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*Chapter 2*
The funeral ended and Harry walked outside of the church. He let out a deep sigh, and started looking for Hermione. Harry still couldn't believe that Ron had actually made him promise to do this. He thought back to that day. He and Ron were just about ready to go on one of their Auror expeditions.
*FLASHBACK*
"Harry, can you promise me something?" Ron asked while slipping his cloak on.
"Depends on what." Harry answered
Ron hesitated and opened his mouth as if to speak, closed it again, and opened it once more.
"If…If…anything ever happens to me, if I die on the job or whatever, you…you have to promise me something." Ron asked biting his lip.
"What?" Harry asked curiously.
"You have to promise me…you'll ask Hermione to marry you." Ron finally let out.
"What!" Harry exclaimed.
"I mean it…if I die, I don't want her to be alone and I don't trust any other guy with her. If you were to marry her, I'd be okay knowing that she was with you, my best friend." Ron explained.
"Ron, that's crazy! That's just crazy…" Harry trailed off.
"Harry! Just promise me you'll do that!" Ron said pleadingly.
Harry took a look at Ron's face. It was so solemn, so sad. Harry let out a sigh and said, "I promise."
*END OF FLASHBACK*
Harry kicked a pebble in front of him. He should've never promised Ron that. Basically he only did that was because he never thought Ron would die, and he would never have to fulfill that promise. But Ron had died and now Harry had to ask Hermione to be his wife. He looked over to wear she was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing a black dress, that traditional sign of mourning. He hated seeing her in black, and he knew that Ron would have too. The only time Harry had ever seen her wear black was with her Hogwart's robes. She never wore any clothes with black in them. It was so depressing seeing her in her least favorite color. Hermione was looking at the big willow tree off to the side of the large stone church. Harry slowly walked towards her.
"Hermione…can we talk?" Harry asked uneasily.
She looked up into his eyes, tears brimming down her cheeks.
"What about?" She asked softly.
Harry hesitated.
"Ron."
Hermione nodded and they walked off to the willow tree together. They stood there for a minute while Harry fidgeted. How was he supposed to ask her this? Sure he loved Hermione, but as a friend nothing more! But he knew he had to keep his promise to Ron, they were best friends, he couldn't break a promise.
"Before Ron died, he asked me to do something." He started.
She looked up to him with questioning eyes.
"He made me promise…he said that …he said that if he ever died, that I would ask you to marry me." Harry finally let out.
Hermione dropped her purse in shock. She could not have heard right. Did Ron really make Harry promise to marry her when he was gone?
"Why?" She asked in disbelief.
"He said that he wouldn't be able to see you alone, and that if I married you, he would know you would have someone, a someone he could trust. And I promised him I would…I can't break a promise to him…" Harry said looking away from Hermione.
She thought about it for a minute. It was probably one of Ron's last wishes. And like Harry, she couldn't stand it if a promise to Ron was broken. As much as she didn't want to marry Harry, she knew she would have to. It's what Ron would have wanted, she thought.
"Okay Harry…I'll marry you." She said finally.
Harry turned his head towards her with shock in his eyes.
"It's what Ron would have wanted, right?" Hermione said sadly.
Harry nodded and took her hand and they walked back to everyone who was still outside of the church.
*Two weeks later*
Harry sat down on the couch in his flat. It was two weeks since Ron's funeral. Two weeks since Hermione had agreed to marry him. They had, of course, told the Weasleys. Their reactions were just like he had imagined them. At first they were shocked, but then as Harry explained why they were getting married, they understood, just like he and Hermione had. They had all agreed that it was what Ron wanted. All except for Ginny. When she had found out, she could do nothing but stare into Harry's eyes for what seemed like forever and then she had said, "No, Ron's still alive. I know he is." Everyone had tried to tell her that he wasn't, there was no way. But Ginny being her stubborn self, refused to believe that Ron was dead, no matter what the rest of the Weasleys and Harry had tried to tell her.