Romione, an unforgettable love story.

I Love You

Hermione POV:

We were standing in the back garden of the Burrow. It was Christmas break and Harry, Ginny Ron and I were celebrating the end of the war. 

"We're going upstairs," said Ginny, Harry holding her waist tightly. As she said that I could see the anger bubbling up inside of Ron. We said goodnight as they went inside and sat in the moonlight.

"I bet they're in Gin's bedroom snogging right now!" Ron burst out, not able to keep it in any longer. 

"Oh, Shut up Ronald, do you think Ginny says those things about us?" I exclaim without thinking, which is not like me at all. He stared at me blankly for a few seconds before he slowly put his arms around my waist. 

"No,"

Ron pulled me closer and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and passionately kissed him back. He hasn't kissed me like that since the end of the war including the downfall and death of Voldemort. It felt so good to be able to say his name without summoning him. Voldemort. Ron pulls back, "Bloody hell,Hermione!" He says.

"Oh shut up," I laugh slightly blushing. He takes my hand and we walk towards the Burrow. 

" 'Mione?"

"Yeah?"

Ron took a deep breathe and squeezed my hand tighter, "I love you."

I pause, taking in his kind words, "I love you too." I say, closing the door of Ron's room, locking us inside.