Four Words (Hermione)
Author's Note: Originally published on October 5, 2008
I knew I needed to tell him before I left for a year, even though we both felt it in our hearts.
It had been an exhausting summer. I couldn't count the number of tears I had shed. Throughout it all, he had been by my side. The funerals had been particularly devastating, and I tried my best to soothe his pain when we buried his brother.
He insisted on coming to Australia. He cared for me and comforted me during times of uncertainty and fear while searching for my parents. I wouldn't have been able to do it without him.
We helped to rebuild the place that had provided me with everything. It had welcomed me into a brand new world and had given me knowledge, memories, friendship, and most importantly, love.
Things were going to change again in the morning. I was so proud that he decided to help George in his time of need. Going back to school was something I needed to do, but I was going to miss the lopsided grin which greeted me every morning.
I knew the moment had arrived. We were curled up together in front of the fire at the Burrow. He held me close and I buried my head in his chest. I couldn't remember a time when I felt more cozy. I could feel his heart racing. He had a look of complete adoration on his face as leaned down and gently kissed me. My breath stopped as he whispered the four words I had been waiting to hear forever.
I gave him the smile which I reserved for him.
"I love you, Ron."