AHHH!!! So I had this great update… it was sweet, sappy, almost three pages, and my computer decides that it hates me. I tried to save it and it froze up and everything and I had to restart it- nothing saved. I've spent the past what? Four days on it…

So now I must start ALL OVER AGAIN!!!

I'm really sorry that this update took me so long, but now you know why.

I also want you all to go read some of my friends' stories. Ex-Smurfet and Senpai Washu. Neither of them writes Harry Potter, but both of them are really good and I love them and their fics.

ON TO THE STORY

Disclaimer: NOT MINE



Hermione walked briskly away from the hospital wing, but slowed down half way to the dormitories.

'I said yes,' she realized, her mind reeling.

'I'm going to marry Ron'

'*I* am going to marry Ron'

'I am going to marry Ron'

'I'm going to be his wife.'

She stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"Hermione Elizabeth Weasley…"

"Hermione Granger-Weasley…"

"Hermione Elizabeth Granger-Weasley…"

"Mrs. Hermione Weasley…"

"Mrs. Ron Weasley…"

"Mrs. Ron Weasley…"

She kept hearing that over and over again. As she walked to the common room it played in her head like a broken record.

She accidently b umped into someone.

"Sorry," she murmered. She started walking but the person caught her wrist.

"Oh..." she blushed, "hi…"

He smiled that lopsided grin she'd grown to love.

"I was just looking for you." He commented.

"I was in the hospital wing."

He laughed.

"I know. I was there."

"Yes, but you said that you were looking for me."

"I was waiting for you to be done, if you were done then I'd be looking for you. If you weren't done then I'd be waiting for you."

"Oh…" she blushed again.

"I wanted to get this to you…" This time he blushed. He took the small black velvet box, "Assuming that you still want it," he whispered.

"Oh Ron… don't you know that I've never wanted anything so much in my life?"

A grin spread across his face and he leaned down o kiss her.

"- But I can't wear it yet."

The grin faded.

"Gin sent the letter… We'll get a response soon."

They both smiled in that goofy sort of way and kissed. They kissed again and again, and somewhere in the process they ended up sitting on the floor.

"Eh hem!"

They looked up, embarrassed.

"Why did you TELL us you were going out?!" squealed Lavender.

"I mean, we knew it would happen EVENTUALLY, but…"

"Um… we need to talk. I'll tell you everything later?" Hermione tried.

The girls smiled.

"Sure, why don't you two go 'talk' now?"

They giggled and left.

Ron leaned in to kiss her, but she put her hand up.

"We really do need to talk."

"I know…"

"So, do you want to start?"

"Not particularly."

"Okay, then I guess I will. Who do you want to tell?"

"Who do I want to tell what?"

"When your parents respond-if they say yes- who do you want to know, who don't you?"

"Um…I haven't thought about it much."

"Oh."

"We should tell Harry and your family. We should also tell the Headmaster."

"I agree. And McGonagall. She's the head of our house and all."

"That's very discerning of you."

"Discerning?"

"Perceptive. It was a good idea."

"Oh." He paused. "You complimented my idea? Wicked! Er, I mean thank you."

She laughed lightly in response.

"Don't tell your roommates, besides Harry that is. One of them will slip to Pavarti or Lavender and the whole school will know by the following dawn."

"Okay."

He stooped down and picked her up. Happily, he carried her into the common room and put her down on the couch just in time to be hit in the head.

"OWW! Oh you stupid owl!" he screamed loudly through laughter. He looked at the letter in his hand and his happy expression melted off his face. Quickly, he retreated to a deserted corner of the common room.

Slowly he turned the letter over in his hand, reading the back. His eyes flickered to the signature:

Your Future Parents,

Dr and Dr Granger

After what seemed like hours for Hermione, he came back to her couch. The biggest smile on his face…

"They said yes."

"They said yes?"

"They said yes."

She jumped up and kissed him, earning the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' of many people. Blushing, they kissed one more time before Hermione retreated, a small black velvet box in her hand.