Remembering:
I had always loved Ron. It was meant to be, I knew it. But how could bookish Hermione Granger and sarcastic Ron Weasley be paired? Not even I, with my brains, could answer that. Sure, we'd exchange a smile and a glance ever so often, but it was nothing like a kiss. It was a flirt. Nothing more or less.
I suppose my first realization of the fact that I loved Ron came in sixth year. I was only sixteen, that much was true, but I just…knew. And for once, I didn't need a book to tell me all I need to know. I got all my information from my heart. From me. I didn't think Ron would ever notice me. And, as time grew and we got older, I realized that we were slowly growing apart.
I hated the thought of this, and immediately tried to have "Casual Dates" With Ron every single time it was possible, but he had eyes for only one girl: Fleur Delacour. I had already fumed enough about Fleur kissing Ron in fourth year, so it wasn't hard for me to slap Fleur. I even remember the redness blossoming on her pale cheek. I had grinned, and winked at Ron. Which was so different from my normal know it all gestures that even I, the Hermione in question, could not believe it.
So I studied Ron from far away and close up. It was a magical day, that one day. Ron asked me to be his girlfriend, and I accepted. We dated for years, and then got married. I couldn't believe my luck. It was like I was floating on air. And we had children. So my life was perfect, complete, organized. Just the way I wanted it. And I remember these memories even now, as a great grandmother and wife. Life couldn't be better.
Authors Note: Short and fluffy….Hope ya liked it!
