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i started writing this awhole ago.. now its been a year, guess i've been really distracted with entering high school.. well didn't want to leave anyone whose still waiting for the epilogue hanging.. so here it is.
p.s. xexexexe are gonna be the breaks.. cause my usual ones aren't working in this new system..
well here goes guys.. this is the epilogue.. and then a flash to the future.. if i can think of something.
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Harry quizzically looks down at a pile of rags from the opening of the
Gryffindor Common room. The pile moves and a strand of brown hair can be
seen from under the black robes.
"Hermione?" Harry questions as he jumps down from the portrait hole,
landing beside the pile of black robes.
A head pokes out from the pile which undeniably belongs to Hermione,
arms emerge and she tackles down Harry with a hug.
"Ron!" Hermione cheerfully answers as she's throw her arms around the
wrong best friend.
"It's Harry."
Hermione drops her arms as she realizes her mistake and returns back to
the pile of robes, which one, unmistakenly was Ron's.
"Where's Ron?" She asks biting on her lower lip.
"I'm not sure," Harry pulls out a white envelope with Hermione's name
written in brown ink, "But he told me to give this to you."
"Thanks," Hermione grins as she suspiciously stares at Harry, waiting
for him to crack and spill the details.
Harry answers her mind, "All he told me was to give you this."
Harry got up from the spot Hermione tackled him to, and walked off to
the Great Hall for lunch.
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"Hermione,
I laid my eyes upon you during the ride to our first day at Hogwarts,
Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one.
Those were the first words out of your mouth that I had ever heard,
Through that bossy voice and bushy hair,
I saw the girl that I wanted to be head over heels for me,
Well in your case, you don't wear heels, so books I guess?
Hermione chuckled softly at Ron's silly misunderstanding-
I know I've bullied you a lot in the past,
But I promise you,
I'll never again and I'll pound anyone who does,
Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that this bet,
It means more to me than a kiss,
I want your heart (willingly of course)
Since you've had mine from day one.
Ron
P.S. Go down and get some lunch, another note is waiting."
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As a great big grin grew on her face, Hermione picked up the plain work robe
that Ron had left for Hermione's blanket and entered the Gryffindor entrance
with the password "Scribbulus Everchanging Inks".
This is it, this is the day I can feel it.
She could feel that something exciting was going to happen.
Hermione went up to her shared dormitory and was blasted with the shrieking of
seventh year Gryffindor girls the second she walked into the room.
"OHMYGOSH WHAT WERE YOU AND RON WEASLEY DOING IN FRONT OF THE FAT LADY?"
"He's such a cutie!"
"Sooo how long have you guys been going out?"
The girls crowded Hermione but she simply brushed them off -"Nothing. Yep.
We're not."- and continued her way to her bed. She gathered some clothes and
walked to the bathroom, slamming the door as the Gryffindors continued to ask
her a million questions about her and Ron which she didn't bother answering.
She let steamy hot water rinse away the day before, she has never felt bombarded
with so many feelings at the same time. Ron had finally confessed that he had
feelings for Hermione, she had already known but to have it in words was a
differen thing. She wished that the squeaky loud girls outside the door, and
probably soon everyone else, would just leave them alone so they could figure
it out first. She turned off the tap and sighed as she readied herself to be
attacked with questions.
The noise had stopped as if everyone had left, Hermione quickly got dressed and
rushed out the door but came to a quick stop at the door. About twenty girls had
gathered around her bed which was facing the bathroom and had all their eyes
staring at her.
"What?" She asked suspiciously, she slowly started to the door afraid that they
might all pounce on her.
"Nothing," All of them chirped and didn't move from their spot.
"Okay.." Hermione eyed each and everyone of them carefully as she tippied toed out
of the room. They continued to watch her every move but didn't say a word at all.
She had finally made it to the door, muttering a quick bye and booked out of
there. When the door shut, a blastering sound of girls, twenty-two to be exact,
could be heard from all Gryffindor dormitories and common room. Hermione not
bothering to go back and see what they were chatting about, left to the Great Hall
for lunch as Ron had recommended.
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"Hey Hermione!" Ginny happier than usually greeted, when Hermione took her seat
at the Gryffindor table.
"Hi Ginny," Hermione replied starting to get alittle scared of how everyone was
acting. She looked down at her plate, half expecting an awfully cute, cherry pie,
she reminisced of that not long ago memory of Ron's first and probably only
baking attempt.
Harry nor Ron weren't seen anywhere, Hermione helped herself to some toast with
butter, ignoring how unusual it was for both her close friends to miss a meal.
