𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

49

At three in the morning on August 25th, Johnny apparated himself, Hermione and Harry to the Burrow. They were attending the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasley's.

"Lovely to see you, dears," Mrs. Weasley greeted them with firm hugs. "Harry, you're sharing a room with Ron and the twins, so I recommend getting a few hours sleep."

Mrs. Weasley turned towards Hermione and Johnny.

"The ghoul has relocated himself to one of the spare bedrooms, so you two can share the attic," Mrs. Weasley said, turning firm. "I want no funny business! Or at least don't let me catch you! Or you'll be on the sofa, Johnny!"

"Won't get any funny business with us," Johnny said, smirking at a blushing Hermione, who whacked him around the back of the head. Johnny and Hermione went up to the attic, which had been made bigger. There was double bed underneath the attic window, a wardrobe against the far wall, a full, lengthen mirror next to it.

"Feel free to decorate it how you like, dears," Mrs. Weasley whispered, peaking her head through the hole where the door was. "It's your room after all."

Mrs. Weasley's head disappeared, closing the attic door behind her.

"This is nice,"said Hermione, looking around the room before staring at herself in the mirror. Johnny walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You're beautiful," Johnny whispered, kissing Hermione's collarbone.

"I'm not," Hermione whispered, holding onto Johnny's hands as he walked them over to the bed.

"You're not serious?" Johnny asked, sitting down on the bed. Hermione straddled his waist, wrapping her arms around herself self-consciously. At Hermione's silence Johnny leaned forward and kissed her passionately, his hands gripping Hermione's waist. Hermione moaned in surprise, her right hand coming up to rest on Johnny's neck.

"You're so beautiful," Johnny muttered as Hermione took of her denim jacket, leaving her in her tank top and jeans. Johnny kissed Hermione's shoulder, all the way up to her earlobe. "There's no one more beautiful than you."

Hermione's skin burned as Johnny's fingertips ran across her back. She felt like she was on fire.

"You could do so much better than me," Hermione whispered, staring into Johnny's blue eyes, blue eyes that were filled with passion and love.

"I really couldn't," Johnny whispered back, linking their fingers. "I would've probably died by now if it wasn't for you. You bring out the best in me, you were my friend, and you're still my best friend. You're beautiful, kind, caring, funny, honest, passionate, smart as fuck, witty, helpful, loyal, independent. Fuck, Hermione this list could go on for bloody hours."

Hermione let out a tearful giggle, suddenly feeling no longer self-conscious.

"You're the best boyfriend in the world," Hermione said sincerely. "And no it's not just because you're a millionaire and you bought me that ring with fifteen diamonds in it."

"Hermione Jean, darling, sweetheart, love of my life," Johnny said, placing a kiss on her collarbone every time he listed off a name. "It's Billionaire, and when I propose, there'll be thirty diamonds on there, and when we're married, there'll be sixty. It'll double each time."

"Y-you want to get married?" Hermione asked with a wide smile.

"I do," Johnny said sincerely, lying down on the bed, keeping Hermione rested on his chest. "I know we're almost fifteen, we got years before that happens, but I have my whole ideal future planned out in front of me, and you're in it."