A/N: this is just a short story I thought of, although it may later come to play in my other story, Hermione's 7 Proposals,and i wouldbe veryhappy if you read it. Anyhow…
Hermione POV
"Ron?" I sat down tentatively next to him on a sofa in the common room.
"Ya?" he looked up from the book (yes i know it's amazing, Ron was actually reading) he was reading.
"There's something I'd like to tell you." I was so nervous.
"What is it?" he is so sweet and willing to listen to me no matter what.
"Um…" we sat in silence for a while, staring into the fire. Ron started tapping my foot with his.
"Ron, could you stop doing that?" it's not that i didn't like it, i just didn't want anyone to see him flirting with me. After all, we weren't supposed to like each other.
"Only if you tell me what's on your mind." he continued tapping, so i ignored him.
"Remember in first year, when Harry showed you the mirror of Erised?"
"Ya. Why?" he was still tapping.
"What did you see in it?" he abruptly stopped what he was doing and looked at me. I looked back at him. Goodness, i love his eyes. He shifted so that he was facing me and sitting cross-legged on the couch.
"I saw me, as head boy and quidditch captain. How did you know about the mirror anyway?" I'm sure he expected me to say that I read it in a book or something.
"Dumbledore showed it to me." and he had. Not untill last week though.
"What did you see in it?" and I could hear him saying in his head, I saw me with beautiful hair and teeth surrounded by my two best friends and an enormus stack of homework.
"Before I tell you I want to show you something." I grabbed his hand and lead him out of the portrait hole and down a dark corridor.
"Hermione, won't Filch catch us?" I must say i was shocked that he didn't object to me holding his hand.
"No."
"And how do you know this?" he was skeptical.
"I put a sleeping potion in his dinner." so what if I had? I had a good reason to.
Ron was staring at me likeI had gone bonkers. "You WHAT?!"
We had arrived at the room of requirement and I opened the door, shoved Ron inside and closed the door behind us.
"Wow." Both Ron and I were breathless.EvenI hadn't imagined thatit would be this beautiful and perfect.There were gently glowing candles floating around the room, a fire burning slowly in the fireplace, and mistletoe in the doorway. Cushions were spread on the floor and there was a big armchair facing the fire. And most importantly, in the center of the room, was the mirror of Erised.
"You want me to look in the mirror again? But I already told you what I saw." Ron had let go of my hand and was walking towards the mirror, almost as if he were in a trance.
"Please just look once more." I begged. I needed to know if he saw what I did. And if he didn't, I don't know what i would do.
"Alright." Ron stepped in front of the mirror, "Hermione, you need to get out of the way, it doesn't work if there are two people."
"Ron, you are the only person looking in the mirror," I said stepping out form behind it.
"But I see you in the mirror." he seemed shocked. As if this ment that he could never be quidditch captain or head boy or ever amount to anything.
"And I see you." I stood next to Ron, and held his hand. He looked at me and the expression on his face changed.
In the reflection of the mirror, we were standing there, holding hands, but little children were running about around our feet. All of them with fiery red hair.
"Do you understand now?" I asked Ron. I looked at him. So sweet a person, and he loved me too.
"I believe I do." He turned to me, looked into my eyes and kissed me.
All I could do was kiss him back.
A/N: Did you like it? Was it mushy enough? Please review! And I'd really appreciate it if you'd read my other story too.