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[Jan. 16th, 2006|01:37 am]
I'm screaming and I'm shouting - jealous!Ron

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Title: All's Well that Ends Well
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"Well, I think we all know the solution."

"There's only one thing to do."

"It will prove difficult."

"But we must-"

"We will leave him as he left us."

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Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley sat outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry over looking their past home. They sat in awkward silence, thier hands intwined. They both felt a vast opening in their lives. Neither one having thought what they would do in such a situation.

"It feels strange, doesn't it? I mean, it seems like just yesterday when we were here, worrying about OWLs and NEWTs. It all seems so pointless now." Hermione said tearfully.

"Yea, but I suppose that's it, isn't it? We won the war so that kids could worry about them. So that people didn't have to worry about dying and stuff." Ron retorted, hoping to cheer her up a bit.

"Yea, I just can't believe Neville's gone. I mean, of everyone to go...Of everyone to-"

Ron quickly placed his arms around her so that she didn't have to cry out in the open. "I know, Hermione," he said warmly. "But, Neville did what he felt was right, and if he hadn't jumped in.. If he hadn't protected Harry, we'd have lost. You know that, right? I mean, I'd have done it if I were there and you would have to. It wasn't a matter of options, it was a matter of duty. He felt it, too."

Hermione looked up at Ron and smiled. Ron immediately kissed the top of her head. "We better head on. I'm sure Harry and Ginny will be looking for us." She said teary eyed. And with that, they left to find their two best friends.

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Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione all sat around a table at the Burrow remsiscing about the past and dreaming of the future."Oh my goodness, Harry remember that Valentine's Day with Cho Chang???" Harry, Ron and Hermione all began laughing uncontrollably. Ginny looked a bit confused, but quite amused at the actions of her friends. "What happened with Cho Chang?" she asked.

"Well..." Harry began. "Lots of things happened with Cho Chang. Basically- it just wasn't mean to be. She cried a lot. She even cried when we kissed. It was really awkward. And really wet."

"Well. Nothing can be worse than mine and Ron's first kiss." Hermione said blushingly. "It happened the night before we fought Voldemort. I was scared and woke up from a nightmare. Ron came over to where I was sleeping. I was shivering so much he just had to hold me close to him so I would calm down. I looked up at him- and of all things to see, there he was, sick! His nose was running, he was sweating and I could feel the goosebumps on his arm. I knew he had a fever. I mean, goodness, I saw he was sick but I didn't really care. I just leaned up to him and kissed him. And then I got sick. Looking back, it might not have been the best timing, but it was just.. funny."

They all four started laughing again.

"My goodness, you four." Mrs. Weasley stepped outside the Burrow and looked at the four children she once knew and took care of, now all adults. She smiled. "All right, you lot. You better get going. You've all got a dinner to attend."

"Uggggh. I don't want to go, Mum. Let's just stay here." Ron complained.

"Now, Ronald. This is a big dinner in honor of you all! Thrown by the ministry, you know. You ought to be honored!!"

"Yes, Ron." Hermione said, "We really have to go..." Knowing full well all she wanted was for Ron to see her in her new silky black dress with no back. What? Ginny picked it out, obviously. Hers was even more beautiful. Her new career allowed for much more extravagant purchases than she was used to at the Burrow, and she was more than appreciative. It helped also that Ginny owned the store in which they both bought their dresses. "Besides, Ginny and I have to go to the salon."

"You do not. You both look gorgeous already." Harry retorted.

"Oh, shut it." Ginny said as she stood up from the table. "C'mon Herm. Let's go." And with a quick pop, they apparated off to Diagon Alley.

"Well, wonder what two blokes can do to waste 3 hours?" Harry said.

"I still don't understand how it can possibly take them three hours to get ready. I mean, come on. Take a shower, put on clothes, go. That's it."

Harry laughed. "Something tells me they do a bit more than that, Ron. Because if that was it, Me and Ginny'd reach many more place in a much more timely manner."

"You talk like Mum, Harry."

"Shut it, Weasley. Let's play some Quidditch."

