The next few days, Hermione completely avoided Ron. Whenever Ron would go to his and Hermione's room, she would either walk out or apparate to the burrow. Finally, a week after that night, Ron plucked up the courage to confront Hermione about it.

"Mione." Ron asked.

"Ron, I would like to talk, but I'm on my way to the library." Hermione answered just as she was about to apparate out of the flat.

"Hermione, don't." Ron started, causing Hermione to stop in her tracks.

"What did you say?" Hermione asked, offended.

"Well, you've been avoiding me and I think we should talk about what happened and all." Ron pleaded.

"Fine, talk."

"Well, erm…"

"If that's all you have to say, I'm going to leave now."

"No, Mione! It's…" He sighed. "I don't know… maybe we went too…"

"Fast? You think that the other night was too fast? Ha!" Hermione yelled. "Listen here, not only was it too fast, it was too far! We haven't even spoken about what happened seven years ago, Ron. Maybe we shouldn't have agreed to get back together!"

"No, Mione. We didn't talk about that night seven years ago. And, yes it was too fast and yes maybe a little too far. But, I do not regret getting back together with you."

"Ron, I…"

"Maybe you regret it because you think I never loved you or that all I wanted was sex. But, baby, I do love you and yeah, sex is a plus, that's not all I want, though. All I want is you. You, Hermione, the girl I fell in love with when I was just 11 years old. The girl I knew that I would marry, someday. The girl I've always dreamed about. I would never regret loving you. Maybe you do because of what happened all those years ago and that night, but tell me why so that I'll fix it."

"No, Ron. You don't understand. See, I thought up that accusation about you cheating to hide the real reason why I did it. And yeah, I do regret that night, Ronald. But, I could never regret loving you as much as I do. I've loved you since I was 11 years old, myself. But, you'll never know why I did it."

"Why?" Ron pressed.

"You won't understand! And you'll be mad for me not telling you!" Hermione yelled, apparating to the burrow, with Ron hot on her heals.

"No, Mione, I may not understand! But' I'd like to if you'd just fucking tell me!" Ron screamed at the tops of his lungs after he caught up to Hermione.

"Watch your language, Ronald!" Hermione screamed.

"No, Hermione I will not watch my language! You're not my bloody mother! Just tell me why so that it won't consume me for the rest of my life!"

"That's just it, Ron!"

"What is?" Ron yelled.

"That!" Hermione hissed. "I was supposed to be a mother seven years ago!"

"What?" Ron softened. "What do you mean, Mione?"

"That… that day at the lake… was the night I got pregnant. I… I… See, when I tried to kill myself, I had just found out that… I had a miscarriage." Hermione broke down. "I've been hiding it and holding it in for so long. I wanted nothing more than to grow up, get married and have a few kids with you, Ron. That was the night I was going to tell you, and before we went out, I had to go to the bathroom, remember. And then I did and I found out." Hermione cried. "I had a miscarriage… I lost that baby. I hated myself for that… So, when I locked myself up in my room, I decided that I would die. I wanted to punish myself for losing that baby." Hermione choked as Ron shook himself from his shock and ran to Hermione to hold her.

"I… I… I'm so sorry, Ron. I should've told you… I should have told you…" Hermione whispered. "Do you hate me for losing the baby… for not telling you until now? Because I'm so so sorry, Ron, I should've…"

"No, no… Shh, it's ok. It's ok. I don't hate you. Baby, I could never hate you. Never. I only wish that you told me that night instead of now so that you didn't go through it alone."

"Tell me, why do you think the other night was a mistake?" Ron asked, softly.

"Because if I'm pregnant, I might lose this baby, too." Hermione told him, barely audible.

"No, love, sometimes these things just happen. Maybe this time, you won't lose the baby. Not all pregnancies were supposed meant to be." Ron whispered, tears in his eyes.

"What makes you so sure that I won't lose this one, if I'm pregnant?" Hermione asked.

"Because, this one's gonna be a fighter, I know it." Ron reassured her. "Come on, let's go home. I'll get you anything you want. And in a few weeks, we'll go to St. Mungo's to see if you're pregnant. And if you are, we'll go on continuous check ups until you give birth. We'll take all the precautions. I promise, this one will live."

"No, can we just stay here, I think I'd like to speak to your Mum about it. I'll feel a bit better speaking to her since she had all you guys, especially, since it's off my chest."

"Ok, sure, if that's what you want."

"Ron?"

"Hmm?"

"When did you become such a grown up?" Hermione cooed.

"When I almost lost you." Ron whispered, softly in her ear as he held her close.

"I'm sorry about that, too."

"Hey, we should get home, I don't think Mum or anyone's here right now."

Hermione nodded in approval at this strong man in front of her. Hermione never knew that he was so strong until the final battle, the night she almost died, and this night. It seemed as if, he grew stronger with each hit that life threw at them. And to Hermione, he never seemed so amazing before.

"Why do you love me?" Hermione asked as they reappeared in their bedroom.

"You don't know why?" Ron asked.

"Nope, why don't you enlighten me?"

"Alright… well, you were the smartest witch Hogwarts had seen in years, you are the most beautiful, kind hearted woman I've ever met, next to Mum of course. You have the cutest look on your face when you're thinking deeply, your smile lightens up any room, and you love me." Ron finished.

"What makes you think that?" Hermione teased.

"You always stood by me, no matter what. Why do you love me, Hermione Granger?"

"Well… hmm come to think of it, I don't know. Maybe it's the way you always stood up for me in school, or how you seemed to freak whenever a qudditch match was near, maybe it was how you had this cute look whenever you are confused, or the way your ears turn bright red when you're embarrassed, maybe it was the red hair and freckles or the fact that you have loved me since we were children."

"I love you, Hermione Granger. And everything you represent."

"Really, because I love you, Ronald Weasley and everything that you represent. Laziness and all!" Hermione smiled. "And thank you for earlier."

"Hey, don't mention it. I love you, don't I? And I'll always be there for you. No matter what." Ron told her.

That night as the two were getting ready to go to sleep, Ron had a thought occur to him. It wasn't the first time that this thought occurred, either. Actually, he always had this thought since the first day he met Hermione. And now, he thought he might just ask it.

"Mione, are you still awake." Ron asked into the darkness.

"Mmmhmm." Hermione answered. "What is it?"

"You wanna get married, someday?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Ok, well…"

"Yeah?"

"Will you marry me, Hermione?"

Hermione snapped up and looked down at Ron's figure and kissed him. "Yes, Ron, I will marry you. I've always wanted to…Oh, Ron, did I ever tell you how amazing you are?" Hermione asked as she sat on top of him.

"No, you haven't. But, if you're going to kiss me like that and get on me, I might just have to keep doing amazing stuff for you to tell me that." Ron joked.

"Oh, Ron." Hermione sighed as he kissed her. "Can we stay like this forever?" Hermione asked.

"That would be amazing if we could." Ron answered. "But, I'm afraid that we have to grow old."

"At least we'll be together." Ron whispered as he kissed Hermione goodnight and held her close.

"I love you." Hermione whispered.

"I love you, too, Mione."