They landed in a small heavily wooded area right across the street from St Mungo's. Hermione looked astounded at the fact that they had been somewhere and then suddenly they were somewhere else, even though Ron had explained it beforehand. With their hands firmly clasped together, they made their way inside the building. Hermione was confused as it looked like a department store from the outside, but Ron explained that it was made that way in order not to draw attention from muggles.

They walked in and talked to a witch at the front desk, who directed them to the fourth floor. There they spoke to an older man at a desk, who then ordered a very young-looking wizard to lead them to a private room. Once they were alone, they sat side by side in two semi-comfortable chairs and waited, neither of them speaking, knowing that they were about to get answers. Only a few minutes passed before an older healer in lime-green robes walked in with a smile on her face.

"Hello." She smiled. "You're in here for an-" She squinted down at the clipboard in her hand. "Assumed obliviate from over six years ago, correct?" she finished, looking up at them.

"Yes." Ron spoke, tightening his hand on Hermione's, hoping that the healer's smile meant something good.

"Well we can only hope that is what it is then. Fortunately in the last few years we have managed to learn much more about the spell, therefore we are much more apt to undo it."

Ron sat up straighter, his heart pounding in his chest. "So you think it will be an easy fix?"

"I can't say without examining her first...but it should be. There have been some horrible accidents that have come out of using the spell." Ron thought of Lockhart and shuddered as the healer continued. "It can get much more difficult if the person casting the spell has no idea what they are doing."

Ron smiled. "Then there is no problem there! She's brilliant!"

He watched as Hermione started to look anxious and turned his attention away from the healer.

He got close to her face, talking quietly. "I hope you know that this is still your choice. As much as I ache for you to have your memories back, this is entirely up to you Hermione. We can leave, right now if that's your wish." He desperately didn't want to, but knew that this ultimately wasn't his decision so he held his breath, awaiting her answer.

She looked up at him, her lips pursed. "No. We are doing this." He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss before looking again up at the healer and nodding his head. "Okay."

It only took a moment of the woman to wave her wand over Hermione's head before she started to speak. "Yes, you were right. It was obliviate, and it was done rather well so you should be ready to leave here in under ten minutes." She grinned.

Ron gaped. "Only in that amount of time?"

"Yes. You see, when done well, the spell works as a...clip of some sort. The memories are there, but unable to make it to the part of the brain that is able to be accessed. One simple spell and the clip is removed and the memories returned. Also, any memories that have been made since the spell are not affected at all so everything will be there."

Ron let out a long shaky breath. "Blimey this is so great. I was so worried." He smiled at Hermione. "Are you ready for this?" He asked her.

A part of him was terrified that once she remembered who he was and what had happened, she would no longer feel the way she did about him now, but he drove that thought away. She had told him that she felt love for him, even though she had no idea who he was, he was just going to trust in that.

Hermione just nodded.

The healer then took on a more authoritative tone as she spoke to Hermione. "Ok. I'm going to ask that you sit back and relax as much as possible. When I perform the spell, the memories are going to slowly trickle in, and then start coming faster. It won't be pleasant, and maybe even slightly painful at times. You will feel every emotion from every memory as they return and it can be extremely overwhelming.

Remember though, no matter what feelings that you may feel, you will need to stay sitting down as you are liable to faint if you stand up. If everything goes smoothly, the whole thing should only take only a couple of minutes. Afterwards, you will feel exhausted and have a giant headache, but we will get you potions for that after I have examined you again to make sure things went well."

Hermione turned her head from the healer towards Ron, her brown eyes looking terrified but determined.

He got down and kneeled on the floor in front of her, taking her hands in his. "I'll be right here." He told her resolutely.

She nodded. "Ok. I'm ready." she said shakily to the healer, although her eyes didn't leave his.

The healer then pointed her wand at Hermione and uttered her incantation.

At first, nothing happened, but then suddenly Hermione let out a gasp and clenched her eyes shut, her face wincing as if in pain. Her hands left his and flew to his shoulders in front of her and grasped them painfully. He circled his hands to her back to rub her reassuringly but she didn't seem to notice as she threw her head forward onto his shoulder as she let out an even bigger gasp. Ron at the moment felt like he was going to be the one fainting, he wanted to help her so bad but he had no idea how to do so. Her upper body started to tremble as she started to breathe heavily, still clinging onto him seemingly with all of her strength. She continued like this for about a minute before she started to whimper, her breaths coming even faster than before. He had a brief thought of doubt as to if they had made the correct choice right before Hermione let out a piercing wail and then collapsed onto him, breaking down in full-on sobs on his shoulder.

