forever had meant something to them.

"Hermione, come back," whinged Ron as she grabbed the door handle. "Hermione! Hermi- Mrs Weasley!" he shouted authoritatively.

Hermione stopped. She usually did when Ron used that voice. He knew it sent a shiver through her.

"What?" she asked, still facing away from them. She hated how petulant her voice sounded.

When Hermione heard footsteps coming towards her from behind, she turned to see Ron approaching. He waited until he was directly in front of her before speaking.

"Hold up your left hand," he said quietly.

"Ron, don't-"

Before she could protest, Ron had grabbed the hand in question and lifted it gently so it was in front of her. "Fourth finger. Look at it."

For a moment Hermione resisted before allowing her gaze to slide away from his calmface and onto the two rings on her finger. One of them was a gold wedding band, the other silver, with a small diamond. Neither of the rings would stand out at a jewellers nor be fawned over by people who cared about such things, but to Hermione they were perfect. In fact, she loved Ron more for not picking the biggest rock he could find but an engagement ring that, while it didn't draw attention to itself, was still stunningly pretty.

She pulled her eyes back to Ron and tried to hide the smile that fighting its way into her stony expression. She was meant to be mad at him after all.

"What does that tell you?" he asked softly.

"I need to see a psychiatrist."

"You're my wife, Hermione," Ron