A/N: It has been forever since I really posted chapters. This is the last one I've gotten done for this story. It is really short. I think this is the only story I started and just never finished it so after this the style will completely change. I do not own JL Rowling's characters or her story. Hope you guys enjoy and like my original character I put into the story just for the fun of it.

Hermione walked Ron slowly down the almost empty muggle street and towards one of her favorite Italian places her parents took her. They'd always get her all dressed up and take her to the place and she'd grown to fall in love with love with the place. She stopped Ron now that they where just outside in front of it. "What do you think?" she asked quietly as she looked at Ron's amazed expression he had on his face.

"This place looks really nice Hermione."

"I know. It's my favorite muggle place," Hermione purred into Ron's ear and making him shiver. "And the food is very good. Plus, it's perfect place to spend time all alone."

Ron balanced the crutches under his arms to hold himself up as he pulled Hermione into a hug which made his crutches fall anyways. Hermione of course held him up with all she had. "Sorry," he muttered to her as she struggled to keep him standing up.

"It's alright. You just wanted me close to you," Hermione said as she put Ron's hands on her shoulders then started to kneel in front of him. "Put your weight on my shoulders to balance yourself while I pick your crutches up."

"But Hermione."

"Do it Ron. It won't hurt me, I promise."

Ron sighed as he did what he was told to by Hermione then started to pick up his crutches. As she handed him the first one he quickly put it under his arm and then put his weight on the one crutch. He watched her grab the other one then stand up and hand it to him nicely. "Thanks," he said as he gave her his famous Weasley smile then putting the other crutch under his arm.

Hermione could feel her knees weak as she saw that Weasley smile: her favorite smile he always gave her. "It was no problem," she said calmly then heading towards the door of the restraint.

"Hermione…"

Hermione stopped and turned her attention back to Ron. "Yes Ronnie?" she asked him quietly.

"Go ahead and get us a table. I need to do something," Ron told her and giving her a sweet smile. "I don't need any help, I promise."

"Okay, I guess," Hermione said with a small shrug then going inside. She would just have to trust Ron. The waiter took her to a booth table and she settled down in her seat. She knew Ron could prop his let up on her seat since his legs where long enough to reach over there.

She sat there and looked over the menu quietly until someone slid in across from her making her jump. She looked up to find her muggle friend Brageta sitting there. "Brageta! How are you?"

Brageta had long tied up brown hair and wonderful blue eyes. "Hey Hermione. I've been alright. My mum died one night while she was out. Have you heard though? The prime minister claims there is a war going on between witches and wizards. I say that's a lie though."

"The prime minister is right though. There is a war going on between them and they can't hide it anymore," Hermione whispered as she looked at her friend. "I'm sorry about your mum though."

So, now Voldemort's killing muggles now.

"You actually believe the minister?"

"Well, yeah, he's the minister after all."

"I suppose."

"Made it Hermione," Ron said as he made his way to the table then seeing Brageta. "Errr… 'ello," he said softly then looking at Hermione curiously.

Hermione chuckled lightly. "Ron, this is my friend Brageta. She lives near my house," she told Ron then looking at Brageta. "And Brageta, this is my boyfriend Ron. He goes to that school I go to each year."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yes, boyfriend."

"Oh," Brageta said quietly and then sliding out of the seat. "I should leave you to your date then," she said softly then walking over to Hermione. "Lucky! He's so hot but I'll let you keep him," she whispered to Hermione.

Hermione chuckled lightly. "Good because Ron's all mine," she said through her light chuckles.

Brageta shook her head and walked off leaving Hermione and Ron alone.

Ron took his crutched out from under his arms then slid in. He put his leg up on Hermione's seat, perfectly reaching it, and then slid his crutches under him. "So… wondering where I could've possibly gone?"

"Well yeah! But you seemed to know what you where doing so I let you go," Hermione said as she tool to stroking Ron's broken leg lightly with her fingers.

"I did," Ron told her as he moaned lightly to let her know he was enjoying her stroking his leg. It was light enough that it didn't pain him but hard enough so he could feel it. "So, I got you something."

"But why? How? With what money?"

"I wanted to but with what money is a secret," Ron told her then sliding a velvet box across the table to her. "Open it up and take a look."

Hermione carefully took the box in her hands and opened it to find a small but yet nice ring. "Ron-"

"It's to show that you're my 'Mione. It isn't an engagement ring, I promise. Plus, I also put some magic on it so when ever I'm in danger you'll know or if you are in danger then it will also warn you," Ron told Hermione softly before she could finish what she was saying. "It's old magic. My father taught my brothers and me. It may be old magic but it's very strong and really works."

Hermione smiled lightly as she slipped it onto her right finger. "Good, that makes me feel a little better. One thing, how will I know and be able to tell the difference" she asked softly as she looked at Ron. "Also, I was going to say it is a beautiful ring."

Ron smiled as he took her hand with his own. "If I'm in danger the diamond will change to blue and if you are in danger then it will turn pink. It will light up to get your attention so you won't always have to check up on it."

Hermione gave Ron's hand a small squeeze. "That makes me feel a lot better," she whispered and then opening the menu. "Come on lets order out food."