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The following chapter is written in first person view, as told by Hermione Granger.

"Marry me…"

"Merlin, yes, Ginny. Yes. A thousand times, yes," I breathe.

I capture her lips again for a kiss that is unlike any other.

I smile fondly at the recent memory. Fiery red hair is splayed across my chest, where Gin's head is resting. I pull her closer to me, as if she wasn't close enough already.

She shifts and resettles, her nose buried in my neck. I stifle a gasp/giggle at her warm breath tickling and caressing the sensitive skin. She feels so good—so perfect against me.

This is where she's meant to be, always.

I smile again, thinking of our recent memory. I suspect that whenever I need to cast a patronus, I'll be using this memory.

"I don't have a ring yet, but I promise I'll get you one, Mione. I promise. My wife deserves the royal treatment."

I grin at her and kiss her again, unable to help myself. I'm just so happy; happier than I've ever been.

I stroke the sleeping girl's hair.

"You smell good, Mione," she mumbles against my skin.

"Me? You always smell irresistible, Gin," I retort.

She giggles against my skin. It's a light, musical laugh; a little breathy on the end.

"Oh? And what do I smell like, Mione?" she goads.

"You smell like…" I start. "Well you always smell like strawberries."

There. I said it.

"Really? Just strawberries? Is that why you're so incorrigible?" She's not hiding the teasing tone in her voice.

"Not just strawberries… You also smell like a small hint of fresh cut grass from the Quidditch pitch," I admit. "But it isn't an overwhelming stench of grass and leather. That's the way your brothers smell." I wrinkle my nose at the thought.

"Would you still love me if I smelled the way that Quidditch looks?"

I tilt my head at her for a second, lean my head back, and laugh. I'm sure to have stitches from laughing so violently.

"How is it that you manage to be cute and sexy at the same time, Gin? You must teach me how you pull that off."

Her cheeks promptly turn a bright red. She buries her face into my neck.

"Don't make fun of me!" she pouts.

"I'm not, baby. I promise. For the record, I'd still love you if you smelled like that. My favorite time of day is when you walk in all hot and sexy from practice."

I can't help but lick my lips at the thought.

"Honestly it makes me want to throw you up against the door and rip all of your Quidditch robes off and have my way with you," I confess.

Gin's eyes pop into view all of a sudden. Her dark blue eyes smolder at me.

"That can be arranged," she murmurs.

I smile a wicked smile at her and kiss her again.

I skim the pages of the large volume of literature sitting in front of me. I can't focus. My mind is foggy. I can't think straight. Images of Ginny cross my mind repeatedly.

I keep wondering, How are we going to tell our families? How will they react?

The thought scares me. My heart races. I close the volume and lean back in the stiff wooden chair. I hear someone clear their throat behind me, signaling that it's nearly curfew.

On my way back to the Gryffindor dorms, I do my best to clear my mind. If I could obliviate myself properly, I would. At least I would be guaranteed uninterrupted sleep.

I fall into my bed. Immediately, I'm comforted. Warm arms wrap around me. I am vaguely aware that I haven't even stripped out of my robes yet, but I don't care. I'm comfortable.

"You alright, Mione?" Gin mumbles against my skin.

I hesitate. "I'm okay. I'm really tired."

She turns my face towards her. She looks into my eyes with an intense gaze.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

I turn away from her. I don't even want to talk about it. It scares me…so much. I don't want them to hate me. I don't want her to be alienated from her family. What if everyone reacts the way Ron did?

She props herself up on her elbow now. "Mione."

I don't answer her. I know she's staring at me. I can hear the concern in her voice.

"Talk to me. Please?" she pleads.

"I don't want to talk about it, Gin. Please don't make me talk about it." I finally look at her.

She leans in and presses a quick, soft kiss to my lips.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

I bite my lip. I'm even afraid to answer.

"Mione," she starts, "look at me."

I tentatively meet her gaze with my own.

"There's nothing to be scared about. They love you already, baby. And they already know how I feel about you anyway."

I'm sure the shock registers on my face.

"Yeah. They've always known. Or at least I made sure they had the idea in their minds."

"I don't have to be afraid, then?"

She laughs. "No, sweetie. You have nothing to worry about. And I'll take care of Ron if he becomes a problem."

I could kiss her. And I do.

"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger," she murmurs against my lips.

"I love you too, Ginerva Molly Granger."

I giggle and kiss her red cheeks. Yes, I'm going to marry this woman.

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