My Story: The Ronald Weasley Story

"Hermione? Herms?"

"I'm in here!" I walked into my bedroom, where Hermione laid on my bed, looking through my photo album, and giggling.

"These were wonderful times, weren't they?" she sighed, pointing at a picture of the three of us in Hogwarts, probably in 6th year, the way I had my arm around Hermione's shoulder.

"Er, 'Mione?" She looked up. "Tell me where you've been. You quit the A. W. E last year. For the past eight months, where have you been?"

"I don't know how you found out about the A. W. E. You probably have your connections. And, you don't want to know."

"Hermione!" I bellowed. "I asked you, so that means I want to know! You leave for over a year and I expect some answers!"

She flinched. "With Severus," she whispered.

"Snape?"

She nodded slowly.

"Romantically?"

She nodded once again. She closed her eyes momentarily, and bit her lip, waiting for me to blow up, I suppose. But I was astonished. I sat beside her, with my head in my hands. Eight months! That means they'd probably... . Oh, God.

"For your information, Ronald Weasley, Severus and I broke up yesterday. I didn't volunteer that information, you asked. And I don't particularly want to hear your lectures."

"Then why are you here?"

"When I found out Harry died, I almost didn't show up. I couldn't face you. Or him. I couldn't believe it. Harry protected us. Well, he did as much as he could as long as possible. I.. I loved you. And had to come."

"Hermione, please," I whispered, my voice growing husky.

"No, Ron. You made it abundantly clear. I hoped that after my mistake, you could forgive me, and let me back into your life. Breaking up with you, moving away, not keeping contact, falling in love with Severus. I guess it was one mistake too much." Her eyes brimmed with tears.

'No, Hermione," I whispered, bringing her into an embrace. "I need you. I love you. And you know it. Otherwise, you never would've came. "I bent down on one knee, determined. "Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

"Yes, Ron Weasley. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you," she whispered. She began to kiss me. We both began to kiss feverishly and passionately. It was that night, the night of Harry's funeral, that we made love for the first time, both of us aged twenty-one. Until then, I was a virgin. I knew that before Snape, Hermione had been. At the time, I didn't know if Snape and Hermione had ever done anything sexually. I hadn't really asked, because after that, I decided I didn't really want to know.

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A/N Okay, Okay, kinda short. But here's the slight HG/SS I promised. Wasn't too bad, was it? In the next chapter, we meet Sirius, still a wanted man. He comes to give Hermione and Ron his congratulations, and ends up blowing his top! ;-) (Thanks, Lioness, for the hit of inspiration!) I would tell you more, but that'd ruin it. You'll just hafta read it, won't you? ;-) Please R/R! Thanks a lot! ~~LilSweetheart