My Life With The Wizard: Ron and Hermione One Shots

Delayed

Hermione ran her hands down the fabric of her skirt. Her breath was ragged as she tried to keep up her persona of being okay. She could feel eyes on her from the customers around her at the Leaky Cauldron. She still wasn't used to the fact that she was famous.

Hermione's heart was beating out of her chest, because this was it. This was the night she dreamed of for years, come to fruition. She was prepared for every situation that could arise, yet felt that the night was completely out of her hands.

Hannah, a new waitress, came over to the table with a pad and pen in her hand.

"Hermione!" she gleamed, "Are you ready to order?"

She shook her head as her hands continued to play with the hem of her skirt. "Waiting for Ron, he should be here soon."

"Okay," Hannah put her pad back into her apron and before she walked away motioned to Hermione's outfit, "You look very nice tonight, he is very lucky."

Hermione chuckled lightly and trained her eyes back on the door. It had been almost a year since their first kiss in the midst of the war, and she was almost sure that, that was going to be the extent of their venture into a relationship. She thought maybe he was just caught up in the moment of thinking he was going to die and she misread it. That was until the week before during the regular Sunday dinner with Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna that he mentioned they should, "get dinner alone some time".

She had really given him space and time. He had lost his brother. She respected his healing process. And was prepared to wait until he told her not to or he came to her. And fortunately for Hermione, he came to her.

The door chimed and in he walked. His ginger hair was thrown about and going in all directions, but his grimy work clothes were switched out for a button down shirt and khaki pants. He ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame it as his eyes searched the room.

As his eyes met Hermione's, the eyes of everyone in the restaurant landed on him and then followed his gaze back to her with their mouths agape. It seemed dramatic to the two, only wanting a simple night. But, history was made that night. People who were there, told their children and grandchildren that they witnessed Ron and Hermione Weasley falling in love in that moment.

Ron, keeping his eyes on Hermione, made his way through the restaurant to her table in the back. Once he reached her he leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek. Which ensued a few "awws" from people surrounding them. The attention made Hermione's cheeks turn red and Ron to look down, defeated and chuckle.

"Sorry I was late," he said taking his seat in front of her, "I was very behind on paperwork."

"No problem, I came a bit early anyway," she replied, and resumed playing with her hem.

Ron, slightly eying the customers around them, leaned in across the table and whispered. "How was your day?"

Hermione smiled at his attempt to play with the fans. She leaned in as well so their faces were only a couple inches away.

"Well actually," she said, only loud enough for him to hear, "it was pretty boring, and I'm very glad to be here with you now."

"That's funny," Ron said, now blushing as well, "because I feel the same way."

As they sat there, in utter joy, they felt someone approach the table. Expecting it to be Hannah, they leaned back and fumbled with the menus. They looked up to see a teenage girl standing there with a piece of paper in her hand and a toothy grin planted on her face.