Hey! I'm sorry this has taken so long! I wanted it to be really happy
with the chapter when I wrote it, and I wasn't. Until now. For the last
time, (I'm so sad), here it goes!
Hermione was crying as she went through the airport security. She was leaving him. She was leaving Ron behind again. She was getting a few odd looks in line, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for Ron to come and save her, to come and tell her he didn't want to let her go. "Please take off your shoes, Miss."
Why did she even do this? Why was she even taking the slow muggle way home? She could be in bed crying by now! "Ok." She said. Speaking caused her to cry even more. Tears began pouring from her eyes; she held her hand to her mouth trying to restrain her miserable frown.
The security worker was a bit taken aback. "I'm sorry Miss, but I have to check them. I'm required to. I promise you'll get them back. It'll only take a second." He thought it was about the shoes! Ha! He could have the shoes! She couldn't' care less! She wanted Ron. She was already miserable without him by her side, and she had only seen him half an hour ago.
"No, no it's not the shoes." She said to the worker. He shrugged his shoulders and scanned her shoes. "It's not the shoes..." she said quietly, trying to regain control of herself.
"All right, here you go." The worker said as he handed her back the shoes.
"Thank you." She said sobbing.
He looked at her questioningly. "Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked, clearly concerned, but who wouldn't be. She was crying more than anyone even thought possible.
"No, no I'm fine." He still looked at her. "Really, I'm fine. I'm fine." She took her luggage and headed off towards her departure gate, trying to see through her tears. She was frequently tripping over herself.
Why had she chosen to go home via muggle plane? She thought this over. Maybe it was because she was hoping for a muggle fairy tale ending. Maybe she was hoping for the ending that happened on all the TV shows when couples were separated from distance. Maybe she was hoping he'd miraculously show up and stop her from leaving, admitting how much he loved her and could not live without her. "Who was I kidding." She said as she took a seat. "He didn't stop me the first time, he won't stop me the second." Hermione spoke in between sobs.
She took out a Kleenex from her carry on and dabbed her eyes. She must look insane, sobbing as she was. "Pull yourself together, Hermione." She told herself, taking a deep breath. "You'll see him at Christmas." It seemed so far away. "What if he has another girlfriend at Christmas?" At that thought she broke down again. Why hadn't Ron stopped her? Why? Because he's Ron Weasley, that's why. He's too thick to realize anything. She became angry with herself for insulting him, but she felt she was right. "Gosh..." she said placing her head in her hand.
Now she felt angry with him. If he had stopped her in the first place, none of this would have happened! He should have stopped her then! He didn't. He should stop her now! He won't. "Oh why does he have to be so stupid!" she thought reaching for another Kleenex. He probably didn't love her. He was probably just using her. Maybe he never loved her! Maybe he was just the only girl he could get! Hermione was crying even more now. She knew her thoughts weren't true, but the possibility caused her great pain.
"Flight 83 is now boarding. I repeated, flight 83 is now boarding." Hermione blew her nose one last time and gathered her things. Why had she been so stupid? Hoping for a fairy tale ending—ha! That's the reason they happen in movies and books. Because they don't happen in real life! Now she was stuck on some crummy plane for the next few hours, and eating peanuts next to some stranger. She hadn't even bothered to think that Ron probably doesn't know the first thing about airports! Even if he had come for her, he wouldn't know how to find her! "Stupid, Hermione. Stupid!"
Ron ran through the airport. Geese he hadn't a clue where he was going! He was just running! Running as fast as he could, hoping he'd somehow manage to find her. Why hadn't he brought Harry with him?
She was somewhere around here. All he knew was that she was on Flight 83. Up ahead he saw a load of muggles standing inline putting their things on some moving table with a load of machines on it. He ran, pushing his way through them. "WAIT!" Shouted one of the workers. "SIR! STOP! YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH SECURITY TO—SIR! STOP!"
Ron continued to push his way through the line. Screw the muggles! He had to stop Hermione form boarding that plane at all costs! "SIR!" Three or four of the muggles in uniform pushed their way in front of his path, blocking the way out. He kept running, trying to run through them, but they held him back. "SIR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"I need to—"
"You have no right to—"
"I need to find Flight 83!"
