Late. She was late. For the first time her her young life, she, Hermione Granger, was late to work. She noticed it the second she woke up in the morning. It was too calm, too peaceful, too blissfully sunny outside and she found that she didn't want to stay in bed all day.
Something was definitely wrong.
She shot up from her bed and looked around, frantically clawing for her alarm clock, not bothering to notice the large log she now has draped her body over.
"Oi!" came a gruff voice from under the covers, scratchy and disheveled from sleep and surprise. Hermiome couldn't help but smile hearing the voice of her fiancé. She glowed at the word. Fiancé. They were engaged. Getting married. Spending the rest of their lives together. In her moment of bliss, she stupidly let her mind wander back to the night before, where he had gotten on one knee after some very long and quite adorable few moments of word fumbling. And then, that was it. Of course she said yes. She's been wanting it so long she practically would've asked Ron herself if she wasn't scared of hurting his pride. Or him saying he doesn't want to marry her, that they're not ready for that kind of a commitment, then where would she be? But he did think they were ready, and Hermiome couldn't believe how happy it made her feel. Like she was complete. Like they were complete.
They contemplated telling their friends and families about the news, but that quickly flew to the backs of each of their minds as more...important duties came into view. She tried not to think about it, because that would just leave her even more lightheaded than before. Oh, who is she kidding. Afterwards, they had incredible, mind-blowing sex. The best ever, because this time it wasn't just lust driving them (even if that was a good contributing factor.) But that particular shag was the best because of all the love that just seemed to explode out if them, like a happiness bomb and been placed in their stomachs and it just detonated, blowing up everything in its path with their ecstasy. The best night of her life, all because of him. Because he wanted to be hers. All hers. And bloody hell, she was never letting him go.
She was imagining just how handsome he would in a suit and tie as she walked down the isle, then how great it would be to rip it off him that very same night...when she was interrupted by the calling of her own name. "Hermiome? Hermione! Hermioneee!"
That snapped her back into reality. She snuck a look at her clock and panic filled her body as she jumped out of bed and scrambled into the bathroom, collecting her necessities along the way. Ron finally sat up in bed and watched her, a dazed but amused look on his face. "You seem stressed," he pointed out.
Hermione had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. took up too much time. "Very well spotted Ron."
Ron smirked. That damn smirk that made her want to forget work and stay there all day. "Why?"
Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts. "I'm late," she admitted, before continuing her race across the room.
She saw Ron glance at the clock before looking back at her with an almost shy expression. "Sorry love," he said, "I guess I didn't account for last night's...activities to have such a buildup." His look was now mingled with a dreamy expression, no doubt going through the same thoughts and memories she did just a few minutes ago.
"Of course," she thought, "he doesn't have work today." It made her smile, him thinking to calculate the proposal to make sure it didn't cause an issue with his job, but he naturally forgot to account for Hermione's work schedule. It was so absent-minded and stupid and so perfectly Ron. She didn't respond as she continued to pick up her things, haphazardly throwing a towel across her shoulder. "Inreally am sorry," he said sheepishly to her back.
Hermione turned back towards him, her arms now full with clothes, towels, and hair brushes. was he...guilty? She immediately started to feel ashamed for making him think that it was unkind of him to propose at such an inconvenient time. She would be late every day of her life if it meant she got to spend all of those days with Ron by her side. She dropped all the items she was holding in a haste, crossed the room until she was right in front of him, pulled him down by his neck, and kissed him with everything she could. It didn't take long for him to respond, not hesitating before wrapping his arms around her waist, tangling one of his hands in her hair. after who knows how long, they broke apart, both smiling giddily.
"Not that i'm upset or anything," Ron started with a grin, "but what was that for again?"
She still had his arms around his neck and started playing with the red locks and his nape when she said, "to make sure you don't feel guilty for making the best damn choice in your life. That night was so much better than getting to work on time. I'd be late every day if that means we get to be together," restating her earlier thoughts.
He seemed to be glowing. "I love you hermione. So much."
Even though he had said it a thousand times over, the words still made her deliriously happy. "I love you too ron. I can't wait to marry you."
She brought him close and kissed him again, not really caring that at this point she'd be lucky to get to work by lunchtime. Oh well. She had a feeling this is how a lot of things would go from now on. Both of them too occupied with each other to get anything done. And the feeling sent a spark through her like electricity.