He was trembling and could hardly breathe as he looked frantically up at the healer, who gave him a reassuring nod. It was over.

Hermione was still crying hard on his shoulder but was otherwise still, all the tension that had been in her was now gone.

He gave her a minute before he slowly leaned back from her, his hands holding on to her shoulders. Her head was still hung low so he wasn't able to see her face, but he heard her exhausted sounding voice mumble something.

"What'd you say?" he asked her softly while gently rubbing her shoulders.

"At Shell Cottage...in the kitchen. I pretended that I didn't know what you meant...but Ron I did..I knew." Her voice was raspy and brittle sounding, but it was hers. The American accent was gone.

Tears immediately stung his eyes as her words hit him.

He put his hands on either side of her face, rubbing her tears away with his thumbs and leaning down so she could see him. "Before you say anything else Hermione, I have to ask you and please tell me the truth. Do you regret doing this? Do you regret getting your memories back?"

She stared at him, her face anguished. "Ron…. ohgod Ron I'm so s-sorry..."

His heart plummeted.

She quickly shook her head. "No! No Ron that's not what I m-meant!" She took several shaky breaths of air, trying to compose herself. "Ron I l-left you. How can you b-be like this with m-me. You sh-should hate me." He watched as she tried to contain her sobs.

"Shhh Hermione. Please." He leaned his forehead to hers, his hands stroking the sides of her face. "We have time to talk about everything ok? Right now I think it's best that you just calm down." He looked up at the healer, who nodded her agreement.

Hermione looked at him before closing her eyes and nodding. "That was...that was really bloody intense." She moved away and leaned back in the chair, her eyes still closed and her movements weak as if she had just been doing something strenuous. Ron placed his chin on her knee and watched her, his body flooded with relief that everything had seemed to work perfectly, and concern for what would happen because of the same reason.

The healer then went over Hermione's head with her wand once, confirming that everything had gone well. She gave Hermione a clean bill of health and then walked out of the room to get the potions.

He stayed still and didn't speak, knowing that she would tell him if she needed him to do otherwise. She hadn't yet moved, but she smiled then and started stroking his hair slowly with her fingers. "I missed you. I didn't know that I missed you, but I did...so much."

His heart hammered in his chest at her words. "So...your feelings for me, I mean...what do you feel now?"

She still hadn't opened her eyes, but she smiled again. "I already told you, you're...okay."

He laughed out loud and she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Kiss me."

He quickly stood up, putting his knee on the chair between her legs

and leaned into her, kissing her softly. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him even further down on top of her.

Although he had of course enjoyed their previous kisses immensely, this one was different. She knew him, she knew what had happened six years ago, and she was still kissing him. They were full on snogging now, their hands in each other's hair, tasting each other like they were making up for the lost time.

"Let me just let you two know that hospital policy does not permit that kind of behavior."

They broke away abruptly at the sound of the Healers voice, neither of them having noticed when she had stepped back into the room. Ron immediately jumped off of Hermione and stood up next to the chair, both of them embarrassed and muttering their apologies to the smirking woman.

The older lady chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I just had to let you know that you were no longer alone." She then turned her head directly to Hermione. "I just need you to take these two potions, and then you two are free to leave and continue your...relations." She then winked at them, turning to leave.

Hermione looked absolutely mortified by this and it was taking all of Ron's self control not to burst into hysterical laughter at the look on her face. She sensed his struggle and pinched him on his outer thigh, causing a small unflattering noise to emit from his mouth before he spoke, still grinning.

"So. Are you ready to face everyone?" She had already downed the potions and his hand stretched down towards her to apparate them back to the Potter's house.

She gave him a small shake of her head. "I was thinking...I mean we've been gone for what, only twenty minutes?"

"Um...about, yeah."

"Well we told Ginny we would probably be several hours, so she isn't expecting us quite yet."

