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Worries and Wedlock

Later that Night.

Hermione couldn't sleep. She sat in a corner alone. She was the only one awake.

'Ron probably hates me right now,' she thought to herself.

She got up carefully, trying not to wake anyone, and left the cave. She wanted some fresh

air.

She stood outside and let the wind hit her. Her hair was flying in all directions.

"Let us all make it through this," she whispered.

Hermione heard footsteps, and spun around immediately, wand ready.

"Good God, put that thing down," Ron said.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Hermione asked. "Why are you here

anyway?"

"Gee, it's nice to see you too," Ron said sarcastically.

"I thought you were staying away from me," Hermione shot back.

"Well, I guess I'm not," Ron said, defeated.

"Oh."

"…Mione, why don't you want me here?" Ron finally asked.

"Because you should be with your family; mourning the death of your brother,"

Hermione said, more gently.

"You want me to do what you didn't let yourself do. I get that, and I appreciate it. But

you and I both know that's not the only reason… What did I do?"

"You told Harry to save me and not you."

"You know about that?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"How did you find out?"

"It doesn't matter," she whispered.

"What does this have to do with you not wanting me here?"

"You and me are going to be looking out for Harry. If anything goes wrong, Harry's

going to be there for me. Where does that leave you, huh?" she choked.

Ron smiled. "Who cares?" he said.

"I do, you idiot," she said, shoving him gently in the chest.

"Why do you care so much?" he asked with a grin.

"You're going to make me say it first, aren't you?" she asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ron said innocently.

"I care so much, because I just might love you."

"Mione, I just might love you too," he smiled.

"Then do me a favour and go home. Be safe, stay alive," she begged.

"Why do you think that something bad is going to happen to me?"

"You and I are the best way to get to Harry. We both have Harry's back. Harry also has

to watch out for himself. He has to defeat Voldemort. If something happens to me or you,

and Harry has to choose who to save, you already made him pick me. Don't you see how

dangerous this is for you?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm here because I want to be here. I'm not letting you two do this

alone. Plus, I don't really want to be away from you."

"Well I suppose you can take good enough care of yourself… If not, I'll just be watching

Harry and you. I've done it before. I just hope that none of us find ourselves in a situation

where we have to make tough choices, then," Hermione sniffed.

Ron stared at Hermione and smiled. The old Hermione was really back. The shine in her

eyes returned, so did her spirit and attitude.

"See, no worries."

"NO worries, my ass," she said, laughing a bit.

Ron leaned down and kissed her.

Hermione smiled when it was over.

"This is right. We're right," she said.

"Yeah, we are."

"Wow, there's something we agree on," Hermione laughed.

"That does happen from time to time," Ron joked.

"It would be nice to stay here like this, but we've got to head back to reality, right?"

"Unfortunately."

"But we'll all make it through," Hermione said, trying to reassure herself.

"I don't want to freak you out or anything-"

"If you don't want to freak anyone out, I suggest that you find a new way to start your

sentence," Hermione said.

Ron laughed. "When the war is done, I'm going to marry you."

"Oh you are, are you?" Hermione grinned.

Ron just nodded.

"You have come a long way, Ron Weasley," Hermione laughed.

Ron shrugged.

"What happens if I say no, ruin your plan?" Hermione smirked.

"You won't say no."

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Because you want me."

"Aren't you the cocky one," she commented.

"No, I just remember a conversation we had on the night of my brother's wedding," he

grinned.

"When the war is over, then," Hermione said, smiling. "We should head back inside," she

said, turning to leave.

"Mione."

"Yeah, Ron?"

"I'll be good for you, I promise," he said seriously.

"You already are good for me."