"But we don't have a flat, Ron?". For the first time in Hermione Granger's life, she felt stupid. She was genuinely confused by the present Ron had just given her. She examined the key carefully, as if she were looking for the answer to all of her questions. Ron gently took her hand which held the key and held it tight in his own.

"Oh, but we do", he grinned. Hermione still felt confused. As well as shocked, stunned and amazed. Was all this really happening? She looked to her parents. Her mother smiled proudly with her fathers arm draped around her shoulders. Molly, Arthur and the rest of the Weasley's waited anxiously for her to say something. She desperately wanted to say something but her lips just wouldn't move.

"Say something, sweetheart", her mother smiled.

"I- I don't understand", she finally managed to speak. Ron shook his head as he let out a small chuckle.

"I want you to move in with me, Hermione. I want us to live together", he smiled softly. Hermione began to feel teary eyed. The key, the words Ron had just spoke, the whole day was just so overwhelming. All she could do was nod, eagerly, trying her best to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Ron placed his palm against the side of her jaw and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes then?", he chuckled. Hermione sniffed whilst continuing to nod her head in an excited manner. A grin began to stretch across her face as she threw her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes so she would be in perfect line with his face. "I love you, Hermione". She would never get tired of hearing those words, each time they were spoken she could feel her heart flutter in her chest.

"I love you too", she gave a watery smile. The pair kissed lovingly, not caring that they were being watched by their family and friends. She pulled away to look into Ron's eyes before nesting her chin perfectly on his shoulder. "Best birthday ever", she whispered into his ear. Ron's grip on her tightened as she spoke.

"Okay you two, now share some love with the rest of us!", Ginny smiled, rushing in to give Hermione a hug. Tight hugs and girlish squeals were exchanged as the couple made their way around the party guests. Hermione walked hand in hand with Ron towards her parents.

"Are you two okay with this?", she asked nervously.

"Of course we are, petal", her father smiled.

"Ron made quite the impression when he asked our permission", her mother intervened. Hermione shot Ron a surprised look. His cheeks began to glow a bright shade of red.

"When he asked your permission?", Hermione repeated. Her parents nodded in unison.

"Gave us quite a shock when he knocked on our bedroom door at 5:30 this morning", Dan Granger raised his eyebrow at Ron jokingly. Ron gave a nervous grin in return. Hermione suddenly realized that getting up early to make her breakfast in bed wasn't the only thing on Ron's mind.

"I'm shocked you were able to string a sentence together at that time in a morning!", Hermione joked. Ron gave her a playful nudge in her side with his hip. "So what was said?", she grew curious. Her parents shared a look before looking back at there daughter.

"I think that's between Ron and your father and I, don't you?", her mother winked before kissing her on the forehead. Later that night, Hermione laid in bed with Ron, her head rested peacefully on his chest as she played with the key to their flat.

"So, what did you say to my parents?", she questioned. Ron let out a jokingly frustrated sigh.

"Well, I told them about the flat and about how I feel about you. That I'm ready to- to take the next step in our relationship and that I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to make you happy", he kissed the top of her head as he caressed her bushy, brunette locks. Hermione smiled into his chest before looking up at him.

"You know, you're a real sweetheart when you want to be, Ronald Weasley", she smiled softly.

"Tell me something I don't know", he winked.

It had been a week since Hermione's birthday and since Ron had announced that he had gotten them a flat. Ron had recruited his father, Harry, Bill and George into helping decorate the flat before he brought Hermione to view it. He told her "Everything has to be perfect". Ron had promised that Hermione could see the flat on Friday, and Friday arrived quickly. Hermione sat in the Burrow with her eyes firmly glued to the clock that hung on the wall. She began tapping her foot on the floor restlessly. Her fingers tapping on the side of the sofa she was sat on.

"Hermione", Ginny placed a caring hand on her lap, "Relax, they should be here any minute now". Ginny's kind words didn't phase her. She was filled with different kinds of emotions. Excitement, happiness, anxiousness, impatience, curiosity. She could hardly contain them. She flashed Ginny a smile before taking a deep breath and trying to relax. She knew absolutely nothing about the flat, all she knew it that's is was hers and Ron's to call their own. An unmistakable pop was suddenly heard from outside. He was here. Hermione shot up out of her seat and ran towards the door, swinging it open on Ron's arrival.

"I take it you're ready to go?", Ron grinned. Hermione replied with an even bigger grin before he took her hand in his and they apparated. They stood in the middle of what seemed to be a deserted London alley way that Hermione recognized all too well. This was near the very spot where Hermione had disguised herself as Mafalda Hopkirk and gave Reginald Cattermole a puking pastille all those years ago when she, Ron and Harry were attempting to break into the Ministry. Ron, with their hands still joined, began to lead her out of the alley and down the street towards a block of ordinary muggle flats. Ron let go of Hermione's hand to turn the knob of a small, navy blue door that stood before them and stepped inside. The pair only took a short walk down the cream coloured corridor before stopping at a shiny, black painted door that had "29C" imprinted on it. Ron took out his own key from his pocket and unlocked the door, stepping aside so Hermione could enter first. She wandered down a small hallway that had been painted lilac. "My favourite colour", she smiled to herself. Upon reaching an ordinary brown door, she entered the living room, which was also the dining room. The walls, like the hallway, were painted lilac. By the window stood a very 'Weasley fashioned' old sofa that she instantly fell in love with. In the corner of the room, Hermione was shocked to see a muggle television set sitting close by to an enormous bookcase, already screaming for Hermione to move her books in right at that very second. She began to wander over to the other side of the room where a wooden table with two chairs and a cream table cloth stood. On the walls hung posters and pictures fitting Ron and Hermione's different personalities that created a lump in her throat. Ron had already hung up his Chudley Cannons poster by the window whilst Regattas at Argenteuil by Monet was beautifully hung by the bookcase. Along a wooden shelf that stood above the television there were numerous framed pictures of their family and friends. Some moving and some not. Hermione finally let Ron show her the kitchen before taking one last look around the living room in a fascinated manner, as if she'd never seen a muggle living room before. The kitchen was quite like any other kitchen she'd seen before. The surfaces had been newly fitted and the stove was brand new. After looking around the kitchen, Ron began to lead her to their bedroom. It was painted in the exact same blue her bedroom was at her parents house in Henley. In the corner of the room stood a large, old fashioned wooden wardrobe. In the middle of the room was a large bed, more than big enough for two, with a plain duck egg blue duvet and three purple throw pillows. The wall beside the bed held a small book shelf with a framed moving picture of herself and Ron on her 19th birthday. Ron twirled her around gracefully before she fell into his arms, the pair of them laughing. This was her favourite picture of her and Ron. "So, what do you think?", Ron questioned. Hermione turned to look at him and although she wanted to tell him how much she loved their little flat, her curiosity got the better of her.

"Why did you choose a muggle flat?", she asked.

"I wanted you to feel at home", he smiled. Hermione laced her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest, taking another glance around the room before looking back into his ocean blue eyes.

"Home is wherever you are, Ron", she smiled before kissing him full on the lips.

A/N: Sorry I just have to say I love, love, LOVE this chapter, full of fluff just how I like it :3