He shrugged. "So...?"

She sighed. "Do I have to spell it out for you Ronald?"

He stared hard at her. "Well apparently so. You're right back to being your barmy self, always expecting me to know what's going on in that giant brain of yours."

She stood up and stepped closer to him. "I was thinking we could go to your place. Just for an hour or so, spend some time alone before I have to go back and explain everything to a bunch of curious Weasleys." She grinned but her eyes were roaming over him in a way that made him feel as if he were completely starkers.

"Bloody hell." He wrapped his arms around her and a second later, they appeared in his bedroom with a 'pop'.

"Stay right here." he told her as he watched her take in the messy bedroom with a look of disapproval. He chuckled and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

"Oi Angelina!" He yelled. He knew George would be at the store, but wasn't sure about Angelina and Fred Jr. All of the lights were off and the flat was silent. He walked to their bedroom door that was slightly cracked open and peeked inside. No one was in there, Angelina definitely wasn't home.

He turned and hurried back to his room to find Hermione laying on his now-made bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Now there's a sight that I could get used to." He smiled, shutting his door, locking and silencing it just in case before slowly walking towards her.

"Me? Or your bed?"

"You on my bed." He reached the bed and leaned down to kiss her before breaking away. "How are you feeling about everything...really?" He asked, leaning his forehead to hers.

"I feel...whole again. Yes, bad things happened, and I'm not going to lie, they still hurt but-" She lifted her hands to show him that they were perfectly still. "I remember...but now from this new perspective... I know that everything is going to be ok." She pulled his head down to kiss him softly. "Because I have you."

"Marry me." He blurted.

She raised her eyebrows. "Is that a proposal?"

He furrowed his brows. "Well...no. You deserve a real proposal...and a ring..and all the other girly stuff birds dream about." She laughed as he went on. "But I was serious. I do want to marry you. Always have. I would have never married anyone else Hermione, not in a million years."

She moved her body to the side to make room for him and he laid down next to her, both of them facing each other.

"Ron...how many women have you had in this bed?" She asked uncertainly.

He leaned in and gave her a small kiss. "As of today..only one. You."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes." He kissed her again. "I've never brought anyone home. And Hermione, I need you to know that none of those women that I have been with meant anything to me. They never did. My whole bloody life, it's always only been you. I was lonely and miserable and hated my life when I made those decisions. I was never even sober when I was with any of them for fuck's sake! It was like...I needed alcohol to be with anyone who wasn't you."

She smiled sadly at him as she started scooting closer. "I believe you. And also...when you do properly ask me to marry you...not that I need anything lavish of course...I'll say yes. I love you Ron...so much."

He closed his eyes. "I'm so fucking happy that you're here Hermione. You're here, and you're telling me that you love me, and that you want to be with me. My god I swear it's just some damn amazing dream that I'm going to wake up from."

She stroked his jawline. "It's real. And I do love you, and do want to be with you. I never want to be away from you ever again. Been there, done that." He opened his eyes and saw her eyes start to water. "And Ron I'm so sorry that I left. I should have stayed. I should have fought for us. I was a coward when I should have been brave and-"

He broke her off with a kiss. "There's no point in this conversation Hermione." he said softly. "We went through something horribly traumatic. I've never blamed you for leaving and you are not a coward. Hell, you even tried to make sure that we would be okay before you left! That in itself was brave. You're fucking amazing..and the way that you have raised that little girl on your own? Absolutely incredible. But you won't ever have to do anything alone ever again, because you're right, you do have me, and you always will. So please don't apologize anymore love, you're here now and that's what matters." He kissed her again before going on. "And in case you have forgotten, I don't take anyone insulting you very well...even if it is you doing it."

She laughed, wiping her wet eyes before leaning into him and kissing him deeply. He responded vigorously, pulling her body on top of his, running his hands over her back.

It was like something had ignited and they started rolling around the bed, desperately clutching at each other. The blanket and top sheet got tangled up around them quickly, limiting their movements. Ron sat back and ripped them off of the bed, throwing them impatiently to the floor before returning his body to hers.

