A/N: JK Rowling is the mastermind, not me. I drew a picture of Ron and Hermione and out came this story. Enjoy!

Missing Scene 1

Ron Weasley sat in bed at almost one o’clock in the morning, wide-awake. His girlfriend was lying next to him, sound asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Her halo of beautiful golden brown curls surrounded her head. Her eyes stayed shut peacefully. She had blocked out the world and looked content to remain that way.

But Ron had had this planned out for too long to just let it go, even if Hermione was sleeping.

Ron and Hermione had been living together ever since they left Hogwarts. They’d bought a flat right down the road from Hogsmeade. It wasn’t the greatest flat in the world, but it was theirs and that was all that mattered. Hermione was going to a Muggle college to get a degree in education, whereas Ron had decided to join the Magical Law Enforcement Squad (MLES) at the Ministry. Their income wasn’t great, but it didn’t matter. They were together.

Ron had a decision to make. He looked back down at Hermione and took a deep breath. He was going to do this no matter what. He quietly slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but the Chudley Cannon pajama pants Hermione had bought him two weeks earlier for his twenty-first birthday.

He pulled open the closet and groped through, trying to find something to put on his bare chest. He ended up yanking out his maroon Weasley jumper and grabbed two stray socks from the drawer. He didn’t notice that one was blue and the other was yellow with black polka dots.

Ron ruffled his hair nervously. Now he had to wake Hermione up. What followed was going to be the hardest part. He leaned over and pressed the palm of his hand on the curve of her cheek gently. “Hermione?” he whispered. She flickered her eyelashes, but made no sign she was awake.

“Hermione? Wake up,” he whispered again. She opened one eye and looked at Ron’s face.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked hoarsely.

“No, but I need you to come see something.”

She did not argue, but pulled herself up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She sighed, looking at Ron, and smirked. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing. I want you to come see something,” he repeated, taking her hand.

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. His eyes fluttered closed, taking in her subtle body heat and sweet scent. He touched the soft curls of her hair and smiled tenderly. “Come on, I want you to see something.”

Hermione shook her head at Ron, pulling the covers off of her legs. She followed Ron out of the room and into the foyer. She realized that the sash on her nightgown was untied, but was too tired to care.

He squeezed her hand, leading her toward the door. “Do you have any shoes on?”

She looked down, yawning. “No, but neither do―” she noticed his feet and stopped. “I like the choice of colors you have there.”

“Hey, it was dark in the bedroom. I didn’t want to turn on a light and wake you.”

Hermione glared at him. “Let’s get this over with so I can get back to sleep.”

Ron only rolled his eyes. “All right, come on, let’s get this over with.”

They walked outside and Ron took Hermione up a grassy hill, toward the edge of a large cliff, overlooking the towns below it. Hermione was waking up more and becoming anxious with every step she took. She kept asking Ron to tell her what was going on, but stopped when they reached the top of the hill.

There was a long, blue blanket laid on the grass before them. Nothing else was set up. No romantic picnic or candlelight, not that Hermione needed it. She had Ron.

“Lay down,” he said quietly. Hermione set herself up comfortably, lying down on her back. Ron lay next to her, taking his hand in hers, and bringing it to his lips. She stared at him, watching his bright blue eyes dance with love and adoration.

“Look up at the sky, Hermione,” he said, moving to run his fingers through her hair.

She did just that, staring at the huge, shining orb above them. “I forgot that it was a full moon tonight. It’s so beautiful.”

Ron pulled his arm up and stared at his watch. “It’s going to be perfectly full in about three minutes.”

Hermione, continuing to stare at the moon, whispered, “Why did I need to see this?”

He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. He was so at ease with Hermione in his arms. How could he have gone six years without realizing how wonderful it felt to have her there? How could he have been so stupid for so long? He knew that he would never love someone as much as he loved Hermione. He had a great answer for her.

“Because… I know how much you love the color blue, and that’s what color I noticed the moon has been turning lately. And to me, the moon is perfect and beautiful… exactly like you.”

Hermione remained silent for a moment and then picked herself up, staring right at Ron. “Let’s dance.”

“Dance?” he repeated, furrowing his brow.