She finished her lunch and hopped up from her seat, "See you later Ginny,"
Ginny answered with a mouthful an unmistakably, "Bye Mione."
Hermione paced down the aisle between two tables before Ginny could finish her
food and realize she had to deliver a note.
"You forgot this," Ginny pushed a white envelope at Hermione.
"Thanks," she carried on with her path and had added a new little smirk.
"Hope you had a good lunch,
Take a school broom to the end of the Quidditch Pitch.
Be seeing you soon."
She rushed to the broom closet, dodging groups of students, and grabbed the first
broomstick she saw. Kicking off the ground, just the way Ron taught her, she was
airbound in a second and headed off to the farthest golden goal hoop. It was as
though she didn't want to think and just acted on impulse. Not even signing out a
broomstick like the normal Hermione would insist on doing. Then again she had
changed, ever since seeing Hogwarts from a broomstick, it was a much different
view of her second home.
During her flight, her thoughts were mainly on Ron and how their relationship had
grown ever since their first encounter on the Hogwarts Express. She smiled as she
thought of how Ron had looked with that black smudge on his nose. She didn't know
it then, too concentrated on schooling, she would be in love with that boy.
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She slowed her broom in front of a dark figure, she could barely make it out since
the sun was behind it. It was definitely Ron, but what was he doing? She could see
his body but he was either inside or in front of some type of barrel. As she took
small steps towards, the image became clearer.
Ron was in a barrel of grapes.
Sweat dripping down his forehead, pants rolled up to his ankles, and his bare feet
crushing the grapes under it.
He looks up to see Hermione approaching, with a huge smile plastered on his face,
"Would you care to join?"
A little embarassed, Hermione slighted nods as Ron stops to help Hermione up into
the barrel of grapes. She takes off her everyday black robes, revealing a tee and
a pair of jeans. Rolling up her pants, she starts squishing the green grapes
between her toes. The grapes ooze of juice as they break open under the two's
feet. Hermione looks at Ron and catches his eyes, she quickly turns away blushing.
They both continue crushing grapes until they're legs are aching and decide to
take a rest, they sit on the edge of the barrel.
Ron bends down and picks up an uncrushed grape, offering it to Hermione.
"Grape flavored toe jam courtesy of Ron? Uh, no thanks." Hermione jokes, looking
at the grape with a dirty look then laughing. Ron joins her.
They laugh for a moment, soaking in the days work, not wanting this moment to end.
Ron slides closer to Hermione, brushing his lips against his forehead, he feels
her eyelashes against his cheeks. She's his girl. Hermione closes her eyes, smelling Ron's slightly strong
scent mixed with the sweetness of the grapes, they weirdly fit together.
Just like them, Ron and Hermione were complete opposites but
fit together perfectly. They sit together, bodies slightly touching in an appealing, innocent way.
Ron whispers into Hermione's brown, bushy hair, "I love you."
It came out right, not awkward at all, unlike the times hes said those three words to other girls, meaninglessly.
He didn't stutter because he actually meant them.
They were naturally said, not forced at all.
"I love you too." Hermione whispered back into his red, fiery hair.
She's only said those words to her parents and at the occasional times that
they slipped out when she was really scared or relieved about Harry or Ron. When
she says them to her parents, she means them, but not really means them. They're
somewhat a mechanical thing, something you say just to make your parents happy.
Of course she loved her parents, but she never loved someone in another way.
Saying I love you to Ron, she wasn't just mimicking Ron but declaring that she
truly love hims. She always had, just never could get over their past. Until now.
"I'll feed you grapes and give you piggy back rides for the rest of your life,"
Ron shyly says as his eyes wander to the bottom of the barrel, "If you let me."
Hermione smiles, not knowing what to say but, "I'd love that."
Ron gets down on one knee, regardless of the mushy grapes on the ground, admiring
Hermione's beauty, nervously asks, "Wil you marry me?"
she tearfully answers, "Yes!" kissing Ron passionately. All the feelings she's
been holding in about Ron are finally released, as well as Ron's.
"Mmmm.." Hermione mumbles.
"Huh?" Ron confused.
She kisses him again, "Grapey." Ron smiles against her.
"Tired?" Ron asks as he looked down at their green stained feet.
"Yes."
"Get on," Ron offering his back.
She climbs onto his back, he hoists Hermione onto his back, stepping out of the
barrel. He steps away while leaving a trail of green grapes.
They kiss again.
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This was my original ending.. I'm not sure if I like the proposal in it.. probably
too early. But it will lead to my next chapter if I have one.. well here is the
epilogue.. it's been a really long time, sorry guys. review on the way out please.