Well. I still can't believe I'm doing this, but i present to you ron/hermioingle... herman...hermano... oh just read the damn thing. That's what you're here for, right? Besides, it was write this or lurk around on the Glee Angst Meme over on livejournal for the next (insert quantity of time here).

Also I realize I forgot to add a disclaimer on the first chapter, so just in case anyone was confused I'll say that I'm not JK Rowling.


The fireflies were emerging from the gardens surrounding the Burrow as the August sunset slowly faded into the all-encompassing darkness of night. The sounds of happy people; laughter and chatter; travelled to Ron as he crossed the yard towards a figure staring out over the garden wall.

"Hey Hermione, d'you want a drink?" he indicated the glass of champagne in his hand.

"Oh, yes. Thank you, Ron," she said. Ron handed her the drink, and she took a sip.

"So, the wedding went smoothly then," he said.

Hermione looked across the lawn towards the large canopy where party goers were still dancing and carrying on. "Yes, it did. I think your mum was worried, I think a part of her is still worried Death Eaters will come crashing in again."

Ron walked right up to the low garden wall, then turned around and surveyed his childhood home. "I think we're all still worried about that. It's been more than two years, and we still haven't stopped looking over our shoulders."

"Ron..."

"No, I mean, I'm not surprised. But nothing bad happened today," Ron said.

Hermione smiled. "And now Harry is officially your brother-in-law."

Ron snorted. "Hermione, he's been my brother since we almost got eaten by that damn three-headed dog."

"You mean when the two of you were furious that Neville and I followed you to what was supposed to be a duel with Malfoy?"

"And you were furious because if we had been caught, you could have been expelled. Merlin, you were brilliant; how the hell did you spot that trap door anyway?"

"Honestly Ron, it wasn't that hard to spot, you only had to look!" Hermione said, and she shot him an exasperated look that was so familiar he had to repress a laugh.

"Really though, can you believe the luck we had in school? It's a miracle we lived through our first six years, let alone what happened in the year we took off."

Hermione made a noise of assent, but her gaze was drawn back to the canopy. "They really are happy, aren't they? Harry and Ginny?"

Ron stepped up beside her. "Yeah, they are."

Hermione smiled. "They deserve it," she said, tearing up slightly.

"Yeah they do," said Ron. He turned to face Hermione. "Look, Hermione, I need to tell you something."

She didn't turn, but kept her eyes fixed on the wedding reception. "Ron, can't it wait?"

"No Hermione, it can't wait," Ron reached out and grabbed her hand and she finally faced him. He took a deep breath. "Hermione, I love you. I've loved you I don't even know how long, but I was an idiot and... anyway, what I meant to say is that I love you and you make me happier than I've ever been."

"Oh Ron," Hermione said, but Ron hushed her.

"Please," he said, "Let me finish," she nodded her assent. "Hermione, I... I know we're not perfect, and we're never going to be. But I don't want perfect if I can spend the rest of my life with you." Ron reached into his pocket and brought out a small box. He opened the box, then bent down on one knee. "Hermione, will you marry me?"

There was a moment of silence before Hermione lowered herself so that she was keeling in front of him. "Yes Ron, you idiot. I would love to marry you."

Ron couldn't help grinning as he slipped the ring out of the box and onto Hermione's hand. He pressed his lips to the back of her hand before capturing her mouth in a soft and tender kiss.

"I love you, Hermione," he murmured against her lips.

Hermione pulled back and caressed Ron's face between her hands. "I love you, Ron Weasley."


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Well... this sucks.