"Sir, if you are late to your flight, that is no problem of ours. Now, you need to go back to the end of the line."
"I'M NOT ON FLIGHT 83!" He shouted angrily! These people were in his way! They were in the way of his happiness, of his Hermione.
"Then why are you trying to get there?" One of the men asked, while the other called for backup.
"I'm just trying—please you've got to let me through! You don't understand!"
"Then make me understand." Said the man. Ron knew there was no way they would let him through. Exasperated tears began to fill his eyes. Hermione was leaving and he couldn't stop her.
"Listen, the girl I love is about to board Flight 83, which goes to South Africa. If she leaves—if she leaves—" A tear fell down his cheek. He couldn't' speak anymore. It was hopeless.
"Wait!" said one of the men. "What does this girl look like?"
"She a few inches shorter than me; she has brown hair—"
"Was she wearing a blue shirt?"
"Yes! Yes she was!" Said Ron excitedly. This man had seen her!
"I saw her earlier. Remember, she came through our line?" The man said to guy on his left. "She was the one who broke down crying when I asked her to take her shoes off."
"Oh," said the other worker, remembering the girl. "Well, that explains why she was crying."
The man, Ron could see his nametag said Charles, looked at Ron seeing his tears. He then looked back at the other workers. "Flight 83?" he asked. Ron replied. "Well If I remember correctly, that flight started boarding about five ten minutes ago. " Ron wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he kept looking at the man. "It's ok. Let him go through the metal detectors. I'll take him to the correct gate and keep an eye on him." He said, seeing what Ron was going through.
"Thank you!" said Ron ecstatically. "Thank you!"
Charles rushed him through the metal detectors. "Ok, follow me. Flight 83 is this way. If she's already boarded the plane, you're out of luck But if we can catch her..." The two men began running through the airport as fast as lightning.
Hermione approached the gate to board her plane. All hope had left her. She was a walking pool of misery and emotions. Ron wasn't coming. There wasn't a chance in the world that he'd show up.
"Hello! May I please see your ticket?" asked the lady.
"Oh, right." Said Hermione fumbling through her bag. "My ticket."
Ron continued running. "Please don't let me be too late." He pleaded. "Please. Please just let everything work out."
"There it is! Right ahead!" said Charles stopping. "I wish you good luck! Now go stop her!" he said.
"Thanks for everything!" said Ron as he passed him.
Hermione continued fumbling through her bag. "Oh where is it?" she said sniffling. The lady began to grow a bit impatient. "Oh! Here it is! Sorry about that." The lady smiled.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, running at full speed. "Hermione, wait!" She turned around.
"Ron!" she said in surprise. "What are you—?"
"I love you." He said as he reached her, looking her in the eyes.
"What?" she said in disbelief.
"I lost you before and I'm not going to lose you again. I'm in love with you." Hermione froze. "So just please, please do not get on that plane."
Hermione was in a complete state of shock.
"But I already—"
"Transfer it to a later flight. Transfer it so I can fly with you. I'll transfer teams, or get a new job, anything—ANYTHING! Just as long as I can be with you." Hermione couldn't speak. "I love you, Hermione Granger, and I know I can't live without you, so just please, please give this a chance. Please give us a chance."
Hermione didn't know what to say, or what to think. This is what she had been hoping for. This is what she had wanted; this is what she'd been dreaming of!
"Excuse me, Miss," said the lady at the boarding gate. "Will you be boarding the plane?"
Hermione looked over at the lady, and then to Ron. She looked him in the eyes. Should she go for it? Could it work? The look in his eyes said yes. "No," she said still looking Ron in the eyes. "No, I won't be boarding the plane." She said, and uncontrollable smile spreading across her face. Ron drew his famous lopsided grin. They threw their arms around each other. Ron leaned in and gave Hermione the kiss of a lifetime.
"I love you." He said when their lips had parted.
"I love you too." She said, smiling sweetly.