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Hermione stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. She even thought she looked nice. She only hoped that Ron would feel the same way. The witch who'd done her hair, used a special serum to ensure the straightness of her hair. She'd then slightly curled each section of her hair so that she looked more than sophisicated, she looked womanly. She decided she couldn't wait to see Ron's face.

Ginny walked into the room. Hermione's mouth dropped. "Gin. You look amazing." Indeed she did. She stood opposite Hermione in a  light green dress, just the perfect color to offset her fair skin, the dress had an elaborate back, lacing up the entire way. Her hair was up in a bun, with sparkles emitting from it. "Ugh. I don't know why this dinner had to be so formal, it's sort of annoying, I mean- All of this effort, and for what? So people can awe of Harry Potter, the Auror who saved us all and his best friend Ron Weasley, the international quidditch star. Oh, and so their girlfriends, who some people think might've attended the final battle, will be there."

Hermione laughed. "Look, Gin. Anyone who matters knows about us. Harry knows. What else does it matter?"

"I'm just saying- It would boost my sales at the shop more than anything I could've ever imagined."

"Probably. But I really ought to get going. Ron will be at my apartment in a bit. Give Harry my love, Gin."

"See you later. Oh, Hermione?" She quickly turned to look at Ginny. "Ron's gonna drop dead when he sees you. You look amazing. Even better than the Yule Ball. And you saw the effects that had on him."

Hermione let out another increasingly familiar non-Hermione giggle as she left the flat.

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As Hermione felt herself pop into her flat, she immediately felt hands grasp tightly around her wrist. She screamed as she turned to find Ronald Weasley staring straight at her. "Where have you been??" he yelled, "I've been waiting for 20 minutes!I thought- I thought something happened to you." He said while he voice got increasingly quieter.

"I was with Ginny; that's all, Ron." She said quickly. Hermione was more than familiar with this particular quality of Ron's. It seemed like ever since they'd gotten back from the final battle, Ron had taken more of a possessive hold over her, like he was now the only one who could have her. She didn't much have a problem with this, she felt like she'd belonged to Ron since after he'd told her fifth year how much he cared for her. She learned now to just accept it and explain anything he wanted to know. No violence came from that. She'd watched as his anger at someone who'd hurt her.

Ron's breathing got calmer as he looked at her. "Gods, 'Mione. You look amazing." His grip on her wrists didn't break, yet she blushed none-the-less. She felt hot every place his eyes roamed, and all she wanted to do was kiss him and make him feel better. She knew she'd never leave him, she knew there was no other man for her than Ron, but still- every time he got this way, acting jealous and angry, it made Hermione feel very, very warm.

Ron kept staring, with an almost animalistic look in his eye. "Ron? Are you all right?"

He looked her straight in the eyes. "You're beautiful, did you know? I ought to say it more, I s'pose. But you really are." He pulled her in close to him, slowing erasing he gap between them. "I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you. I won't ever let anyone hurt you. I will not let it happen. It means more than anything to me that I can look at you and think 'She's Mine.' Just know- nothing."

"Ron, the war's over-"

"Don't you think I know that?? I was there, Hermione. I was with Harry when it happened. I saw Neville jump in front of the curse so Harry could cast one himself. But I know better. Harry and I both, we know. They're still out there. And they're mad as fuck. They want revenge on us all. But, just know. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Ron," Hermione said tearily, "There's something I want to say-"

Just as Hermione had begun, Harry and Ginny were knocking at the door. "Come on, you lot!" Ginny yelled. "We're already late to our own dinner!!"

Ron reluctantly let go of Hermione's wrist, but gave her a look that made her believe every word he had told her earlier.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go so we can get back." She giggled again and it made Ron smile.

"Come on, you minx. Let's go."

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"And therefore it is with great appreciation that we, the magical peoples of the world bestow upon you, Harry James Potter,
Ronald Bilius Weasley, Hermione Jane Granger, and Ginevra Molly Weasley, our greatest thanks, along with the honor of being
honoree members of the International Wizengamot. Congratulations and thank you all. You've saved us."

