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Ron was having nightmares. The type of nightmares that made you never, ever want to sleep again. In his dreams, he would propose to Hermione and she would turn him down. He, Harry and his brothers were sitting in the backyard, listening to George tell about Kylier's violent mood swings and complaining about the wedding. Ron was too engulfed in his own misery to take interest in George's. I love her, but she has to have moved on, he thought, There's no way that Hermione could stay single for 12 years.
"Hey, Ron."
Ron's head snapped up. Everyone was staring at him. "What?"
"You've been quiet for the last half hour, what's wrong mate?" Harry asked. He was standing next to him.
Ron pulled Harry away from George's pity party and towards the pond towards the back of the property. He stopped as they reached the edge. He took a deep breath. "DoyouknowifMionestilllovesme?"
His jumbled words didn't sink in right away, but when they did, Harry sighed. "Ron, it was hard on her after your 'death'. She didn't come out of her room until graduation. When you came back," Harry paused.
"Harry, I know this was hard on all of you. I'm so sorry, but I couldn't risk-"
"Ron, of all people I know!" Harry snapped, "Why do you think I never asked Ginny to go out with me? I didn't want them to use her to get to me. Voldomort ruined our lives, but he didn't make Hermione stop loving you."
Ron's hopes soared, "You think so?"
Harry gave him a faint smile, "Yeah."
Ron smiled broadly. "Guys, lunch." They both turned to see Hermione standing a few feet behind them. Harry clapped Ron on the back and walked back towards the house. "What were you talking about?" she asked.
Ron smile widened. "Nothing." He noticed she was bundled up in his coat and hat and still shivering. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She smiled as she buried her head in his sweater. She inhaled the familiar scent that she had missed during the lonely nights and really hoped that there would be no more.
They walked back in a comfortable silence, but when they walked into the kitchen the noise was deafening. Wedding talk was about, and didn't seem to waver at their arrival.
"How many from your side of the family Kylier?" Molly had a notepad and quill.
"Um, maybe fwardy uf fifdy," she swallowed her food before repeating, "maybe forty or fifty, why?"
"Well, we don't want too big of a wedding, but with our family and yours, it might turn into a big event."
"Can we please stop talking about my wedding?" George whined. "It's giving me a headache."
"Me too, except it's making me nauseous, wait, that's the babies, excuse me," Kylier bolted from the table, George at her heels.
"Poor girl, doesn't know what she's getting into," Ginny said. Everyone laughed.
"Well, next we'll be planning Ron and Hermione's," Molly said excitedly. She clamped a hand over her mouth when she realized what she had just said. Everyone went silent as they tried to gauge Ron and Hermione's reactions. Hermione was staring wide eyed at Ron, who's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were glued on his mother. Forks were suspended in mid air, and food was left untouched as an uncomfortable silence loomed.
"Who died?" George asked. Kylier was right behind him, and they both sat down. "What?"
"Nothing!" Hermione and Ron barked. Lunch continued in silence, except for George and Kylier making stupid remarks about the babies or something else. Ron's ears didn't fade from their tomato red shade, and Hermione's face was still flushed. Why this was so embarrassing, neither knew. 12 years ago, if Molly had said that, they would have laughed. Ron knew he would propose to her. He'd even bought the ring.
After lunch, Molly rushed through the cleaning and made an excuse to get her out of house. Fred and George left for the shop, taking all the kids with them and Kylier, Angelina, Harry and Ginny went to the Ministry, leaving Hermione and Ron all alone.
"So, Mione, how ya been?" Ron asked in a joking matter. They were sitting on the couch in the living room.
Hermione forced a small giggle. "Fine."
Silence consumed them again. Hermione snuck a glance at Ron, who seemed to be deep in thought. She couldn't help staring at him, taking in every feature. His shaggy red hair hung in his face, his brows were furrowed in concentration. His lips were drawn in a line, and his sapphire blue eyes were clouded. Hermione wanted nothing more than to shag him until that expression was off his handsome face, but she would never admit it. She unconsciously licked her lips as she pondered the thought.
Ron noticed that Hermione had been staring at him for sometime now. Her rich brown eyes were traveled his face, and even with the intensity of her gaze, he could survive. It wasn't until she licked her full, red lips that he lost himself. He turned to her and locked her eyes with his. He gazed into her eyes and gathered all the courage he would need for his next move. He leaned in, brushing his lips across hers before knocking their foreheads together. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted slightly, her breathing became more ragged. "Ron," she whispered.
"Yeah?" he murmured. Being this close to her was intoxicating. He was having a hard time controlling his emotions.
Her eyes fluttered open and bored holes into his soul, "Just kiss me."
Can we say fluffy poo? Yeah, but o well, review!!! :)
