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Hah, I thought this chapter was really cute! :) I hope this makes up for the whole week that I haven't updated! The continuation of this chapter will be up by this Monday or Tuesday.
By the way, I accidentally posted this on my Forgiveness fic XD My bad.
"Okay... let's play a game," Ron said, watching Hermione's bushy brown hair flowing in the slight breeze.
The two were sitting under a shady tree in the back garden of the burrow. Ron, earlier, had claimed that it was way too hot inside his room (Hermione knew all too well that this was an excuse, for it was perfectly cool inside the burrow), and had pulled Hermione down here. Now, they were both trying to figure out what to do in their spare time until Harry arrived.
"What kind of game?" Hermione asked softly, a small smile threatening the corners of her lips as she stared deeply into Ron's light blue eyes.
"Erm... the alphabet game."
Hermione knew Ron had made this up on the spot, and pretended not to notice.
"How do we play it, exactly?" Hermione said, chuckling quietly.
"For each letter of the alphabet," Ron said quietly, looking like he was struggling for words. "we say a moment that we shared. Sound good?"
"Sure," Hermione said, still laughing.
"Okay," Ron said cheerily, smiling brightly at the clouds. "A. I go first."
Hermione grinned while Ron looked like he was racking his brains.
"A is for... the alphabet, because that's what game we're playing right now."
Hermione laughed so loud it could be heard from the inside of Ginny's room. "That's not fair! You should say something that we shared before! Not now!"
"Well, I made up this game, so I make the rules, don't I?" Ron said, a gentle look in his eyes as he watched Hermione laughing.
Hermione leaned back against the tree, trying to calm herself. "Okay then, B... B is for the ball, when you first found out you loved me."
Ron's eyes widened as Hermione stared happily down at the grass.
"Excuse me?" he said, laughing.
"Oh, you know what I mean, Ronald," Hermione said, shaking her head. "it's your turn."
"Alright then," Ron said, although his ears had gone red. "C is for the Chamber of Secrets."
"Why?" Hermione asked, looking puzzled.
"Because while Harry was off looking for the basilisk, I was sitting with the unconscious Lockhart, and I couldn't stop thinking about you and when you would be back."
Hermione and Ron both kept quiet, staring at each other. Then, Hermione leaned over, threw her arms around Ron's neck, and kissed him full on the mouth.
Ron pulled away after a few seconds and grinned. "You're cheating! Stop distracting me and get on with your part."
"Fine," Hermione scowled, her arms still around Ron's neck. "well... D is for the first time I dreamt about you."
"You did?" Ron said, looking amazed and sitting up straight. "What was it about?"
Hermione hesitated, and grinned. "It was back in our second year, the night before I got Petrified. I dreamt about the time when you and I were alone for the first time, when Harry was back facing Quirrel."
"Oh -- oh yeah, that was one of my favorite moments," Ron muttered, smiling softly. "but we were too young to snog, you know."
"We didn't snog, Ron!" Hermione said. "We just were alone for the first time."
"Oh... we didn't? Well I think that was my first dream about you."
Hermione giggled.
"Okay then, E... E is for the eras of time we spent together."
"Ron, that's an overstatement -- "
"Not really, Hermione, for me it seems like we've known each other forever," Ron said, not even noticing that Hermione had gripped his neck even tighter. "time doesn't really pass that fast when I'm with you."
Hermione felt tears form in her eyes. Ron was here. He would always be here. And from then on, Hermione knew that Ron was the one she would be with until the end.
"Oh, Ron," Hermione whispered, withdrawing her arms from his neck and watching him carefully.
"Your turn," Ron muttered, the corners of his lips lifting in a lopsided grin. Hermione's favorite smile.
"O-okay," Hermione said, still a bit dazed from Ron's grin. "well... F is for the flowers you gave me on Valentine's Day back in our fifth year."
"I thought we were never to speak of that again!" Ron said, laughing again.
"Well -- I'm only with you, Harry's not here, so he doesn't have to know," Hermione said. "but those flowers were absolutely beautiful. You know daisies and roses are my favorite."
Ron grinned.
"G is for the gallery I drew you this summer," Ron said, his ears going red again.
"It wasn't really a gallery, Ron," Hermione whispered. "but even that one drawing was amazing."
Ron grinned and started to play with the grass as Hermione spoke.
"H is for -- "
"No! I want to do H," Ron said suddenly.
"Why? You just went!"
"You do I and J then, but I'll do H."
"Okay," Hermione said, leaning back against the tree again and watching Ron toy with the piece of grass.
"H is for Hermione," Ron muttered. "and how much I love her. I never thought I would find love at the age of 15, but then I realized that Hermione was the one I wanted. The one I knew I was going to be with. My mum always said that we wouldn't know who we would marry in our teen years, but I knew right then at 15 that Hermione was the one I would marry. I know for a fact that she loves me too, but I can tell you that Hermione is the best thing that's ever happened to me. And if she weren't here right now, I don't know what I would be doing, but I know for a fact that if she weren't here, I wouldn't ever find love."
Ron stopped abruptly and stroked the piece of grass, leaving Hermione speechless.