Disclaimer: All the Characters and places come strictly from J.K.R.'s mind. If they were mine, I wouldn't be typing this on my computer at home. The plot strictly belongs to me, that's it.

Chapter 10:

What's in a Vow?

Hermione left for wok the next morning quite early. She was going to find her supervisor this morning to ask about the two weeks off for her honeymoon. She found him as soon as she reached her department and asked for a quick word. Hermione explained what her situation was and when she had finished, crossed her fingers behind her back. The Supervisor took only a few moments before he agreed to let Hermione have the two weeks off. Losing herself in her joy, Hermione hugged him and set off happily to begin her day.

Ron had a meeting that night, so Hermione would not see him until the following day. With all her spare time, Hermione decided that she would start writing her vows. She went into her study and loaded up her quill to begin to write. But as she tried to put into words exactly what she felt about Ron, she found that no words had that impact or that extreme depth. For a while, Hermione sat there staring at the blank piece of paper. When she could not find a way to write the vow, Hermione decided that she needed some help. She got up and went to her fireplace and grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace. The room began to spin out of sight and continued to spin until she landed with a loud thud on the floor of a dining room.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry was staring at her with a dumbstruck look on his face. On the floor was a dish that had shattered into a million pieces, which Harry had just been holding a few moments earlier.

"Oh Harry I'm so sorry to just drop in like this, but I need some advice."

"Oh" he said, apparently trying to figure out what Hermione could possibly need his advice on.

"Listen Harry. Ron and I decided to write our own vows for the wedding. I've just spent about an hour trying to write something down and I couldn't think of a single word to describe how I feel about Ron. How am I going to write something that cannot be seen or heard, but you have to simply feel?"

Harry looked down at his hands for a moment and thought about it. After a while, he began to speak.

"Hermione, you have loved Ron since you were eleven years old. Most people don't get that lucky. I was there; I can give a firsthand account of the two of you from the very first train ride to Hogwarts to our very last ride home. Ron is my best friend. I know that he feels the exact same way that you do right now, but he found a way to put them into words. I think that your best bet is to relive your fondest memories with Ron and put those feelings down on paper."

Hermione took in what Harry said and thought about it. To her, this was a very good piece of advice.

"Thanks Harry. Again, I'm so sorry about just dropping in like this, but I really needed you. I'll talk to you soon." She walked over and kissed Harry on the cheek. Then, she turned around and stepped into the fireplace to go back home.

Hermione stepped out of her fireplace and went into her bedroom. She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. The first thing that she saw was a scene from a girl's bathroom. A 30 ft. mountain troll was standing in the center of the room with a small, black-haired boy hanging in its hands. She was cowering under a sink. As she watched, Ron brandished his wand and shouted an incantation…he had saved them all.

A new scene flashed in Hermione's head. This time, she saw second year. She was running into the Great Hall after being revived by the Mandrake potion. She flung her arms around Harry and then turned to Ron. She did not hug him, but firmly shook his hand, yet it was the first time that she had gotten near enough to breathe in that heavenly scent…

The picture changed and now Hermione was watching a tall red-haired figure being dragged by a large dog under a furious tree in the dead of night. She screamed for him, and he reached for her, but there was not enough time to save him. Hermione felt the familiar pang of fear as she watched him being dragged along, completely unable to help.

A new situation flashed on. Hermione was wearing a beautiful blue dress, but her face felt hot and she could feel her hair streaming down out of it's up do. She and Ron were standing on opposite ends of the Gryffindor Common Room, in the middle of a furious row. She had never felt this upset in her life. Angry tears were threatening to spill down her face…

Now Hermione was watching keeper tryouts. It was a cool fall day and Ron was hovering slightly to the left of where she was sitting. Hermione's fingers were crossed beneath her cloak as Angelina Johnson flew back and forth, making her decision. Angelina flew towards Ron and shook his hand, congratulating him on being selected for keeper of the Gryffindor House Team. Hermione felt a surge of joy and screamed in her pleasure.

Flash and a new picture formed in Hermione's mind. She was in the hospital wing sitting at the bedside of her best friend. It had been an awful day, never knowing exactly what was happening to Ron, but now she was near him, and though he was sleeping, Hermione felt better. "Er-my-knee" he grunted in his sleep. She closed her eyes in disbelief.

When she opened them again, Hermione was standing on Platform 9 ¾. The scarlet Hogwarts Express was billowing steam in the background as Ron got closer and closer. Finally, their lips met, and she released a relieved and happy sigh. She was kissing Ron for the very first time.

Then, she was under the great oak tree. Ron was kneeling in front of her. Hermione could feel happy tears flowing down her face as Ron slid a glittering engagement ring about her finger.

Hermione opened her eyes and came back to reality. She got up and went into her study. There was a blank piece of parchment lying on her desk. She sat down, picked up her quill, and began to write.