And so they were reunited. Two people, who thought their love was impossible, had defeated the odds. Hermione had gotten her fairy tale ending from the movies. She transferred her ticket to a later flight, and Ron bought a ticket. On the plane Hermione fell asleep holding Ron's hand, her head on resting on his shoulder. As Ron looked out at the ground below, he knew he couldn't be happier.
Ron stayed at Hermione's place until Friday where they discussed how their relationship would work. Hermione soon found out what Fred had been talking about when she was leaving.
When she arrived at work on Monday Monika ran up to her. "I heard about what happened!" she said gleefully giving her friend a hug. "I'm so happy for you!"
Hermione giggled. "I'm happy too! But wait—" she said thinking of something. "How'd you find out so soon?"
"Um..." said Monika. "Well, George wrote to me, telling me what happened."
"Oh," said Hermione. "I didn't know you and George were still in contact."
"Well you see, there's the thing..." Said Monika trailing off.
"Monika?" said Hermione questioningly.
"You know how you said I'll find someone and everything will just click?" asked Monika trying to contain her excitement.
"Yes?" Hermione, thinking she might know what is coming next.
"Well, I did!" said Monika excitedly.
"You mean George?" said Hermione.
"Yes! At the World Cup we started talking and—click! And then he asked to see me again and now we're dating!"
"So that's what Fred meant! Oh my gosh, Monika!" said Hermione. The two girls were jumping up and down with excitement. "That's wonderful!"
"Thank you, Hermione." Said Monika. "Thank you for making me take the job, for always being such a good friend, for everything! I owe you so much!"
So finally Monika had met the right guy, and by what Hermione gathered from Fred, so had George.
On Tuesday they were owled a letter containing great news.
Dear Ron and Hermione,
How are things going? Harry and I are writing to you with great news. We're engaged!
Hermione screamed in excitement. "It's about time!" said Ron with a laugh.
Can you believe it? Hope everything is ok with you two. We can't wait to see you again!
With Lots Of Love,
Harry and Ginny Potter
P.S. Couldn't resist! –Ginny
P.P.S. Thanks Hermione. I owe you. –Harry
Ron looked at her, wondering what she had to do with it. "Long story." She said, smiling mischievously.
On Friday they returned to the Burrow, though not the muggle way, to visit everyone and congratulate Harry and Ginny. In the morning they went to Ron's house, which Hermione loved, and planned to spend the rest of the weekend there. On Saturday night, Ron took Hermione out to dinner where he proposed to her.
"Hermione?" said Ron, getting out of his seat. Hermione held her breath, smiling through her shock. Ron kneeled beside her seat.
"I can't believe it!" she said, tears forming in her eyes.
"I've loved you since the first day I met you on the train to Hogwarts when you told me I had dirt on my nose." Hermione laughed. "Every day since my love for you has grown immensely. Each day I care for you more and more. I may have only been a stupid little schoolboy at first, but I now realize how much I need you, and how I couldn't live without you. I thought I had lost you forever that day at the train station. Each day I grew more and more miserable. When I heard where the Quidditch World Cup was being held, I immediately thought of you. I then began to practice harder and more often. If my team could make it to the World Cup, then maybe I could see you." By now Hermione was crying.
"And we did, and some how I got lucky enough and my plan worked. I found you. That day I was the happiest I had been in years, even though I had only seen you for a few moments. I actually had a hard time concentrating during the game because all I could think about was that you were sitting in the box on my left hand side. I had to use every ounce of control I had not to fly over to you and forget about the game." Hermione was smiling more than ever.
"And when Harry said you were staying for the weekend, well, I could have given him my broom I was so happy." Hermione laughed. "And when we agreed to get back together, well, I couldn't sleep most of the weekend I was so happy." Tears feel down Hermione's cheek. Ron, however, had never felt more relieved and open in his life.
"On our second official day together, I realised what I had to do, what I wanted more than anything to have. I would have done it on the first day, but seeing as it was the middle of the night, the shops were all closed." Hermione laughed again." On Sunday morning I went to Diagon Alley to buy you this." Said Ron opening the little black box he had been holding, revealing a ring unlike any Hermione had seen.
