How the girls fell for the boys

Hermione

Edit--8/22/21--I'm very sorry for all of the typos, everyone. I'm trying to go through and fix them. If you find one in this chapter, or any other, please let me know! It bothers me, that you have to read stories with words spelled incorrectly. Thank you so much!! I really appreciate it. 

After the war, I began having theses dreams. I would dream of anything that scared me.

For example, tonight I dreamed of when Bellatrix tortured me. I awoke to be covered in sweat and to be tangled in the sheets. 

When I awoke, I saw many anxious faces. I addressed the first one I could recognize. 

"Harry? Why are you all here?" I ask, not really wanting to know why.

"Well, because we heard you screaming. And you kept shouting 'I don't know! Let me go! Please, I'm not lying!'" he tells me apologetically.

I sigh. "I was dreaming of Bellatrix torturing me." I confess.

Molly, Ginny, and Harry nod. "We figured." 

"Can you bring-" but I'm cut off.

"I'll bring him in," Harry promises, "He's a deep sleeper. Probably didn't hear." and with that, he's gone.

I start to sob. 

"Hermione, dear, if you don't mind me asking, what were you going to say before Harry cut you off?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"I was going to ask for Ron." I say, my head hung in shame.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, dear." Mrs. Weasley says gently.

"When we were at Shell Cottage, he was the only thing that stopped me from having them." I whisper.

"By sleeping with you?" Mrs. Weasley raises her eyebrows.

I nod, my face looking like a tomato. 

"Yes, Bill told me." Mrs. Weasley said. To my surprise, she was smiling. "If he calms you and you swear to Merlin that you won't do anything, then I grant permission." 

I reach up and hug Mrs. Weasley just as Ron enters, looking tired.

I get out of bed and run into his arms. I hug him tightly, inhaling the scent that I love. Cinnamon and citrus; just so... Ron.

"Wha-"

"Bellatrix. I was dreaming of Bellatrix. I'm sorry for waking you." I whisper sadly. Ron shakes his head and says,"It's no problem, 'Mione." 

Mrs. Weasley and Ginny quietly exit the room, closing the door gently behind them. 

Once they were gone, Ron dragged me over to the bed and tucked me in. He told me many stories, some about his first impression of me(which earned him a, slap on the head), some about when he first realized he had feelings for me, but my favorite of the ones he told that night was the one where he realized he loved me.

"I had a wonderful girlfriend. She meant the world to me. She had these nightmares every night, and it made me realize that no one is perfect. I want so badly to tell her that I love her, but I'm afraid she'll turn me down. We've had lots of rows over the years, and we still do! But, the stupidest one is was when I got another girlfriend. We had a row because she and I both knew that I didn't like my girlfriend. She wanted to believe that I liked her, and I wish she did. Because I love her so much that if she died, I would kill myself to be with her again." he had said. And you know what I did? I kissed him.

That's when I knew Ronald Bilius Weasley was the right one.

And Ron knew it too.