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Author's Note: I have decided that all internal dialogue will be denoted with ITALICS

Also I love Tom Felton. He's so hot!!!!!! (I have had a crush on him since the Barrower's. So anyone who says that they've wanted him longer can "get in line".

Summary from Chapter Two:

"Ummm...ronandididitandididnthavemyperiodineedatest-breath-willyougetmeone?" Hermione whispered into her friend's ear. ...

..."Well, hunny, you are just going to have to get in line," Hermione quipped. "This one is all mine."

"Okay," Cydni sighed with fake-depression. "You guys have fun tonight," she added earnestly.

With matching waves the couple departed.

Now on with Chapter 3:

"I am still in shock that you talked Dumbledore into letting us leave for the night. It was just so sweet. But, I am worried that I might not have time to study Runes tonight and I have a test in two weeks," Hermione said as she turned from the only love of her life to the carriage's window. Outside the night was cold and dark but the sky was alight with stars and the moon. It was all so gorgeous. Hermione couldn't think of a better way to spend a night.

Hermione had been relatively depressed since the news that Susan Bones had beaten her out for Head Girl. But she had been relieved when she found out that she wouldn't have to live with Draco Malfoy.

"He really is a listener. All I had to do was promise himmy entirespring break where I would have to work for him in payment. It is really no big deal. He agreed first try Or tenth. Close enough. I am just glad that I could make it special for you I love you more than you'll ever know. I love you," Ron finished. He looked at the side of his love's face. He wanted her reaction to be a solid "I love you, too", but it never was. Every time he said it she would sweat a bit and then respond with the same...

"And I you."

Damn it I know she means it, but why can't she just Fucking say, "I love you too, Ron." Is it really all that difficult?

I blew it. I know that he doesn't want to hear "And I you". I know it full well and yet I just can't say. "I love you Ronald Weasley. I think when we are older I should have your kids. I've wanted to bone you since we were thirteen and I held out until last weekend only because I wanted it to be special. I might be pregnant with your child. I almost want to be. I love you more than any girl has ever loved a boy." It sounds so nice in my head. I should say it. What if I scare him? I don't want to. I love him and he loves me and that's all that needs to be felt even if I can't say it so clearly.

The carriage shuddered to a halt. The smell of essences and magic filled their noses. They had arrived.

"The threstrals stopped. I guess we're here," Ron said offering his hand to Hermione as he exited the carriage.

"Where exactly is here?" Hermione placed hers in his.

"Chez Wizard, Madame," spoke the doorman in a fake but very well practiced accent. "Ze best French restaurant in all of ze United Kingdom." He motioned the couple through the open doors.

"Oh my... It is amazing." There is no way you can afford this Ron. I can't believe that you did this. It is the most gorgeous place I have ever seen And it was amazing. The high ceiling was alive. Trellises of grapevines covered the whole thing except for a circular glass dome in the center that punched up into the heavens. The walls were old stucco with artwork, plants and amazing lights that floated about three inches away from the wall itself. The tables we all handmade with roses, grapes and so many other designs in the actual wood itself. Violinists strolled, serenading swooning lovers; waiters carried immaculate and intricate drinks to suit-clad business wizards and the beautiful people sipped expensive red and whites.

"And so are you."

Ron walked up to the hostess and said, "Weasley for two."

"Yes. Mr. Weasley. Your table will be ready in a few moments."

"Thank you." Ron returned to Hermione. He stood behind her,laced his fingers around her middle and rested his head atop hers.

"Ron. You really know how to make me feel like the most important girl in the world." She said tilting up and trying to get a look at his face.

"You are."

"Excuse me, Monsieur, Madame. Your table is ready. Follow me. This way." The waiter bobbed between and around tables of happy people. "Ah, here we are," the waiter said, resting the two menus on either side of the table.

Ron pulled out the chair on the left side and offered it to Hermione. "Thank you."

"No problem, babe."

"I can't believe it has been two years since we started dating. I just can't believe it," she confessedmore to herself. "Don't get me wrong. Two very happy years," she added noticing the concerned look on Ron's face.

"Yeah. Its so weird how we went from fighting a mountain troll to fighting over a rat, well animagi, to a two-year anniversary. I don't know how we went all those years alone," Ron commented.

"You had Padma sort of and ...well... I wasn't alone. I had Viktor," she remarked.

"You just couldn't leave it, could you? You had to bring up Krum. You always bring up Krum and you are always correcting me," Ron replied pissily.

"Ronald, you were wrong. Get over it. I was just adding to the conversation. And do you always have to be so touchy about Viktor. We dated and then we broke up. That was it and you know it full well," she hissed at him in hushed tones as not to attract attention.

"Hermione, I don't get you sometimes. You really push my buttons," he matched leaning in so that even if he couldn't be loud he could still be menacing.

"If I bother you so much then why would you take me out?"

"I don't know."

"I'm leaving!" She stood up, slammed the chair backwards, snatched her purse and stormed out of the restaurant.

"Hermione! Come back here... Ooofff... Excuse me ma'am. I didn't mean to ... oh sorry sir." Ron hurried after her but was too late. She probably already got a cab back to the school. Damn. Why did I get so pissed off?

THE END

Author's Ending Note:

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Cydni