She gasped. "Oh, Ron! It's beautiful!"
Ron smiled. "I'm glad you think so." The moment was perfect. "Hermione, I knew then, I knew at the World Cup, I knew back at graduation, I even knew back on that first day on the train, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life by your side." Then came the moment they had each been waiting for their whole lives. "Hermione, will you marry me?" said Ron with a lop-sided grin.
Hermione was smiling and crying. "Yes!" she said. "Yes! I'll marry you!" Putting her hands to her face. Ron smiled, and took the ring out of the box and slipped it on his soon to be wife's finger.
They looked into each other's eyes, smiling. Then they threw their arms around each other. "I love you!" said Hermione through her tears of joy. "I feel the same way! I love you Ron Weasley!"
"And I love you, Mrs. Hermione Weasley."
So everyone got their happy ending. As Hermione thought over it, she wondered if things would have turned out differently had she and Ron never parted. For one, she wouldn't have met Monika and neither would have George. Also, she might not have been there to give Harry that little push he needed at the right time. She and Ron might never have realised at such a deep level how much they loved each other. And she would have never had a double wedding with Harry and Ginny. "Maybe," thought Hermione, "Everything really does happen for a reason."
So there it is! I can't believe it's over! Now I would definitely say that was a much longer chapter! I'm nearly into the three thousands as far as words! (With author notes I think I'm past three thousand.) I really hope you all liked it! I kept rewriting this chapter because I wanted it to be perfect, and I never could get it down just right. This time I have it exactly how I wanted it to be. I'm really happy with it and I hope you enjoyed it!
As far as sequels go, I'm not planning one for this story. I feel everything was explained, and I don't want to make anything bad happen to them. They're happy! But, I never really thought I'd be writing a sequel to my story Everything Is Alright If I Just Breathe, but in a week or so I will be posting a sequel, so you never know.
I just want to thank you all for everything! You have all given me so much and I thank you all! I can't believe the amount of review I got on this story! I also thank you for the prayers for my neighbor! I had a complete blast writing this story, and I will truly miss it. Thank you all again for everything and I hope to hear from you all again sometime soon!
Sincerely,
Mist Emoun Tains
Hermione was crying as she went through the airport security. She was leaving him. She was leaving Ron behind again. She was getting a few odd looks in line, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for Ron to come and save her, to come and tell her he didn't want to let her go. "Please take off your shoes, Miss."
Why did she even do this? Why was she even taking the slow muggle way home? She could be in bed crying by now! "Ok." She said. Speaking caused her to cry even more. Tears began pouring from her eyes; she held her hand to her mouth trying to restrain her miserable frown.
The security worker was a bit taken aback. "I'm sorry Miss, but I have to check them. I'm required to. I promise you'll get them back. It'll only take a second." He thought it was about the shoes! Ha! He could have the shoes! She couldn't' care less! She wanted Ron. She was already miserable without him by her side, and she had only seen him half an hour ago.
"No, no it's not the shoes." She said to the worker. He shrugged his shoulders and scanned her shoes. "It's not the shoes..." she said quietly, trying to regain control of herself.
"All right, here you go." The worker said as he handed her back the shoes.
"Thank you." She said sobbing.
He looked at her questioningly. "Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked, clearly concerned, but who wouldn't be. She was crying more than anyone even thought possible.
"No, no I'm fine." He still looked at her. "Really, I'm fine. I'm fine." She took her luggage and headed off towards her departure gate, trying to see through her tears. She was frequently tripping over herself.
Why had she chosen to go home via muggle plane? She thought this over. Maybe it was because she was hoping for a muggle fairy tale ending. Maybe she was hoping for the ending that happened on all the TV shows when couples were separated from distance. Maybe she was hoping he'd miraculously show up and stop her from leaving, admitting how much he loved her and could not live without her. "Who was I kidding." She said as she took a seat. "He didn't stop me the first time, he won't stop me the second." Hermione spoke in between sobs.
