It took a month but they were finally able to sell their flat and start moving out. Within a week most of their furniture and other large belongings—thanks to Harry, George and Ron's father—had been transferred to the house. Now, it was Hermione's birthday—though she forbid Ron from getting her anything; she happy enough to be able to be in their new house—and the last day in the apartment.

Hermione and Ginny packed all the clothes and other small things still left while Mrs. Weasley kept James occupied and Harry and Ron went back and forth with boxes and did some unpacking in the new house. It is only when you move that you realize how much stuff you actually accumulate. It was nearly midnight by the time Ron and Hermione had completely emptied the flat, gotten all the furniture in the right room at the house and shooed everyone else home assuring them that they didn't need anymore help that night.

Ron collapsed onto the bed still fully dressed. Hermione however was still unpacking clothes into their closet. He closed his eyes and was just drifting to sleep when he was woken by a sniffle. 'She's crying again," He thought. Though he would never admit it to her, the whole overly-hormonal-due-to-pregnancy thing was beginning to get to him and he knew it would only get worse. He sat up; she was sitting cross-legged in front of the closet, a mound of black fabric on her lap and a small piece of parchment in her hand. He looked over her shoulder as she read it. The mound of fabric was what he wore to their wedding and on the parchment were the vows he'd written for her. He began to recount in his mind, as he read, that time when he stood there in front of everyone reading them to her.

"'Mione, I have loved you for as long as I can remember.

And I think I've been waiting for this moment just as long."

George may have said something at that point but Ron kept reading, ignoring the remark. Hermione was already crying.

"I think back at all the times I was so close to losing you,

And can't help but think how truly amazing it is to finally be standing here."

This was when Ron had even started to tear up.

"Because of you I have become a better person.

You have showed me and taught me so much;

You are an incredible woman;

And now after so many years of feeling inadequate,

After all we've been through; together,and with Harry…"

Ron had looked over at his best man as he said that; Harry was beaming. (Ron thought in retrospect, that Harry may have been happier than anyone else when that day finally came. He had been in the middle of so many an argument and, after all, who wouldn't want to see their two best friends finally get it together.)

"From that Troll at Hogwarts to, to that last Horcrux, to finally admitting my feelings for you.

I feel, now, that I am deserving of the fantastic things that have been offered to me.

After all these years, I—at last—feel worthy of you

You make my world more magical than any spell ever could.

I love you, Hermione, and always will."

As he finished reading, Ron could remember how happy he was and how proud of his life he finally was. He stood, once again feeling this combination of joy and pride to be in his new house with the love of his life. He took the parchment from Hermione's hand and pulled her up. He hugged her and she cried into his chest. "I can't believe I'm crying again."

"It's alright," He laughed a little and kissed her forehead.

"You are always making me cry," She said jokingly.

"Sorry?" He said sounding slightly annoyed and looking at her incredulously.

She broke away with a laugh and climbed into bed; he followed her. In a few minutes she was already falling asleep, Ron could tell by her slow steady breathing. He watched her; to him she seemed even more beautiful than she ever had. She already looked pregnant to him; she had a certain glow to her and he loved that.

"Bloody Hell, I nearly forgot!" He jumped out of bed.

"What?" Hermione sprang up. "Is something the matter?" She asked nervously.

"No! I got you something…" She opened her mouth but he stopped her. "Now I know you didn't want me to get you anything for your birthday…"

"Really, Ron I think just being in the house is enough of a present…"

"But, think of it as not actually being for your birthday…" She rolled her eyes at him. "Well, just…I'll be right back." He ran downstairs. She waited a few minutes but he was taking too long and sleep was once again beginning to her over.

She didn't hear him come back in the room so it surprised her when she felt his wait sink into the opposite side of the bed. She looked over at him, he was grinning but she just glared wanting very much to go to sleep. He pulled out a long black box from behind his back. She opened it and gasped. "Oh Ron is this..?"

"Yes, I found it while we were moving. And I've had it fixed; two of the stones needed to be replaced."

"Oh, I thought I'd never find it!" She said, a little teary, as she pulled her grandmothers antique diamond necklace from the box. Her grandmother had given it to her just days before she died and Hermione had worn it for their wedding as her 'something old'. She had since thought it had been lost for good. Also in the box was a dried little red rose, one of her favourite flowers. She held it up carefully, the dried petals were fragile. "Is this from…?"

"Our wedding? Yes." Ron looked thoroughly proud of himself. She smiled at him.

"I still told you not to get me anything," She said feigning anger.

"Oh, come on, 'Mione. It's nothing spectacular." Now, judging from her tone, he was expecting an argument. He could never tell when she was faking.

She suddenly reached over and kissed him. "I love you," she whispered into his mouth, a few of her tears fell onto his face. She buried her face in his chest.

He held her close to him and soon they were both asleep; happy in their new home.

Sorry this chapter took so long. I hate to make excuses we went on holiday for five days and on our last night I got food poisoning! So I'm really just feeling better after three days of being sick, well enough to finish up this chapter. I promise that the next chapter will not take so long. I hope you enjoyed this chapter—even though it's a little short—after waiting so long for it.

I'm debating as to whether I should change the rating of the story to 'T'. When I was originally planning the story I had intended it to get a little more…well…graphic and smutty. But now as I continue I think it would ruin the mood of the story I have created; passionate in a cute and romantic sort of way; more like an actual loving marriage and not a purely physical relationship. So if you're looking for a story of smut then I'm sorry, you won't find it here. Yes, there are to be two chapters where things may get a little more—let's say—'detailed', but it won't become what I would consider to be smut for smut's sake. So should I change the rating?

Again Sorry this chapter took so long.