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A/N: Written for the One Year Anniversary Challenge at eHPF. What wasn't posted at eHPF is below this ~~*~~ in the challenge, as I went over the 1500 word limit :) Enjoy!


Could it have been a year already? It certainly didn’t feel like it. Where had the time gone and why did he feel so...trapped? This is normal right, everyone goes through it, and he was going to be okay, wasn’t he?

For the hundredth time that hour, Ron stood up from his seat and paced the floor, then sat back down. He was supposed to be getting ready for the memorials. He never thought he’d be back in Hogwarts, fretting over something, but here he was again, frightened out of his mind.

“You too, huh?” Ron looked up and saw his sister and breathed a sigh of relief. “You look like you’re about to throw up! Oh my god, Ron! Your whole face is green!”

He felt his head being lifted up as Ginny put a hand under his chin and raised it so she could examine him. “Did you eat something bad?”

Ron shook his head and whimpered. “No,” he mumbled. “But I can’t do this Ginny, I just can’t do this!”

Sighing, Ginny nodded and sat down on the ground in front of Ron. “I know. It’s hard to be back here,” fresh tears sprang into her eyes. “Mum hasn’t said a word since we got here and Dad’s trying to be as cheerful as he can. Poor George though, he’s just not....”

WHAT are you on about?” Ron shouted, cutting Ginny off.

“Wha...I...” Ginny didn’t know what to say. “Well, the memorial. Seeing everyone again and thinking about Fred again?”

“Oh, I can deal with that!” Ron nodded, although he still didn’t look right in Ginny’s opinion. “It’s sad to be back, yes. But do you really think that Fred would want us to mope around?”

“No.” Ginny answered and blinked at Ron. “Well, if it’s not that, then what is it?”

Ron stood up and began pacing once again. He ran his fingers through his hair then down over his face as he muffled a frustrated sigh into them.

“What’s wrong?” Ginny was now very concerned and she too stood up, to be by her brother’s side.

Withdrawing his hands and seeing the look on his sister’s face, Ron shook his head. “It has been a year since...” Ron tried to communicate with his hands and watched as Ginny tried to figure it out.

“Oh, eww!” Ginny cried out, but then paused. “Wait, I thought that you and Lav...”

“Are you mental?” Ron blurted out. “I don’t mean that!”

“Then what do you mean?” She asked, flabbergasted as to what it could be.

“Gah!” Ron threw his hands in the air and sat down once again. “It has been a year since Hermione and I got together.” He shook his head again, and started to turn that weird green colour. “I asked her to marry me!”

“OH MY GOD!” Ginny shrieked and clapped her hands, before flinging herself at her brother, hugging him tight. “Oh Ron, this is fabulous! You know that you belong together and this is just...perfect!” she beamed as she pulled away and then her smile faded from her face. “What?”

“Well...” Ron began with a slight squeak in his voice. “I asked her a month ago and tonight, once we’re all back in the castle for the feast, she’s putting on the impromptu wedding.”

SHE’S WHAT?” Ginny covered her mouth, not meaning to sound so shocked, but she was. “That doesn’t sound like something Hermione would do,” she shook her head. “Did something happen to make her rush it?”

Ron shrugged. “I have no idea. She only just told me about it just before we left home to come here. She said it would be a nice thing, you know, after being so sad and all. It would remind everyone that something good came out of it all.” He shrugged and Ginny frowned. “The thing is though, this is so...” He shrugged again, trying to get a grip on his words. “It’s not like her. Hermione’s all plans and perfection, but this...” He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can do this so quickly, you know?”

There was a silence in the room for a moment, Ron’s question left floating in the air. Ginny moved to the chair she found her brother in, placed her left hand in her pocket and pulled out a ring. Placing it on her finger, she looked at it and sighed.

“I do know what its like!” She said as she held out her hand for Ron to see.

Ron looked at her outstretched hand and his eyes went wide.  “Bloody Hell!” He grabbed her hand and examined the huge diamond he found. “When?”

“Just this morning.” Ginny said with a faint smile, but now she was the one looking slightly green.

“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no...NO!” Ron said as he shook his head and dropped her hand. “You and Harry are like...” he gulped and screwed up his nose. “Born to be with each other! Don’t tell me that you can’t marry him.”

Looking down and the enormous ring on her finger, Ginny shrugged. “I love Harry; I really do...” she paused to gather the right words. “I just...We’re young. You know? It isn’t like we don’t have time and Harry’s all excited and after all that’s happened and losing so much...” She shook her head. “How can I tell him that I don’t want to rush into this? I’d be more then satisfied to have a long engagement...A very long one.”

Ron looked confused. “What are you on about?” Ginny looked at her nails, finding them rather interesting. “Gin! What’s going on?”

Looking back up, she gulped. “The Holyhead Harpies offered me a position on their team and I have already accepted.”

