Ron's POV

CHAPTER SIX

I don't need anything else but you're love

Nothing but you means a thing to me

I'm incomplete

When you're not there

Holding me

Touching me

I swear

All of the rest could just disappear

And I wouldn't even care

As long as you're there

Ten years later…

The fire burned silently in our little hearth. I leaned back into the soft velvet of our scarlet couch and sighed.

I slowly turned my head, and looked at my wife, Hermione Granger-Weasley, preparing our dinner. It was the first time she would be preparing dinner in months, and she was quite enjoying it. She was never truly fond of cooking, but after having me as a chef for two months, she had missed cooking.

Our boy, Hugo Weasley was just born two months ago, and Hermione spent most of her time tending to him.

So I had to cook.

Poor Rosie, I don't think she's ever going to be able to eat porridge ever again.

Rose was at the Potter's tonight, and Hugo, was sound asleep in the nursery.

It would just be me and her tonight.

I watched intently as Hermione slowly chopped the onions, humming a little tune at the same time.

I smiled to myself and looked back at the fire.

I received a letter yesterday, from the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. There was going to be a celebration next week.

It's the ten year anniversary of the Second Wizarding War, and Harry, Hermione, and I were to head the celebrations.

They had asked us to make our own little speeches, and share our experiences during the war.

Hermione had already started hers, and Harry would just make one up on the spot, he was good at that. But me, I needed time to think.

In all honesty, I didn't like thinking of the war much. So many lives lost, so many people injured. It wasn't a memory that I enjoyed rewinding over and over again.

But there are three things that always stay in my mind when I think of that war:

1) When Fred died.

2) When we kissed.

3) When Hermione destroyed the Horcrux.

I don't really understand why, but at that very moment, when she destroyed the Horcrux. I was confused. The horcrux was different; it didn't fill the entire room with smoke and show Hermione her greatest fears like the locket did to me. In fact, it didn't do anything. It just sort of disappeared.

And I was actually quite disappointed; I wanted to see what Hermione feared.

And if any of her fears involved me.

When we got the letter, I asked Harry why the locket was so cruel to me. And he just answered this:

"Did it ever occur to you that, that maybe the thing she most feared, didn't need to be feared anymore?"

I didn't understand his answer. Not until now. I turned to look at Hermione once again, now drawing out her wand and fixing the table. The ceramic plates, the utensils; they started floating through the air and arranging themselves on the table.

A smile grew on my face once again.

I still couldn't believe she was mine.

I turned back to the fire, and closed my eyes.

My mind went back to the woods, when the locket opened and my greatest fears came out of the locket.

I winced.

What were my fears?

That my family and Hermione preferred Harry over me.

I feared losing the ones I loved.

Could Hermione have feared the same thing?

Then why was there no smoke of images that came out of the cup? Why was it just a clean destruction?

I continued to interrogate Harry that day I asked him about Hermione's Horcrux. And finally he gave in:

"Ron, you were there."

I was there. So what?

…

…

…

I bit my lip and started chewing on it.

I was there…

Could it be possible that Hermione's greatest fear was… losing me?

My eyes widened at the fact that the chances of that answer being correct, was actually quite big.

It took a while you know, after the war.

Almost a month before we actually started dating.

So I couldn't tell if she truly did love me, until that day when I went to her, and asked her if she would go to Hogsmeade with me, and she replied with a kiss, right on the lips.

That was the only time I knew that she loved me.

During the war, I had no idea.

The kiss?

I gesture of appreciation for setting the elves free I presumed. It's not easy perceiving one's emotions while you're fighting for your life.

So I didn't think that her fear would actually be that:

Losing me.

My cheeks, and ears started radiating heat, and I was pretty sure that I was as scarlet as the couch.

I stood up from the couch, walked into my office, where I grabbed a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink and started writing.

Fear.

Scary thing isn't it? This was practically the theme of the entire Second Wizarding War. Fear that loved ones would be lost, fear that that was the end, and fear that Lord Voldemort would prevail.

Ten years ago today, that was exactly how I felt.

Harry, Hermione and I, we didn't have a plan. In fact, we didn't even know how we were going to get to Hogwarts without even getting caught.

And even when we got into the castle, we didn't know how we were going to destroy the rest of the Horcruxes! Merlin, we didn't know where the bloody Horcruxes were! But we did know one thing. We had to find them, and fast.

Do you know how people say; in times of adversity, others fail while others prevail?

Well, if I was alone, I would have failed.

But luckily for me, I was with the two most stubborn wizards in the entire world.

They helped me push on, and without them, I wouldn't be here today.

I wouldn't be standing in front of you, and telling you this little story.

Ten years ago today, I lost a brother.

But ten years ago today, I gained courage. I gained bravery.

I learned that when you're at war, there's no time to be scared. There's no time to regret. There's no such thing as 'perfect timing.'

There's only one thing; a chance.

A chance to survive, a chance to fight for what you believe in.

And despite myself, I took that chance.

Now, ten years later. The world is rid of Death Eaters.

Now, ten years later, I have gained an amazing, beautiful family.

Now, ten years later, I have no regrets.

I put the quill down and stared down at my small piece of parchment.

This had to be the longest thing I had ever written without Hermione helping me.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

The door creaked open to reveal Hermione standing in front of me.

"Ron," she said, "Dinner's ready."

I looked at her and just smiled.

She started laughing then walked towards me, "Are you alright?"

I stood up from my seat, wrapped my arms around her, kissed her on the forehead and smiled.

"As long as you're here? I'm absolutely brilliant."

THE END

A/N: I cannot believe that I am FINALLY done with this story! \:D/ This had to be my favorite chapter to write just because Ron is so much like my dad it's scary. :| I'm not kidding! And I don't know he just seems like that time of person to say something as ridiculously corny like that! Don't you agree? I do hope you understand why I used this song. Because there was just so much I wanted to express and I'm not sure you really understood it. Please listen to it if you can, Charice has a vocal range like no other!

Anyway, I would like to say special thanks to PaperSky95 and thePhonyOversized for pushing me to finish this story and always helping me along the way. :D And thanks to all the readers that super stuck by this fic. I know it's not much, but I'm glad you took the time to read it. :)

THANK YOU SO MUCH! :D

Well, I guess that's it from me. Exams are coming up, and I really need to pull my grades up. So, writing might be a little difficult to do. :)) Oh well, I'll see you guys around!

Oh, and I'm working on a new fanfic coming up soon, it's called Four Things it's Rose/ Scorpius and it will be out as soon as possible so please, check it out. :)

~rascal

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