Author's note: So, this is the last chapter. I quite enjoyed writing this, but, as they say, all good things must come to an end.

Where we left off last time:

A grin stretched over his face. "I think I still love you too."

"You may now kiss the bride," announced the priest, closing his book.

Ginny and Harry grinned at each other and kissed lightly on the mouth. I watched as two of my best friends sealed their vows and I felt a tear of joy slide down my cheek.

Maybe one day I'll be as lucky.

It had been a week since my confession on the couch with Ron and we hadn't had very much time to speak. He was called in at the Ministry and was gone at the crack of dawn only to return late in the evening. But, even when Ron was at the Burrow, everyone was too busy helping Harry and Ginny set up for their wedding that there was barely any time to talk.

I smiled and waved as Mr and Mrs Harry Potter walked back towards the house.

Everyone dispersed into different directions; some to the house, some to the snack table, and others apparating out of sight.

I walked into the Burrow and spotted the newlywed couple right away. I wove my way around relatives and friends and came up right behind the blushing bride.

"Hey Ginny!"

She turned around, a grin on her face. "Hey Hermione!" We gave each other a quick hug. "Thanks again for being my Maid of Honor."

"Well thanks for not making me wear some ugly dress."

We both laughed at that.

"Listen, Mum wants me to go say hi to Uncle Fizter, so we'll talk later. Is that okay?"

I nodded. "Sure. And congrats again!"

"Thanks!" She rushed off towards an odd looking man about 4 feet tall, dragging Harry behind her.

I shook my head at the two. They were going to finally be happy with each other.

I went back outside and wondered where Ron was. Just as I thought it, a pair of hands covered my eyes.

"Guess who."

I laughed. "Ron, you're messing up my makeup," I teased.

"I know for a fact that you aren't wearing the slightest bit of makeup," he whispered into my ear.

My breath hitched in my throat and I was hyper-aware of the fact that we were in public. I wondered if people were staring at us. "Stalker a little?"

Ron chuckled and took his hands off my eyes. "Let's go for a walk." He held out his arm and I took it, feeling a little like a princess going off for a walk from the ball with her prince charming.

We walked to a secluded part of the garden and sat down near the big tree that was there. I took off my light blue heels and rubbed my feet. It had been a while since I had worn those kinds of shoes and now, my feet were paying for it.

Ron gently pried my hands of my feet and took my right foot in his lap. He began massaging it and I blushed. "You don't have to," I told him.

"I know." He grinned at me. "I want to."

I could feel my face heat up even more. I couldn't believe that I was acting like a school girl with her playground crush. We were 23 for crying out loud!

He stopped the massage for a minute and I looked up at him questioningly. He took off his tie and the jacket of his suit. Carefully, Ron placed them next to him and then proceeded to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up to his elbows. I thought I was going to die when it looked like he was going to take off his shirt, but he only unbuttoned the first few buttons.

It took all my will power not to slap myself.

I had seen him shirtless many times before and I had not turned into a dithering fool. Obviously, it was before I knew he returned the feelings I shared, but still.

"Erm, Hermione? Are you okay?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I kinda zoned out."

Ron gave me his famous crooked grin. "Okay." He grabbed my other foot and began massaging it. I sighed happily and rested my head against the tree.

For the next few minutes, we sat there together in a comfortable silence.

"Ron?" I asked suddenly.

"Yes love?"

My heart flurried at his words, but I continued with my question. "When Mike-" Ron growled at the name, but I ignored it, "- when he was in my flat and you showed up and you punched him, I was wondering: why didn't you use your wand? You could have blasted his arse from here to Timbuktu if you wanted to."

Ron shrugged. "I dunno. Male testosterone? I just wanted to hurt the bastard-" it was my turn to interrupt with a "Ron!", but, as I had done, he ignored it. "-and my fists seemed a lot easier to work with. I didn't want to have to think up some bloody spell."

I nodded slowly. "Okay. That makes sense."

"Of course it does," was the man sitting in front of me's reply. "I said it." His mouth turned into a smirk and I cocked my head.