“Wha...” Ron stood with his mouth hanging open. “No way!” He grinned proudly at her. “That’s fantastic! What did Harry say?”

“I never told him.” Ginny said as she shook her head. “Harry was going on about our future with kids and finding a new home and I wasn’t sure how to tell him about delaying that so I can play Quidditch!”

Ron went to say something, when a new voice sounded across the room. “You’d have to tell me eventually,” Ginny’s head whipped to the side to see Harry and Hermione standing there. “After all, it would become obvious once I saw you playing!” Ginny stood up and faced Harry, but before she could say anything, she saw Ron approaching Hermione.

“I was going to say something to you, but...” Ron began but Hermione cut him off.

“But what, Ron?” She said in a quivering voice. “You asked to marry me, but now you don’t want to?”

“Oh,” Ron looked down at his feet as his face went from green to red. “I didn’t realise you heard so much.” He looked back up to Hermione and his heart shattered.

It wasn’t very often he saw Hermione cry, but right at that moment, the pain on her face and the tears that fell down her cheeks was simply too much. She turned and ran out of the room, Ron following behind her leaving Harry and Ginny alone.

She stood deathly still as she looked at Harry. His emerald eyes looked so serene and she felt like she was the one who would cry next. “I was going to...” she chuckled lightly, as she echoed her brother’s words. “Tell you. I just didn’t know how.”

He stood there silently, his hands in his pockets, his face void of any emotion. “Harry, say something.” Ginny began breathing deeper, feeling slightly dizzy, mostly out of fear. She loved Harry and didn’t want to contribute to any hurt he might feel.

Harry then slowly approached her and Ginny felt as if she could just die on the spot. But what made her almost collapse, was when he leaned down closer to her, his lips barely touching hers. “I love you, Ginny Weasley.” He whispered against her lips before claiming them with his.

She whimpered as she felt his lips, but her arms knew where to go. She clasped him around the neck as his hands snaked their way around her waist.  He kissed her in a way that seriously took the life out of her and when he finally did pull back, she was certain that she was about to faint.

“I’ll wait an eternity for you.” He whispered and shook his head. “If you want to go play Quidditch, then go play. I don’t care if we get married a year from now, two or ten! Just as long as it’s me you marry.”

Ginny smiled as she lost herself in Harry’s eyes. “There never has been, nor will there ever be, anyone else in my heart. You stole that away from me before you knew I even existed!” Harry smiled, and then laughed as he hugged Ginny tight.


“Hermione!” Ron called out, following her out of the room and down the hall and into another room.

“Go away Ron! I get it, okay. It was all just a big....mistake!” Hermione threw her hands up in the air before moving over to look out the window.

“Don’t say that!” Ron began to get angry. “Saying that means that you don’t love me!”

“Oh, could you be more childish?” she huffed.

“Could you be more mental?” Ron snapped back, earning him a dirty look from her.

Sighing, Ron moved to stand behind her. “Look, all I was trying to say to Ginny was that everything seems so rushed. I want to marry you; I want our lives to be together forever.” He took this moment to slide his hands around her waist and pull her back against him.

When he felt no resistance from Hermione, he smiled and continued. “I just don’t understand where this all came from. You’re a planner, a thinker. You triple check everything and’re off doing things recklessly.” He shrugged. “Sometimes I think you’ve been around Harry and me way too long!”

Hermione finally laughed at him, a sound he was relieved to hear, but as she wiped her eyes and sniffled, Ron felt a stab in his heart. “I’m sorry.” He whispered in her ear.

Turning around in his arms, Hermione smiled up at him. “I love you so much.” She nervously giggled. “I never thought I could ever be this person...this love struck girl who just does things on a whim, but here I am.” She shrugged. “I just wanted to make sure that none of this was a dream. That we are really here and really together and really getting married and...”

At that moment, Ron pressed his lips against Hermione’s, silencing her. She allowed herself to be swept away, letting everything else around her dissolve away. When Ron pulled back, she protested and he grinned.

“I love you too, and I swear, we will get married. But how do you think my Mother will react if she can’t even make things pretty or be involved somehow?”

Hermione shrugged and laughed. “She’d probably hate me forever.”

“I wouldn’t say hate, but it would be close to.” Ron grinned. “Let’s just take this one step at a time, because I’m not going anywhere. You will be my wife, Hermione Granger, and there isn’t anything you can do about that!” They both laughed this time.

“I better go tell Professor McGonagall that her services won’t be required tonight. She was going to marry us!” Hermione pulled out of his arms, but was tugged back into them.

“Wait.” Ron began and Hermione looked surprised. “Just tell her that it’s postponed, but if she would, she could marry us when we set things right.”

“Really?” Hermione’s eyes lit up. When Ron nodded, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Ron almost choked around her hug, but was grinning. Pulling her back slightly, he cupped her face gently in his hands. “Now, where were we?” He asked before his lips found hers once again.

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