For Longer Than Forever: Ch. 13:
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Molly was sitting in her chair, in front of the fireplace when Ron and Hermione Flooed in, kissing. She had just been thinking about how badly she had acted when Ron showed up, and was trying not to cry shortly before, and she was relieved to see them show up.
"Hello, Ron, Hermione!" Molly said, cheerfully, hugging Hermione tightly.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley..." Hermione said, stunned that she wasn't shouting. "You did tell her I'm not pregnant, didn't you?" Hermione whispered in Ron's ear.
"Yes. I'm sure I did," Ron whispered back.
"How have you been, honey?" Mrs. Weasley asked her.
"I've been great!" Hermione exclaimed, taking her chance to prove it to Mrs. Weasley. "Ever since your son asked me to be his girlf--wife."
"Have you forgotten already?" Ron joked.
"No," Hermione said, acting offended. "I could never forget."
Molly looked at Hermione, scrutinizing her every move: Hermione was most definitely in love with Ron. She was certain of that fact. Hermione and Ron were now bickering about Ron being the forgetful one, and that Hermione doesn't forget anything, just like a married couple. Hermione looked as if she was glad that they were fighting. She smiled in spite of herself and said, "Hermione, you look beautiful. You're positively glowing."
Hermione looked worriedly at Ron, but said, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. How has your week been?"
"Just fine. It's been pretty good, actually, gaining a new daughter and all," Molly said, giving Hermione a big hug. "Truthfully, I've always thought of you as my daughter, anyway. This just makes it official."
Hermione's eyes were suddenly moist at this comment. "You have always been my second mother, Mrs. Weasley."
Ron smiled at his mother and soon-to-be wife bonding. He thought about leaving them alone when his mother told him, "Your father is in the kitchen, Ron. He would like to talk to you." Ron walked into the kitchen and saw his father, smiling at him.
"You really are perfect for each other," Arthur said. "You keep each other in line."
"Yeah, she's wonderful, isn't she?" Ron said, with a faraway look on his face.
Arthur laughed, "You are one of the few who knows how great she really is. You understand her, more than anybody else does, more than she probably understands herself."
"Sometimes I feel like there's a part of me missing when I'm not with her. She has taken something she can't give back and I wouldn't want it back even if I could have it. She has my heart, and my love. The irony is, if I had chosen if I would love her or not, when I met her, I would have chosen not to. But now, she's the person I love most, she is my escape from my fears," Ron said, then he rolled his eyes. "I've just said a bunch of clichés."
"Yes," Arthur said, "but they came from the heart. That's all that matters."
"Ro-on!" Hermione called. "Are you ready to go?!"
"She really likes to keep you in line," Arthur said, laughing. Ron laughed, too, and said, "Coming, darling!"
When he walked in, he asked her, "Did you tell her when we've decided?"
"Oh! Mrs.Weasley--"
"Mum, dear."
"Oh well, Mum...We've decided when we want to get married: December 10th."
"Sounds wonderfully romantic."
"That's what we said," Ron said.
"Well, we'll have to get her a dress and flowers, and--"
"Err... Mum?" Ron said. "We don't want anything huge. Something simple."
"Oh, well then... If that's what you want--"
"It is," Hermione said quickly. "But I wouldn't mind the dress or Ron's suit," She whispered in Molly's ear.
"Sure, dear. That will be just fine," Molly said, almost laughing at the comment.
"It's always been my dream to walk down the aisle in a beautiful, flowing, white dress to Ron in a suit," Hermione admitted, blushing.
"Yes, dear. It's your wedding day," She said, laughing. Hermione smiled, almost dreamily, and grasped Ron's hand. "Are you ready to go?" she asked him.
"Yeah..." Ron said, looking at Hermione oddly.
"What?" Hermione asked. "Is there something wrong?"
"No. Let's go."
She pulled him towards the fireplace, and threw the powder into the fire, saying, "Hogwarts, Gryffindor Common Room!"
A/N: Thanks to my music teacher, Ms. Hess. No matter what teacher I have at school, she will always my music teacher. I love her to death, and she really is a role model of mine. She inspires me to sing better, and use my music to the best of my abilities.
Also, thanks to David Arney for making me a real piano player, and not just a picker.