The crowd clapped respectively as the four gathered thier medals and certificates from the head of the International Wizengamot, now headed by Aberforth Dumbledore. "Now that all the commotions and nessecities are done with, I believe the chefs have prepared a rather tasty meal, so let's all enjoy. But let us remember, tonight is a night for celebration! Tom Riddle is dead, and we have these four to thank. But lest not forget another. Another who gave his life for this night to happen. His name was Neville Longbottom. Let us toast to Neville." The crowd raised their glasses and toasted to Neville.

Afterwards, they all sat down and began to eat.

"I cannot wait until to get out of here. I'm so sick of all these people. They're a class above me. I'd be more comfortable with a shot of firewhiskey just relaxing at the Hog's Head. This is just overkill."

All four of them laughed.

"Now Gin," Harry said, "If weren't here, you wouldn't have been able to wear that amazing dress."

"Let's just eat," Ron laughed. "The sooner this is over the sooner we don't have to worry about it anymore."

Then all of the sudden, the worst thing that could have possibly happened, did.

"Herm-own-ninny? I haff come from Bulgaria to surprise you!"

All four had different reactions. Ginny simply stopped to look at Viktor. Harry stopped to look at Ron. Hermione was ecstatic to see him, and Ron seemed more than enraged. He looked torn between yelling and fighting, and was frustrated that he opted for neither. He simply put down his fork and watched Hermione hug someone who wasn't him. His blood boiled.

Then all of them saw the change in Hermione's dispositon. She realzied exactly what she had just done and realized what she would have to endure later on that evening. Well, hopefully her news will cancel out most of his anger.. hopefully.

Regardless, she quickly turned towards Ron, thanked Viktor for coming, but politely told him she was right in the middle of something important and would find him later. She stood there for a minute, looking like a fish out of water. She was too nervous to sit back down next to Ron, but was too embarrassed to stay standing. She sat.

"Nice of Viktor to come..." Ginny said nervously.

The rest of dinner was eaten in silence.

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When Ron and Hermione returned back to his flat, Ron immediately went towards the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of firewhiskey, while Hermione sat nervously in the sitting area. Although, she was getting more and more annoyed with every swig Ron took. "Ron. At least put the glass down for a few mintues so I can explain."

"I'll put the glass down when I'm damn well ready."

"I didn't ask him to be there."

"And he didn't ask you to paw all over him like a giddy fangirl. But you did that anyway." He took another swig.

That was when Hermione decided to give up. "Oh, grow up Ron!" she shouted, standing up out of the chair and firmly staring at Ron. "Look, the last time I even saw Viktor was more than a year ago. If you can't get over something that happened in FOURTH year, then , well- I don't know what to do to make this better! I can't change the past, Ronald!!! I don't know what to do, but if you can't tell by now how much I care for you then please tell what can make you see that.. Tell me what you have to see, so you can know. Because I'm at a loss."

She gasped as she heard Ron throw his glass against the wall and shatter it. She began storimg towards her and she unconsciously backing up. "You know what I want to know, Hermione?" He said quietly as he had her backed against the wall.

"What?" She asked bravely.

"I want to know that you're mine. I want to know that I don't need to worry about Vicky. I want to look at you and think to myself that I'll always have you. I can't lose you, Hermione. I can't."

She began to feel very weak as she looked up at Ron.

"Ron.." she began, "Ron. I'll always be yours. Always. I- I love you, Ron. I love you more than anything or anyone in this world."

He grabbed Hermione by her wrists and pulled her close as he lowered his head to hers. When thier lips met, tears began forming in Hermione's eyes. They'd kissed before, naturally. But never like this. This time it was like it was a deep understanding of their feelings for one another. They stood there for what felt like years just kissing and allowing their hands to roam. When their lips finally parted, Ron lifted up Hermione's chin with his hand.

"I love you, too, Hermione."

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[User Picture]From: dalaat
2006-01-18 02:52 am (UTC)
hey, good beginning, sep if it's ur first try @ fanfic. i liked the surprise w/viktor coming in. keep writing!
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