"What now?"

It was a good question. It was the morning of our last day on our honeymoon. It had been a week of just Hermione and me. We had decided to go to Bermuda because people wouldn't recognize us. And that's what we wanted, a week of only us. The beaches were beautiful and I the feel of Hermione rubbing sunscreen all over my back turned my ears bright red. Now that I think about it everything about Hermione makes my ears turn bright red…

We had no worries, no boundaries, just us.

But I knew Hermione wasn't just referring to whether we stay in bed all day or go into the city. She was referring to our lives.

We were behind everyone. We were behind in kids, in marriage, in everything. But somehow we didn't want to jump into married life just yet. We wanted kids, sure. But not now. And after Hermione saw Ginny's stretch marks she didn't want any of those either.

"I don't know Hermione,"

As she sat up, Hermione brought the sheets up with her, covering her top half.

My nose must have scrunched up in protest because she held her hand up.

She smiled. "It's too early to get like that Ron,"

"It's never too early to get like that,"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "In many ways you are still a teenager. Can't we at least sort this out logically before we do anything less serious?"

I muttered, "Sex is serious…" But I think Hermione refused to listen.

"What do we want?"

"I want to be with you,"

Hermione laughed, which supprised me. Holding up her left hand she said, "We already settled that,"

I sighed. "But we could take long hours at work and I don't want to do that. I want us to live for us. No internship or bloody quests to save the wizarding world."

For a while Hermione didn't say anything. When she did she asked, "Well then, what do you propose?"

"We travel."

This seemed to register with Hermione. "You can't just travel for the fun of it!"

"Normal people travel for the fun of it!"

"I am not normal," Hermione huffed, her hair wild.

Getting out of bed, I pulled a shirt over my head. It clashed horribly with my boxers. I knew that bugged Hermione. "I know you aren't normal, you're bloody crazy," This wasn't going to raise a good response from Hermione.

"CRAZY?" She had pulled a sweatshirt over her head, which was stupid- it was burning in this room.

"You are wearing my sweatshirt in Bermuda."

Hermione blew up. "And I'm not allowed to wear your sweatshirt? Here, I am not entitled to wear your sweatshirt? Would you rather I take it off?"

Well yeah…I would.

"You don't even have to say anything. I'm not taking it off!"

I held my hands back. "Fine! All I'm saying is that maybe you would want to go somewhere with me! Travel somewhere. You could set up laws at the American Ministry or something. I don't want to do the whole sightseeing thing. I just want to escape my insane family and be with you!"

Hermione looked up at me, her eyes wide.

"I waited my entire life to be with you. Now I finally have that chance to truly be with you. I don't want to throw that chance away Hermione."

I sat down on the edge of the bed, I had said what I needed to say. Now it was her turn.

Hermione stood in front of me, her hair in her face. It took everything I had to resist the urge to push it behind her ear.

"When was the last time we fought like that?" Her voice was soft.

I shrugged.

"Back at school I had to fight with you to fall in love. Now I just have to look at you."

I didn't have anything to say.

"You're really smart Ron,"

I opened my mouth to protest but she put her finger to my lips to silence me.

"You are," She smiled, which obviously turned my heart into a type of fruit puree… "We should go,"

My eyebrows rose. "Where…where do you want to go?"

"I don't care,"

Hermione was almost funny sometimes. To think she didn't care… "Good one Hermione. There's paper in the main suitcase if you need to start planning."

Hermione brought her face up close to mine, wrapping her arms around my neck. "This is a new chapter and as long as I'm with you…I'm happy,"