Disclaimer: Chapter 1
Author's note: Thanks so much for the reviews. Y'all are so sweet. Okay, this chapter is more Mrs. Weasley and Ron. Kind of showing their relationship. Enjoy!!
As Ron and Hermione sat there in complete silence, Ron realized something: he never wanted to let go. How could he ever let her go? She was his life now. After everything they had been through, there was no way that he was going to let her get away from him.
"Hermione?" Ron asked withdrawing his arm from around her waist and grabbing her hand.
"Yeah?" Hermione said looking at him. She thought maybe she'd done something wrong.
"After everything we've been through, I can't really see me without you. I can't imagine not being able to run to you. Not being able to hold you," Ron told her honestly. He was blushing, but Hermione didn't mind, "It's just…after seeing what happened to Lupin and Tonks…I want you now. I don't want to wait until it might be too late."
"Ron? What are you talking about?" Hermione asked him.
"Will you marry me?" Ron blurted.
"Wha- Are you serious?" Hermione asked, not believing it.
"Yeah. I dunno, I just thought maybe you wanted to. Just forget about it," Ron told her completely humiliated. He got up and started picking up the dirty clothes that were strewn all over his floor.
"Ron," Hermione said. He ignored her, "Ronald," she stated his full name this time. He stopped what he was doing but didn't look at her.
"I just thought…maybe you wanted to be with me. Like, forever," he told her looking down.
"Well, I think that's really stupid, Ron," she told him standing up.
"You do?" he asked her, looking hurt.
"Yeah," she told him before smiling.
"Why are you smiling? This isn't funny!" Ron yelled at her.
"There's no maybe about it. I do want to be with you. 'Like, forever,'" she told him walking towards him, "But we are so young. And we have to decide whether we want to go back for 7th year or not. So, let's wait. Let's be together. Let's be Ron and Hermione…finally. And then in a few years we can be Ron and Hermione Weasley."
"I really hate it when you do that," Ron said laughing and pulling her into a hug.
"Yeah, well, that's pretty much the only reason I do it. I like it when you're mad," Hermione said laughing.
"Oh, that's not nice," he told her looking into her eyes, "You know I lo-."
"RON! WE'RE HOOOOME! WHO'S SHOES ARE THESE?" a voice yelled from upstairs.
"I'll be right back," Ron said, angry that his perfect moment had been ruined.
"No, it's okay. I'll come, too. I want to see everyone," Hermione told him walking towards the door.
"Alright, alright. I can't believe I can't get 10 minutes alone with my girlfriend," Ron said looking at her.
"Girlfriend?" Hermione said, "I really like the sound of that."
"Well, you better. You're gonna start hearing it all the time," Ron told her. He smiled at her and leaned down. He kissed her, gently and pulled back.
"Hey!" Hermione said slapping his arm, "What's with the baby kisses?"
"Payback: for humiliating me," Ron said shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh, that is so not even funny," she said walking out of the room.
"Oh, I strongly disagree," he told her following her. They walked down the stairs and when they got closer to the living room they heard Mrs. Weasley:
"I don't think they're Ginny's. They're very pretty shoes. I just think if they were Ginny's I would remember buying them."
"They aren't Ginny's," Ron told his mother.
"Hermione, dear! Lovely to see you. Oh, dear- I would've cleaned up-house is a mess," Mrs. Weasley said starting to pick up around the living room.
"No, don't worry about it. I don't want you to have to go out of your way for me," Hermione told her walking over to her, "I've missed you," she told her and hugged her. Mrs. Weasley looked surprised.
"Well, I've missed you, too!" Mrs. Weasley told her, patting her on the back, "So! When did you arrive? Ronald didn't mention you were coming."
Ron muttered something about forgetting. Hermione laughed, "I'm sorry, I obviously should've addressed the letter to you."
"No worries, dear! None at all! Are you hungry? You look a bit thin. Let's make you some soup," Mrs. Weasley said waving her wand. Magically all the ingredients for soup went into a pot on an old fire stove.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," she said walking over to the kitchen table.
"How've you been? How're your parents?" Mrs. Weasley asked walking over to sit by Hermione.
Ron's mouth dropped. When did they become so friendly? He was being left out. Left out by his own mother and his girlfriend.
"Mum, may I speak to you for a moment?" Ron asked her. Widening his eyes he said, "Alone?"
"Oh, I see. Sure thing, Ronniekins!" Mrs. Weasley said walking up to him and patting his cheeks.
"I'll just be out in the garden," Hermione said smiling at Ron. Once the back door had closed behind Hermione, his mother whirled around and looked at him.
"This better be the visit, Ronald. If you don't ask that girl to be your-whatever you call it these days- I will skin your hide. She has waited for almost SEVEN YEARS now and if you make her wait one second longer…Well, I don't know why she waited for you this long. Wasn't she involved with the Krum fellow? He seems lovely. But honestly, Ronald, if you don't pick up the pace, I am afraid she'll move on!" his mother told him.
"Mum. I just asked her. Upstairs," Ron told his mother.
"You did?! Oh, goodness. Well, this calls for a celebration," his mother said smiling and kissing him on the cheek.
"No. No it does not call for a celebration. It doesn't call for anything," Ron said watching his mother walk into the kitchen.
"Ronnie, this is your first girlfriend! Of course it does. Oh, everyone will be so pleased! We've all seen this coming, you know? It came up quite a bit during meetings at the Headquarters. Everyone always seemed to think you were blind, but I knew. And of course, Sirius knew. He always knew you fancied Hermione. I think he even had a word with her about it," his mother told him making a list of what looked like party invitees.
"Mum, this is not my first girlfriend. And this doesn't need to be- Sirius knew? How did Sirius Black know before I did," Ron asked.
"Oh, being locked up in a house for so long makes you very observant," Mrs. Weasley explained to him, "And if you think I'm counting that little scarlet woman you 'dated' your 6th year, you are out of your mind. I know your hormones are raging but honestly, Ronald? She was terrible!"
"I know she was. I'm sorry," Ron said walking over to his mother, "But please do not make me sit through a 2 hour party, celebrating the fact that even though I was a right foul git for 7 years, I finally pulled it together."
"Oh, fine. We won't have a party. But can we just have a few people over. Ron, so many people will be thrilled!" Mrs. Weasley told him, her eyes sparkling.
"Fine. A few people, Mum. A few," Ron agreed.
"Good, that's settled. So what did her father say?" Mrs. Weasley asked him.
"What? I haven't spoken to her father in years," Ron told his mother.
"Ronald Weasley, you go upstairs right now and write to her father. Asking his permission to date his daughter. Honestly, I thought I raised you to be a well-mannered boy," Mrs. Weasley said turning her back to him and starting to ladle soup out into bowls.
"Oh, uh, right. Yeah, I'll be right back," Ron told her running back up to his room. Quietly he said to himself, "What am I supposed to write?"
Author's note: Well, there you go! Hope you like it. Review and tell me what you think.