She took out a Kleenex from her carry on and dabbed her eyes. She must look insane, sobbing as she was. "Pull yourself together, Hermione." She told herself, taking a deep breath. "You'll see him at Christmas." It seemed so far away. "What if he has another girlfriend at Christmas?" At that thought she broke down again. Why hadn't Ron stopped her? Why? Because he's Ron Weasley, that's why. He's too thick to realize anything. She became angry with herself for insulting him, but she felt she was right. "Gosh..." she said placing her head in her hand.
Now she felt angry with him. If he had stopped her in the first place, none of this would have happened! He should have stopped her then! He didn't. He should stop her now! He won't. "Oh why does he have to be so stupid!" she thought reaching for another Kleenex. He probably didn't love her. He was probably just using her. Maybe he never loved her! Maybe he was just the only girl he could get! Hermione was crying even more now. She knew her thoughts weren't true, but the possibility caused her great pain.
"Flight 83 is now boarding. I repeated, flight 83 is now boarding." Hermione blew her nose one last time and gathered her things. Why had she been so stupid? Hoping for a fairy tale ending—ha! That's the reason they happen in movies and books. Because they don't happen in real life! Now she was stuck on some crummy plane for the next few hours, and eating peanuts next to some stranger. She hadn't even bothered to think that Ron probably doesn't know the first thing about airports! Even if he had come for her, he wouldn't know how to find her! "Stupid, Hermione. Stupid!"
Ron ran through the airport. Geese he hadn't a clue where he was going! He was just running! Running as fast as he could, hoping he'd somehow manage to find her. Why hadn't he brought Harry with him?
She was somewhere around here. All he knew was that she was on Flight 83. Up ahead he saw a load of muggles standing inline putting their things on some moving table with a load of machines on it. He ran, pushing his way through them. "WAIT!" Shouted one of the workers. "SIR! STOP! YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH SECURITY TO—SIR! STOP!"
Ron continued to push his way through the line. Screw the muggles! He had to stop Hermione form boarding that plane at all costs! "SIR!" Three or four of the muggles in uniform pushed their way in front of his path, blocking the way out. He kept running, trying to run through them, but they held him back. "SIR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"I need to—"
"You have no right to—"
"I need to find Flight 83!"
"Sir, if you are late to your flight, that is no problem of ours. Now, you need to go back to the end of the line."
"I'M NOT ON FLIGHT 83!" He shouted angrily! These people were in his way! They were in the way of his happiness, of his Hermione.
"Then why are you trying to get there?" One of the men asked, while the other called for backup.
"I'm just trying—please you've got to let me through! You don't understand!"
"Then make me understand." Said the man. Ron knew there was no way they would let him through. Exasperated tears began to fill his eyes. Hermione was leaving and he couldn't stop her.
"Listen, the girl I love is about to board Flight 83, which goes to South Africa. If she leaves—if she leaves—" A tear fell down his cheek. He couldn't' speak anymore. It was hopeless.
"Wait!" said one of the men. "What does this girl look like?"
"She a few inches shorter than me; she has brown hair—"
"Was she wearing a blue shirt?"
"Yes! Yes she was!" Said Ron excitedly. This man had seen her!
"I saw her earlier. Remember, she came through our line?" The man said to guy on his left. "She was the one who broke down crying when I asked her to take her shoes off."
"Oh," said the other worker, remembering the girl. "Well, that explains why she was crying."
The man, Ron could see his nametag said Charles, looked at Ron seeing his tears. He then looked back at the other workers. "Flight 83?" he asked. Ron replied. "Well If I remember correctly, that flight started boarding about five ten minutes ago. " Ron wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he kept looking at the man. "It's ok. Let him go through the metal detectors. I'll take him to the correct gate and keep an eye on him." He said, seeing what Ron was going through.
"Thank you!" said Ron ecstatically. "Thank you!"
Charles rushed him through the metal detectors. "Ok, follow me. Flight 83 is this way. If she's already boarded the plane, you're out of luck But if we can catch her..." The two men began running through the airport as fast as lightning.
Hermione approached the gate to board her plane. All hope had left her. She was a walking pool of misery and emotions. Ron wasn't coming. There wasn't a chance in the world that he'd show up.
"Hello! May I please see your ticket?" asked the lady.