She nodded excitedly, standing up and offering her hand. He took it, standing up and frowning at her. She smiled, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him into a very sweet kiss. “You completely inspire me, Ron Weasley. Every time I’m near you I hear the music playing. Can’t you?”

Ron smiled widely at her, his hands running lovingly through her hair. “I can hear it, Hermione Granger. I can hear every last note.”

“Then kiss me,” she whispered, and he obeyed. His cool lips pressed against hers and heat arose instantly. Hermione had never known any other kiss but Ron’s, and knew for sure that she never wanted to. His kisses were so unbelievably perfect that she was more than satisfied each time she received one. What use would she have with anyone else’s kisses?

“I love you,” he said quietly.

She giggled, opening her bright eyes to look into Ron’s. She backed away from him, took his hand, and twirled underneath it. He laughed. He had always loved the affect he had on her. She could be so completely loose and wild when she wanted to be. She was able to make him collect his thoughts and think.

And as she pulled back around to stand on her tiptoes, Ron realized the moment he was in was absolutely perfect. He took Hermione’s other hand in his and pulled her close.

“Do you remember our first night in the flat?” he asked.

“Do I?” she asked, laughing. “I remember it very vividly.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, when we realized that our water was black, we went out and bought some butterbeer to bring home. Then, when we started dinner, the stove broke and it caused our lights to shut off. We had to drink lukewarm butterbeer and eat candy we bought from Honeydukes.”

“Did we have fun?”

“It was absolutely wonderful. It was one of the best nights of my life.”

Ron frowned. “Tell me why.”

She sighed, pulling closer to him and resting her head on his chest. “It didn’t matter to me what we were eating or what we were drinking or that half of the stuff in our flat was broken. It’s our flat, and I was there with you. It was amazing. I’d never give that up. I’d rather be on the floor of our flat, eating candy for dinner than at the most expensive restaurant in all of London.”

Ron chuckled. “That’ll save me some money.”

“Why did you want to know?”

“Because,” Ron whispered, taking out his wand and conjuring up two mugs of hot butterbeer and a bowl of candy. “I wanted to know if you’d do me the honor of joining me for another feast.”

“Ron, I’d love to,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. They sat down and began eating and drinking, having a grand time as they laughed together. Hermione set down her mug and stared up at the moon.

“Wow, it really is blue tonight, isn’t it?” She turned to him and smiled delicately. “It’s the same shade as your eyes. Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“Several times,” he sighed. “But I always love it when you do.”

“I love you, Ronald Weasley,” she said, caressing his cheek.

Ron sat back on his elbows, pulling Hermione on top of him. He reached underneath him and pulled out a golden heart. She smiled at it. “I recognize that,” she whispered, touching it.

“Oh, but this isn’t what you think it is,” he said. “This is something a bit different.”

“Oh?” she asked. “What then?”

Ron clasped the heart in his hand and let his attention go directly back to Hermione’s face, which was an inch from his own. “I’ve been thinking, Hermione…” he paused. “I mean… I’ve been seriously thinking about the past few years we’ve been together. It’s been nearly four years, and I still love you as much today as I did the day I told you how I felt.”

Hermione smiled tenderly. “As do I, Ron.”

“And I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner. I knew I’d always felt like that. You’re so amazing, Hermione, and you and I fit together perfectly. We’re like two puzzle pieces. We may not look or appear the same, but when you put the corners together, we fit flawlessly. We’ve only started the puzzle, Hermione,” he said. He brought the golden heart out in front of his face, blew onto it, and watched it turn into a dazzling diamond ring. “I’d like to start adding the pieces.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped onto Ron’s chest. “A-A-Are you a-asking what I think you are… Ron?”

“Hermione, will you marry me?”

Tears were steadily flowing down Hermione’s cheeks. She couldn’t speak, no matter how hard she tried. Ron grabbed her left hand and slipped the ring on. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It’s a yes,” she said and pressed her lips to Ron’s. He encircled his arms around her waist and brought her deep into his embrace.

“I love you so much, Miss Granger.”

“I love you…Mr. Weasley,” she finished. She was beginning to comprehend that his last name was soon going to be hers.

Hermione looked up into Ron’s eyes, watching them sparkle with love and admiration. She realized how much she truly loved the color blue.