DISCLAIMER!

I love Harry Potter. But no matter how much I do, I will never be able to own him or his friends. Sniff

The story takes place when Ron, Harry and Hermione have grown up.
Hermione is the main character, and is engaged to Ron. The couple is blissful, and unaware of the drastic change of events that will take place later...

This fic is rated M for later chapters.

This is supposed to be a Viktor+Hermione fic, btw. It first starts off with Hermione and Ron fluff for a good reason. If you hate Ron, bear with it! The good parts are coming soon!

-mag

"And then, I told him that he should just back off or I would give him a hook in the nose!" Ron said, clicking his tongue in satisfaction.

Hermione managed a small smile as she watched her fiancé gesturing animatedly to demonstrate how he punched the daylights out of another poor soul.

"Aww man! God knows that you didn't do that at all! I was there, Ron! All you did was whine and cry while he started clawing the rest of the Aurors!" Harry Potter exclaimed, amidst roars of raucous laughter.

Ron's ears grew red and were soon camouflaged against his burning hair. His face was also warming up. He looked at Hermione, who was also laughing at him.

"Oh Ron! I didn't know you were such a good story-teller!" Parvati Patil giggled. Ron was on fire.

"Nah, he was just trying to impress 'Mione as usual, eh?" Seamus Finnigan added, nudging Hermione and raising his eyebrows slyly. The table roared with laughter once more.

Hermione had her arm around Ron's, and they were walking close together, along the wet path. The night air was damp and cold from the autumn showers that had ended only minutes ago, and puddles of water were dotting the road. They had just exited early from dinner with the rest of their old friends because Ron was "tired".

"Dinner sucked. They shouldn't make fun of me," Ron complained, looking at his feet. "I was only trying to have some fun. Not a crime, is it? Now they've made me look like a bloody fool."

Hermione tried hard not to laugh. She was freezing.

"Oh Ron, it's alright! But it was rather funny, the story about how when you were fighting the Quintaped and it clawed your pants off! Were you wearing those polka-dotted briefs, then?"

"'Mione!" Ron said, upset. "You're supposed to be on my side… And damn those ruddy briefs! Did you have to get those for me for Christmas?"

"Well you wanted some decent Muggle clothes, didn't you?" Hermione pointed out, still highly amused. The couple continued squabbling all the way, and when they finally reached Hermione's doorstep, Ron was even gloomier. Hermione pouted.

"On come on, Ron. Don't be such a spoil sport!" she said, grinning up at Ron who just sniffed haughtily. She giggled, before tip-toeing to peck Ron on the lips.

"I love you."

Ron grunted.

"Goodnight."

Ron didn't say anything.

"I'm going in now. It's cold. Take care, alright?" Hermione smiled at Ron, before turning around to unlock her door. Suddenly, from behind, Ron grabbed her around the waist, spun her around and kissed her.

It was a sweet kiss that made goosebumps spring up on every inch of Hermione's skin. Hermione shivered, and Ron held her tighter to him as he leaned forward to deepen the kiss.

"I love you too, babe." he whispered.

"Oh," Hermione gasped, before giggling against his lips. She hung her arms around his neck and they continued kissing.

Ron took this as a invitation for more and nibbled her bottom lip. Hermione opened her mouth, but he did not slip his tongue in. He pulled out of their kiss, causing a disappointed Hermione to wince in protest.

"Shouldn't push my luck." Ron muttered, giving Hermione a quick peck on the cheek. He grinned at her before spinning around on his heel and leaving. Hermione felt heat rising to her cheeks. She had no idea if this was because of the freezing weather, or because of… The kiss. She smiled at Ron's retreating back before unlocking her door and entering.

Life is sweet, she thought, still grinning uncontrollably. She noticed then that the wall mirror beside the door was misted up. She traced the words:

I love Ron

and continued, giggling, up the stairs to her bedroom, where she changed and fell into deep, peaceful slumber.

I liked writing this.

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