"Oh, right." Said Hermione fumbling through her bag. "My ticket."
Ron continued running. "Please don't let me be too late." He pleaded. "Please. Please just let everything work out."
"There it is! Right ahead!" said Charles stopping. "I wish you good luck! Now go stop her!" he said.
"Thanks for everything!" said Ron as he passed him.
Hermione continued fumbling through her bag. "Oh where is it?" she said sniffling. The lady began to grow a bit impatient. "Oh! Here it is! Sorry about that." The lady smiled.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, running at full speed. "Hermione, wait!" She turned around.
"Ron!" she said in surprise. "What are you—?"
"I love you." He said as he reached her, looking her in the eyes.
"What?" she said in disbelief.
"I lost you before and I'm not going to lose you again. I'm in love with you." Hermione froze. "So just please, please do not get on that plane."
Hermione was in a complete state of shock.
"But I already—"
"Transfer it to a later flight. Transfer it so I can fly with you. I'll transfer teams, or get a new job, anything—ANYTHING! Just as long as I can be with you." Hermione couldn't speak. "I love you, Hermione Granger, and I know I can't live without you, so just please, please give this a chance. Please give us a chance."
Hermione didn't know what to say, or what to think. This is what she had been hoping for. This is what she had wanted; this is what she'd been dreaming of!
"Excuse me, Miss," said the lady at the boarding gate. "Will you be boarding the plane?"
Hermione looked over at the lady, and then to Ron. She looked him in the eyes. Should she go for it? Could it work? The look in his eyes said yes. "No," she said still looking Ron in the eyes. "No, I won't be boarding the plane." She said, and uncontrollable smile spreading across her face. Ron drew his famous lopsided grin. They threw their arms around each other. Ron leaned in and gave Hermione the kiss of a lifetime.
"I love you." He said when their lips had parted.
"I love you too." She said, smiling sweetly.
And so they were reunited. Two people, who thought their love was impossible, had defeated the odds. Hermione had gotten her fairy tale ending from the movies. She transferred her ticket to a later flight, and Ron bought a ticket. On the plane Hermione fell asleep holding Ron's hand, her head on resting on his shoulder. As Ron looked out at the ground below, he knew he couldn't be happier.
Ron stayed at Hermione's place until Friday where they discussed how their relationship would work. Hermione soon found out what Fred had been talking about when she was leaving.
When she arrived at work on Monday Monika ran up to her. "I heard about what happened!" she said gleefully giving her friend a hug. "I'm so happy for you!"
Hermione giggled. "I'm happy too! But wait—" she said thinking of something. "How'd you find out so soon?"
"Um..." said Monika. "Well, George wrote to me, telling me what happened."
"Oh," said Hermione. "I didn't know you and George were still in contact."
"Well you see, there's the thing..." Said Monika trailing off.
"Monika?" said Hermione questioningly.
"You know how you said I'll find someone and everything will just click?" asked Monika trying to contain her excitement.
"Yes?" Hermione, thinking she might know what is coming next.
"Well, I did!" said Monika excitedly.
"You mean George?" said Hermione.
"Yes! At the World Cup we started talking and—click! And then he asked to see me again and now we're dating!"
"So that's what Fred meant! Oh my gosh, Monika!" said Hermione. The two girls were jumping up and down with excitement. "That's wonderful!"
"Thank you, Hermione." Said Monika. "Thank you for making me take the job, for always being such a good friend, for everything! I owe you so much!"
So finally Monika had met the right guy, and by what Hermione gathered from Fred, so had George.
On Tuesday they were owled a letter containing great news.
Dear Ron and Hermione,
How are things going? Harry and I are writing to you with great news. We're engaged!
Hermione screamed in excitement. "It's about time!" said Ron with a laugh.
Can you believe it? Hope everything is ok with you two. We can't wait to see you again!
With Lots Of Love,
Harry and Ginny Potter
P.S. Couldn't resist! –Ginny
P.P.S. Thanks Hermione. I owe you. –Harry
Ron looked at her, wondering what she had to do with it. "Long story." She said, smiling mischievously.
