A/N: Time for my semi-customary disclaimer: I don't own it!

This chapter is happy little flashback as relief from the depressing stuff I've written thus far. Though, it will be pretty much inconsequential to my plotline. I just felt bad about the constant angst. Also, writing this chapter means I have to contend with the end of book 6, which wasn't really something I was looking forward to doing, so kindly excuse me if my introduction is completely lacking.

It had been eight weeks since our sixth, and final year at Hogwarts had ended. We'd been with Harry every day since our departure. We had visited the Burrow, the Dursley's, and Godrick's Hollow all within the first three weeks.

Now the three of us were staying in a rather secluded neighborhood, in Nymphadora Tonks' old cottage, since she had been staying at Grimmauld Place full-time now that she and Remus Lupin were engaged. She had told us to stay as long as we pleased, and she had been quite certain we'd be more than safe while we stayed there.

It was strange really, despite everything we had all endured in the past year some things never seemed to change. I mentioned this to Ron in passing after our first week staying there and he pointed out I was correct, in such a way only Ron could, chuckling, "Yeah, 'Mione, you're still hopelessly drawn to your books." For a moment I wondered if he really had found what he'd said humorous, but then I brushed the thought aside as I slowly closed my book and sat it on the floor beside my chair. Ron looked worried for a moment, undoubtedly wondering if I was about to yell at him for poking fun at me.

But strangely enough, yelling at Ron hadn't even crossed my mind. I rose from my chair and walked the expanse of the room to where he was standing in front the sooty fireplace. He still looked apprehensive. I smiled for a moment, rather enjoying his facial expression. After a moment or so I simply wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest. He immediately enveloped me in his arms, pulling me closer to him.

"Dance with me?" I asked.

"Wh-What?" he bewilderedly questioned.

"C'mon, 'Won-Won'," I teased, "Just one dance?"

In typical Ron fashion, he became rather flustered, and I could just envision his ears turning bright red as he stuttered, "But there's no--Herm--That whole thing with Lav--" He stopped himself short, and I felt him take a deep breath before beginning again, though this time in more of a hushed tone, "Anything for you, Hermione."

And so we danced, both ignoring the fact there wasn't any music. Both of us entirely caught up in each other's arms. It was in that precise moment I knew. Well, perhaps not "knew" as much as "finally realized what I'd known, however subconsciously, all along." It was in that moment I finally was able to admit to myself that I was in love with Ronald Bilius Weasley.

Slowly I became vaguely aware we were no longer moving, though I couldn't be sure which of us had stopped first.

"Hermione?" he questioned quietly.

I answered with a dull, "Yeah?" as I moved my head from his chest to look up at his face. I knew my cheeks were flushed, though I hoped he wouldn't notice; after all, how would I even begin to explain any of this to him?

Ron's eyes met mine. I noticed they seemed entirely unreadable; it was usually so easy to decipher what he was thinking through his eyes. However, I wasn't left wondering for long. He brought up a hand and let his fingertips brush the hair out of my eyes, gently tucking it behind my left ear. And with that he bent down slightly and slowly brushed his lips across mine.

"Well, it's about bloody time." Harry called from the doorway. Ron and I both jumped apart at the sound of his voice, snapping our attention to the lanky raven-haired boy.

But Harry just grinned and threw a wink at Ron, seemingly unfazed that he had just walked in on something rather personal between Ron and me. He strode into the room and for one horrible moment I was sure he was going to settle himself on the dark green chair I had been lounging in only moments before. But instead he pulled me into a quick hug whispering, "I knew it, Herms. He'll take good care of you." He turned to Ron and simply clapped him on the shoulder, making no attempt to lower his voice as he boasted, "I told you she'd come around, mate. You really should've listened."

He left the room muttering something that sounded a lot like, "...don't think I know a thing about it. I'm the boy-who-lived for god's sake." And, "...enough life experience to fill three lives..." Though I'm relatively sure he had meant for us to hear him, and had only hoped we'd him humorous. It was quite plain he found himself humorous, anyway.

Ron grinned at me, "How about we try that again; though, this time, without any distractions."

And for once, I found I had no objection to one of his suggestions.

A/N: Apologies on this being so short. I'd say there really wasn't much to go with it, but it's mostly because I'm feeling exceptionally lazy. Regardless, I hope you all liked it. :)

Thanks to J-J7 for reviewing on the last chapter. You're, like, totally super :)

Oddly enough none of what I've put up this far is the central plot. I don't really like it when fics will introduce something tragic (like the death of a character) and then the main character gets over it within, seemingly, no time at all. I think it's mostly because I don't feel it's something I'd be able to get over so quickly, and I'd do lots of dwelling. But perhaps that's not normal, hm?

Nevertheless, chapter five will introduce my other main character. And then things might become a bit clearer, plot wise anyway.

Also, being the only child that I am, I'm a practiced beggar. Please, pleeaasseee review? Pretty please? It'd make me so happy. I'll even thank you & answer any questions you have. Promise. :)