Chapter Eight
A/N: If Harry Potter were mine, you'd know it, but alas, he isn't. To the people who reviewed my story, sorry for having such short chapters, I am sorry but I find it very difficult to write long chapters. I prefer to keep them short and to the point. Thanks for letting me know how much you liked it; I appreciate the praise, especially since I am currently failing math –mutters darkly about how math should die a very painful death along with Harry/Hermione stories-. The point is you are all awesome! –Gives virtual hug- Love you all! Enjoy the chapter!
A few weeks later, Ron still couldn't believe his luck. He had kissed the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts, and she had agreed to be his girlfriend. It seemed almost unreal, and the only thing that kept Ron from believing that it had been a dream was the way Hermione smiled at him, a smile full of warmth and love.
In the midst of lessons and a lot of snogging, the time flew by. On September 19, Ron woke and realized that it was a very important day: Hermione's birthday. He began searching frantically for the gift he had gotten her a few days before. At last he found it nestled in a corner in the bottom of his trunk, and he stuffed it in his pocket as he dressed hurriedly. Ron grabbed his bag and ran down to the common room, where he found Hermione in the same armchair he had been sitting in a few weeks before, the night that they kissed. He snuck up behind her and covered her eyes.
"Guess who."
Hermione giggled and pushed his hands off.
"Happy Birthday, love," Ron said. There was a gleam in her eyes that could only have meant pure happiness.
She giggled again and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. After a minute he broke the kiss and took her hand, and together they went down to breakfast.
The rest of the day passed without incident until 6:00, when tapping on the window shook Hermione out of the trance that she always went into while studying. It was Pigwidgeon. Hermione practically leapt off her bed to throw open the window, grab the tiny owl, tear the letter of its leg, and throw it back out into the night. She threw herself back down on the bed and opened the letter.
My 'Mione,
Meet me in the common room at 6:30. I have something special for you.
Love,
Ron
She grinned at Ron's untidy scrawl and glanced at her watch. It was 6:05. She grinned again. That was enough time to...clean up a little...
Half an hour later, Hermione made her way down the stairs and saw Ron sitting in their special armchair staring into the fire. She came over sat in his lap.
"Hello, love." Ron said.
Hermione only giggled.
Ron reached into his pocket, pulled out a long black box and handed it to her. She opened it and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. It was a gold heart locket. She opened it and saw on one side a picture of Ron and herself, smiling at each other and waving.
She looked up into Ron's face. Unable to think of anything appropriate to say, she kissed him. After a moment he pulled away and said, "Look on the other side, love."
Hermione looked. A tiny inscription read, "I'll love you forever, my 'Mione." Once again speechless, she kissed him again and he pulled her closer.
"I mean it, Hermione. I've finally got you and I will never, ever let you go," he said. And they kissed again.