On Friday they returned to the Burrow, though not the muggle way, to visit everyone and congratulate Harry and Ginny. In the morning they went to Ron's house, which Hermione loved, and planned to spend the rest of the weekend there. On Saturday night, Ron took Hermione out to dinner where he proposed to her.
"Hermione?" said Ron, getting out of his seat. Hermione held her breath, smiling through her shock. Ron kneeled beside her seat.
"I can't believe it!" she said, tears forming in her eyes.
"I've loved you since the first day I met you on the train to Hogwarts when you told me I had dirt on my nose." Hermione laughed. "Every day since my love for you has grown immensely. Each day I care for you more and more. I may have only been a stupid little schoolboy at first, but I now realize how much I need you, and how I couldn't live without you. I thought I had lost you forever that day at the train station. Each day I grew more and more miserable. When I heard where the Quidditch World Cup was being held, I immediately thought of you. I then began to practice harder and more often. If my team could make it to the World Cup, then maybe I could see you." By now Hermione was crying.
"And we did, and some how I got lucky enough and my plan worked. I found you. That day I was the happiest I had been in years, even though I had only seen you for a few moments. I actually had a hard time concentrating during the game because all I could think about was that you were sitting in the box on my left hand side. I had to use every ounce of control I had not to fly over to you and forget about the game." Hermione was smiling more than ever.
"And when Harry said you were staying for the weekend, well, I could have given him my broom I was so happy." Hermione laughed. "And when we agreed to get back together, well, I couldn't sleep most of the weekend I was so happy." Tears feel down Hermione's cheek. Ron, however, had never felt more relieved and open in his life.
"On our second official day together, I realised what I had to do, what I wanted more than anything to have. I would have done it on the first day, but seeing as it was the middle of the night, the shops were all closed." Hermione laughed again." On Sunday morning I went to Diagon Alley to buy you this." Said Ron opening the little black box he had been holding, revealing a ring unlike any Hermione had seen.
She gasped. "Oh, Ron! It's beautiful!"
Ron smiled. "I'm glad you think so." The moment was perfect. "Hermione, I knew then, I knew at the World Cup, I knew back at graduation, I even knew back on that first day on the train, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life by your side." Then came the moment they had each been waiting for their whole lives. "Hermione, will you marry me?" said Ron with a lop-sided grin.
Hermione was smiling and crying. "Yes!" she said. "Yes! I'll marry you!" Putting her hands to her face. Ron smiled, and took the ring out of the box and slipped it on his soon to be wife's finger.
They looked into each other's eyes, smiling. Then they threw their arms around each other. "I love you!" said Hermione through her tears of joy. "I feel the same way! I love you Ron Weasley!"
"And I love you, Mrs. Hermione Weasley."
So everyone got their happy ending. As Hermione thought over it, she wondered if things would have turned out differently had she and Ron never parted. For one, she wouldn't have met Monika and neither would have George. Also, she might not have been there to give Harry that little push he needed at the right time. She and Ron might never have realised at such a deep level how much they loved each other. And she would have never had a double wedding with Harry and Ginny. "Maybe," thought Hermione, "Everything really does happen for a reason."
So there it is! I can't believe it's over! Now I would definitely say that was a much longer chapter! I'm nearly into the three thousands as far as words! (With author notes I think I'm past three thousand.) I really hope you all liked it! I kept rewriting this chapter because I wanted it to be perfect, and I never could get it down just right. This time I have it exactly how I wanted it to be. I'm really happy with it and I hope you enjoyed it!
As far as sequels go, I'm not planning one for this story. I feel everything was explained, and I don't want to make anything bad happen to them. They're happy! But, I never really thought I'd be writing a sequel to my story Everything Is Alright If I Just Breathe, but in a week or so I will be posting a sequel, so you never know.
I just want to thank you all for everything! You have all given me so much and I thank you all! I can't believe the amount of review I got on this story! I also thank you for the prayers for my neighbor! I had a complete blast writing this story, and I will truly miss it. Thank you all again for everything and I hope to hear from you all again sometime soon!
Sincerely,
Mist Emoun Tains