A/N: Wow, this is really embarrassing. I'm sooooo sorry it's been so long. I just finished up my freshman year of college, if that's any consolation. Please enjoy this long overdue chapter

Chapter 8

Hermione and Ron sat on the couch in the Burrow, engrossed in the family picture album. While looking at the album hurt, it was nice to see everyone all together. Suddenly, Hermione put her hand over her mouth, giggling. Ron lifted his gaze from the pictures to look at Hermione, bemused. "What? What you giggling at all of a sudden?" Hermione couldn't answer, her giggles over taking her. "You laughin at me?" He said, getting more and more confused. She shook her head, her words coming out one at a time.

"Stripped jumper … you… me…" But that made no sense at all to Ron, so he shook his head and didn't say anything. After a while Hermione calmed down, still giggling a little. Taking a big breath, she said " Look at the pictures. Any time that I am wearing a stripped jumper , so are you! "

'That's not true! That's preposterous" Ron said. Hermione pointed to the picture in front of them. She was wearing a stripped jumper, and indeed so was he. "That doesn't prove anything, that was one picture." Hermione gave him a pointed look, flipping through the pages, pointing out any pictures that showed the same pattern. She was right, as always, that they were both wearing stripped jumpers in several of the pictures. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "That is freaky."

"Not really, you were trying to impress me." Hermione teased.

"Not with clothes Hermione. I'm not a woman." Ron said, and Hermione hit him. "I wonder why we are both wearing stripped jumpers though." Hermione nestled into Ron's shoulder, and thought back to before the war. What had she been thinking about? Definitely grades, definitely Voldemort. Oh, yes. And definitely about Ron. She blushed, something Ron picked up on. "What? What are you blushing about?" She shook her head and continued to blush. "C'mon now 'Mione, you can't just blush and not tell me why." He urged.

"It's cause she wore colors that matched your eyes." came a voice from up the stairs. It was Ginny, making her way down.

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing furiously. Ron looked more confused than ever. What does color have to do with what Hermione was blushing about.

"Wha? What does that…"

"It means that the jumpers she wore were colors that matched your eyes. It just happened that they were stripped."

"But why am I wearing stripes at the same time?"

"Because Mum makes mostly stripped jumpers, it's easier to knit." Ginny said. Hermione glared

at Ginny, to which Ginny stuck out her tongue. "Oh please Hermione, like it was a huge secret."

"Shut up." Hermione said, burrowing farther into Ron's shoulder. By this point he was shaking with laughter.

"Why didn't you just tell me you liked me? I can't pick up that you had things to "match my eyes" that makes no sense to guys." Hermione smacked him.

"I was 15 ok? And you were a stupid boy, and I hadn't quite admitted I liked you yet." Ron leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I let my hair grow because I thought you were into that. Then I cut it short because you liked Krum, so I thought maybe you'd like me better if my hair was shorter." Hermione looked up, her eyes confused.

"And I thought it was because you didn't have a good barber." She started laughing, and Ron playfully shoved her.

"We were a bunch of stupid teenagers, huh Hermione?" He said.

"Yeah, yeah we were. Wouldn't trade it for the world though." She placed a hand on his cheek, reached up to kiss him.

"Eww." Ginny yelled from the other room. Detaching his lips from Hermione's, Ron yelled back,

"Bugger off." Before leaning in to kiss Hermione again.

A/N: I hope that wasn't too terrible.