangements in the first place.

He picked up a garment bag that was laid out rather neatly in her trunk. Curious, he slid the zipper down, wanting a peak at the piece of clothing inside. As far as he knew, Hermione didn't wear dresses all that often. As soon as he saw the dress that was in the bag, Ron was taken back to that night all those years ago when he knew for sure just how he felt about Hermione.

"Haven't seen this thing in a while," he said while waggling his eyebrows at her. Hermione turned around and blushed at the sight of the pink and purple dress that she had worn to the Yule Ball when they were fourteen. She bit her lip, shooting him a worried look, and Ron knew she was wondering if he would get mad at the thought of her attending the ball with Viktor Krum.

He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed where they sat down.

"There are so many things I regret about that night."

"Yeah?" she whispered it as though she didn't quite believe him. "Like what?"

Wanting to reassure her, Ron picker up her hand and placed the lightest kiss on her wrist before telling her the mistakes he made that night.

"Well for starters, I should have told you how bloody gorgeous you looked," Her cheeks immediately flushed the most beautiful shade of pink. "And I definitely should have asked you to dance. More than once." She laughed because they both knew that Ron didn't dance.

"And as long as we're talking about regret I might as well tell you that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret not getting up the nerve to ask you to that damn ball myself," he said.

"None of that matters anymore." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

He placed his hand on her cheek and leaned down to press his lips gently against hers, so happy that they had worked through everything and were now living their lives together.

When the heaviness of the conversation had lifted, Hermione stood up and shot Ron a beautiful smile.

"Maybe one day I'll wear the dress for you. So we can recreate that night and make new memories. Happy memories." Ron knew that he had never loved Hermione more than in that moment.

He kissed her once again before replying, "Deal."

I got the idea for this while I was browsing the official Harry Potter store on the WB website. The exact replica of Hermione's Yule Ball dress could be yours for the price of $324.95

Uhh... no thanks.