All You Need Is Love

Chapter Four: All My Loving/P.S. I Love You

A/N: Another song mesh. No, I didn't include the repeats. Frankly, there are just too many to write a non-rambling plot. Enjoy!

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you.

Hermione stood by the door with her husband, cursing herself for convincing him to do this. "Follow your dreams," she had told him. Well, you see where that got you, old girl.

Truthfully, when she had said those words, she had known this day would come. She knew he would have to go to Auror training camp and leave her. But all the same, she wasn't sure how long she could go without him. The thought made tears well up in her eyes.

"Hey now," Ron said, squeezing her hands as his were entwined. "Don't do that. I'll be back. I promise." She closed her eyes and thought of his homecoming. She smiled. "That's my girl," he said, kissing her gently.

Tomorrow, I'll miss you.

He wrapped his arms around her. "I'll miss you terribly," she said.

He chuckled. "And you don't think I'll miss you?"

"You'll be busy."

Ron shook his head. "Not busy enough. Besides, you'll be busy with your case."

"It won't matter. I'll miss you."

"I'll have to go to bed at night without knowing if you're safe. I won't have my arms around you."

Hermione laughed. "You say that like it's the only thing you'll be missing at night."

"Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me?" he asked innocently, feigning shock.

"No. I'm thinking them for you."

Remember, I'll always be true.

Ron laughed. Hermione became quiet again. "I'll be back. I promise."

"You won't meet some sexy Auror over there?"

"Not unless you're counting Harry." Hermione giggled. "You're the only bird for me."

And then while I'm away, I'll write home every day and send all my loving to you.

"I'll write. You'll get sick of me, you'll hear so much."

Hermione shook her head. "That's not possible, love."

"Sure it is. You remember Hogwarts."

"I was faking it. I'll never get sick of you. You're stuck with me."

"Damn. And I was hoping for a quick marriage." He smiled, being serious now. "I hope so."

I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing and hope that my dreams will come true.

"How am I supposed to go about things without you? Sleeping, waking, eating?"

"Pretend I'm there. Making my stupid little jokes and holding you tight. I'll have to pretend you're with me too."

And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday and I'll send all my loving to you. All my loving I will send to you. All my loving. Darling, I'll be true.

"It won't be the same," she said. "I'll miss talking to you."

"I'll write home. It'll have to do until I can see you again. I'll put in all my bad jokes you'd miss. Every single sickening detail of my day will be yours. You won't miss a thing."

All my loving, I will send to you. All my loving, darling, I'll be true. All my loving, all my loving, all my loving I will send to you.

Hermione smiled, but her heart wasn't in it. Ron could see the sadness. He kissed her again, long and hard and she could see the passion in his eyes as he pulled away. "I won't forget my promises. Or my vows to you. I love you entirely."

She nodded and buried herself in his chest. He held her for a few moments. "I love you too," she said quietly.

Ron smiled and pulled back. "I'll be back in a few weeks. Be careful."

She laughed. "Shouldn't I be saying that to you?"

"I suppose that would be more conventional, but frankly, I'm more worried about you."

She looked at him lovingly. "Don't worry about me. I know you have the family on shifts. They'll take care of me." Hermione had found this little tidbit of information two days ago. She had promptly cancelled their jobs and told them that she could take care of herself. It was decided to keep Ron happy that the last shift would be covered to look like they had been doing it.

Ron's eyes widened. "How did you—"

"Surely you know you can't keep a secret in this family."

"I do," he said, looking angered. "But I thought the little buggers could at least keep it from you until I was gone."

Hermione laughed, tipping her head back. "I think it's sweet, but honestly Ron. I can take care of myself."

"I'd feel more comfortable with skilled wizards on guard as well."

She opened her mouth to protest that she was a perfectly skilled witch, better than he. But it wouldn't do to fight with him now. "Alright, love. I'll be angry when you get back. Be safe."

"I'll try."

"Don't forget. Every sickening detail."

"I won't." He released her and stepped away, leaning to pick up his bags.

"Ron?"

He continued leaning. "Hmmm?"

"Don't forget to send your love."

He looked over his shoulder at her and dropped his bags. In two strides, he was in front of her. He plunged to her lips and kissed her passionately, his lips rubbing against hers lusciously as he said, "All my loving."

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She received the first letter two days later. She had been waiting by the kitchen window, knowing that it would arrive there. She opened it gingerly, saving everything that possessed his handwriting on it. She began to devour:

"As I write this letter, send my love to you, remember that I'll always be in love with you."

This first sentence was lovely. Words he reserved only for her. She imagined he must have written it at night, for she knew he would get the piss taken out of him by Harry if he was caught. As the image of writing by wand light came to mind, she held the letter to her chest, much in the same way she would a good book. A tear slipped down her face.

Treasure these few words 'til we're together. Send all my love forever.

She wiped her tears away and read the letter, almost hearing his voice speaking it. She smiled. He told her everything from the color of his socks to what he drank at dinner. And as she reached the end, she wished it could go on for longer.

"P.S. I love you."

His scrawl kept her company for the coming weeks. Keeping her laughing and crying. His comments rung in her head throughout the day.

I'll be coming home again to you, love. Until the day I do, love…

Some letters showed his frustration, others his humor, but her favorites showed his devotion. Whether it was to her, to the training, or to his teammates, Hermione loved to read his loyalty. It was a completely Ron thing that shined through. He wrote that he wanted to come home to her with fervor in almost every letter. He wanted that more than anything.

But he ended every letter with the same chorus, an anthem to her, which whispered in her ear.

"P.S. I love you."

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A/N: Damn. This turned to complete and utter crap. I shall HAVE to edit later.

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