The Promise
Rating: PG-13 for Violence and possible language (yes, there will be death scenes!)
Couples:
Ron/Hermione
Harry/Ginny
Summary:
At Bill and Fleur's wedding, Ron finally gets the courage to confess his feelings to Hermione.
NOTE:
This story is Post-HBP. VERY FLUFFY! You've been warned.
After the wedding ceremony and Ron and Hermione's announcement, there was dancing. Harry and Ginny were dancing to the muggle music that Mr. Weasley had programmed. Ron and Hermione were eating from the buffet selection.
Everyone was having a really good time. Then a song from a group of muggle artists called the Monkees came on.
"Sometime in the morning… a simple thought, may occur to you…"
Ron stood up and outstretched his hand. "May I have this dance?"
Hermione smiled and took his hand. "My pleasure."
Ron led her to the dance floor and they swayed along to the music, their hands on each others arms and hips. As the song played, he realized how much it applied to them.
"Now…in her childlike eyes… you see the beauty there, you know it was always there, and you need no longer wear a disguise…"
Hermione laid her head on Ron's shoulder. Ron caressed her hair with his hand, laying his head upon hers. For once, he wasn't shy that everyone was watching them dance.
As the song ended, Ron kissed Hermione's hand, making her blush. Everyone was clapping until a loud crash erupted in the chapel. Ron and Hermione were blown to the corner of the room. When Ron came back to consciousness, he saw that Draco Malfoy had appeared in the chapel.
He turned to his right and saw that Hermione's arm was bleeding. He quickly took off his tie to bandage it. "Hermoine! Hermione! Stay with me, c'mon!"
Hermione opened her eyes and let Ron take her into his arms. "It hurts, Ron…"
"You shut up, you filthy little mudblood!"
Ron didn't have the heart to let go of Hermione so he spat at him from where he stood. "You shut up, Malfoy!"
Draco spied the ring on Hermione's hand. "So the Weasley's marrying a muggle-born. I guess that's the best you deserve."
Hermione tried to get up but cried out in pain and fell back. Ron whispered words of comfort to her as he held her gently. Harry stood in front of him and drew his wand.
"I've got a bone to pick with you, Malfoy!" There was fire in his eyes. Draco was smiling evilly. "Relax, Potter. I'll deal with you. But I want to get rid of some other scum first…"
He thrust his wand out and knocked Harry off his feet. Then he pointed his wand at Hermione. Ron stood up in front of her protectively. "You want her, you kill me first, Malfoy!"
"Ron, no!" Hermione was crying, both in love for Ron and in fear.
Ron turned to her. "I love you…" He whispered. He drew his wand. Draco drew his.
But before anyone could do anything, a blast came from elsewhere. It was Mr. Weasley.
"I'll deal with him, son, get Hermione to safety!" Ron complied, lifting Hermione in his arms (to everyone's great surprise) and lead her to somewhere safe.
"Hermione, I'll get you some help, okay?"
"Ron, please… it hurts."
He laid her down on a muggle couch and called for help. Some people came to his aid and bandaged Hermione's arm. Ron held Hermione's good hand as she squeezed. He kept kissing her hand, whispering to her. But he couldn't stop thinking about Harry and Draco. And his father. Were they okay?
"Hermione… it's time for me to go."
"Alright, Ron. But please…" She squeezed his hand once more. "Come back to me."
-END OF CHAPTER TWO-