After a long day at work with hair catching on fire and what not Hermione seemed to be exhausted after dinner she walked herself lazily down the hallway and into the professor's dormitories when she entered her own, she was surprised to see a dark shadow in the midst. Thinking it was Voldemort who had by any chance risen from the dead or some other crazy person who would apparate into her dormitory at 10:00 in the evening she had her wand at the ready. "Who are you?" She asked softly. "Electricus" she yelled. Before her slept a tall, broad shouldered, handsome and rugged, red head wearing a Weasley sweater and black dress pants. He was slouching in a red loveseat that sat next to Hermione's bed. "Ron," she whispered. She walked over to him and shook him. He awoke slowly, "Five more minutes mum, the spiders are on roller skates." She mumbled.

"Ronald Weasley I am not your mother now wake up." Hermione shook him once more this time his eyes opened and he smiled…then he didn't.

"Bloody hell 'mione, why are you always doing that?"

She laughed a little, "Still the same 'ole Ron." she sat on her bed.

"Sorry, I haven't slept in days." He said rubbing his eyes wearily.

"How did you get in here?" She asked ignoring him.

"Glad to see you too 'mione ." he said bitterly.

"Well we haven't kept in touch lately, I was starting to forget about you." She lied.

"Well I'm Sorry I don't have a felly tone 'mione."

"Telephone Ron, and have you ever heard of a letter, obviously you haven't because you would've written Me." she paused.

"I haven't had the time I've been busy."

"Really, Harry Dies and suddenly you don't even talk to me anymore; you don't write you don't even apparate until now, why now?"

"Because, well, because I'm getting married, and I want you to be my best mate."

Hermione's eyes widened, that one little sentence hit her straight in the heart, and she was speechless.

Ron saw her expression, looked her straight in the eye, "Hermione will you say something."

"Ma…Ma…Married." she stuttered.

He smiled, "Yes, and I want you to be my best mate, please do this for me 'mione."

"Why don't you ask your brothers?" she asked getting off the bed and moving towards her window. He followed and stood in back of her. "Because there's too many, I don't want to make either of them jealous, I know it would be weird attending my wedding but I need you there, come on 'mione please say you'll come." Hermione turned to face him, when she looked into his eyes they were so full of hope, and even sadness, she had forgotten that pact they had made before, and she suddenly felt the need to say yes. As much as she hated the thought of Ron marrying another woman, she wanted him to be happy. She suddenly had a change of heart, "I'll be there." She whispered. Ron's face lit up and he moved into hug her, wrapping his arms around her she inhaled the best scent she ever smelt. " Brilliant, it's in 2 weeks I'll need you to come a little early to get a fitting for your tux."

"Wait I'm wearing a tux?" she asked.

"Well sort of it's black and white at the top kind of tuxedo like and the bottom is a long skirt thing."

"I'll see you in a week then?"

Hermione smiled, "Yes."

"Bye Hermione."

"Good Bye Ron."