"Excuse me?" I knew he was provoking me. It was obvious. But yet, I still fell into the trap.

"I've grown wiser you see," Ron told me, his smirk more pronounce. "I've matured."

That's all it took to send me off the edge. I laughed. I cried. I laughed until I cried. I cried until I laughed. "You?" I gasped, "Mature?"

Ron's smirk fell a little; he probably knew I could tell he was bluffing. "What, you don't think I've matured?"

I shook my head and bit my lip in an attempt to stop more laughter from escaping me.

"Well, if I wasn't mature, would I do this?" He suddenly began tickling my feet and I screamed in surprise.

I noticed a few people look in our direction, but when they saw it was just two young people having fun, they decided that they weren't under attack and went back to whatever it was they were doing.

"Don't do that!" I scolded him. "You know how ticklish I am!"

He just grinned at me. "Oh, sorry. I forgot."

I rolled my eyes. We were being so childish!

"You know..." Ron moved closer to me, crawling on his hands and feet, "All this wedding stuff is making me feel..."

"Randy?" I offered, laughing at how he seemed taken back.

"No, I was going to say "feel all warm and fuzzy" inside, but that other one could work." He gave me a wink, which sent us both laughing.

I could not remember the last time I had laughed so much or felt so happy, but I sure never wanted this to end.

We collapsed to the ground, all laughed out. We looked up at the clouds and tried to guess what shapes they were.

"There's a bird."

"There's a car."

"There's a... hum... I dunno what that is. Maybe a bottle?"

"Ron, you dunce, it's a boat."

"Oh."

I giggled again. Ron propped himself up on his elbow and faced me. "When are we going to talk about your un-dying love for me? It might become an issue in the future."

"We'll talk about it right around the time you talk about your un-dying love for me."

"You said it first."

"You said it back."

"I said I think."

"So did I." Was he trying to avoid this question? It seemed weird thought, that if he wanted to avoid it, he wouldn't have brought it up. Suddenly, I started worrying that he might not have meant it, at least maybe not in the way I did.

His calculating eyes met mine. "Hermione? Are you okay?"

I hadn't even noticed that my face had fell slightly. "Fine." I said, putting back on what I hopped was a convincing smile.

"You are such a difficult woman to read."

A true grin was on my face. "Well it would be no fun if I gave away everything, wouldn't it? I dunno about you but I like surprises. I love them act-"

I was cut off mid-sentence by Ron placing his lips on mine. I was so shocked that it took me a second to realize that my eyes were still open, but by the time I got them to shut, Ron had pulled away.

"How's that for a surprise?" His voice was low and intimate and it ran a shiver through me.

"Best surprise ever."

The traditional throwing of the bouquet was done just before Harry and Ginny left for their Honeymoon in Spain. All the non-married women- I included- made a small group behind the bride and each eagerly waited for my friend to throw the bouquet.

"Are you ready?" Ginny asked.

A chorus of yeses filled the air and Ginny threw the bouquet. I was jostled around as women tried to catch it, but I stood there not caring if it were to land in my hands. But, as luck would have it, it dropped on my head and then bounced into my hand.

Women squealed around me.

"You'll be the next to get married!"

"You're so lucky!"

"I wonder if she already has a lover!"

"Maybe her boyfriend will propose!"

I rolled my eyes at them all. What silly superstitions! I didn't even have a boyfriend, and I wasn't planning on getting married any time soon.

I felt a warm hand on my back, and I noticed all the women walk away, disappointed that they hadn't been the lucky ones. Secretly, I wondered if some of these women had even ever gotten dates.

"You caught it I see."

"Yup." I looked up at Ron and gave him a stern look. "If you as so much mutter the words, 'marriage', 'fiancee' or anything like that, I'll make sure that you never get to that stage in your life."

"Not even if I want it to be with you?"

My face softened, but I still gave him a glare. "Not for a while anyways. After all, we aren't exactly dating yet. Marriage should be a thousand miles away."

"A thousand and counting down." I hit him lightly and he laughed. "Come on. If we get inside now, maybe we can have the last piece of cake."

The End

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