Soon, their clothes were done away with in much the same manner and he was able to marvel at the beautiful woman beneath him as he had never done before. He studied a few small stretch marks on her lower belly that she had obviously gotten from her pregnancy with Rose. Reverently he lowered his head to them and kissed them softly, his hands stroking the sides of her waist. Achingly slow, he kissed his way lower until his head was between her legs. Her legs were now trembling with what he hoped was anticipation as he looked up at her then and caught her eye. She was looking at him as if he were the most incredible sight that she had ever seen, her brown eyes darkened with lust, making them look almost black. He flicked his tongue out quickly to lick her and garner her reaction and her head immediately flew back into the pillow as she let out a moan of pleasure. Spurred on by this, he started expertly working on her with his tongue, soon adding his fingers as she desperately gripped the sheets beneath her fingers and moaning out his name.

It didn't take long before he felt her whole body tense up before shuddering around his fingers, her body arching upwards as she cried out nonsensical words.

When it was clear that she was done, he kissed his way back up her body until he again captured her lips with his. They rolled around some more before she sat up on her knees as he followed, leaning his head down and putting one nipple in his mouth as his hand played with the other.

She moaned as she slowly pushed him backwards with her body until he was sitting with his back against his padded headboard, and her body was hovering over him. She seemed unsure then and he softly ran his hands up and down her sides, leaning down to kiss her between her belly button and her ribcage.

"Hermione, we don't have to do this yet. We have time now. I'll wait for you. Whenever you're rea-"

She violently shook her head, cutting him off. "No Ron. I want this. I want you."

He leaned up to passionately kiss her before sitting back down, and with his hands firmly but gently grasped onto her waist, he helped her as she lowered herself. He moaned and she lightly gasped as she slowly sank all of the way down onto him. When he was buried inside of her, he leaned his head back and looked up to check on her. Her hands were on his shoulders and her eyes were closed as if in deep concentration, her body slightly trembling.

He opened his mouth to ask if she was ok but she spoke first. "I'm fine Ron...these are good trembles." She reassured him and with that she slowly started to move on top of him, his hands still gripping her waist, helping her body slowly rise and fall.

Watching her on him like this, he was completely overwhelmed and he felt the need to let her know just how much he loved her. He started kissing every part of her in front of him as she slowly rode him. He kissed her ribs, her breasts, her collarbone...anywhere he could reach. "Iloveyou. Iloveyou. Iloveyou. I fucking love you Hermione Granger." and she gasped loudly as he then thrust hard up into her when she was coming down on him before doing it again.

"Rooon..." She moaned, her head rolling back as they continued like this. She felt so fucking good and he knew he was getting close, so he reached down and started rubbing her clit with his fingers. It didn't take long before she hit her climax and shuddered violently on top of him as she cried out for the second time. He continued his rhythm until she was done before he too went over the edge, screaming as he emptied himself inside of her.

Together, they fell sideways, panting. He pulled her close and continued to pepper small kisses on the side of her face. While doing this, he realized that she had started crying. He sat up, concerned.

"Hey. What are those tears for?"

She sniffed. "Don't worry, I'm fine. More than fine actually. It's all just so overwhelming...with my memories, the way I feel about you, this." She gestured her hand over their naked bodies. "I finally feel like I'm where I belong...I had forgotten what that felt like."

He hugged her again before she rolled over and got out of bed and started to pick her clothes up off of the floor. He lifted himself up on his elbow, and shamelessly ogled her as she did this. It took her a few long seconds to realize what he was doing before her eyes widened and she started to blush.

"How are you so bloody perfect?" He asked her as his eyes traveled over her, his eyebrows raised.

"I'd hardly use that word Ronald." She picked up the sheet off of the floor and covered her body with it as he smirked at her.

He reached his hand. "Come here."

He watched as she bit her lip when she noticed that he was hard again. She took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled back into the bed, and laid down beside him.

He slowly crawled on top of her and again they were kissing passionately. He heard her whimper as she lifted her hips to his, letting him know exactly what she wanted.

He swiftly entered her then, both of them moaning when he was in her up to the hilt, completely and deliciously surrounded. He grasped both of her hands with his and lifted them above her head as he started to thrust into her rhythmically while he deeply kissed her.

She urged him faster until they were both panting, moans and soothing words of love coming from both of them before they blissfully came undone together.

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comments encouraged! especially on this chapter because I loved writing it :)