Title: Four Words

Rating: T for some language and normal teenage behavior

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement. I only use them as a means to de-stress myself.

Summary: Two years after the death of Lord Voldermort, the trio is invited back to Hogwarts, but will Hermione and Ron's relationship survive the trip?

Spoilers: All books including Deathly Hallows.

Chapter 1

"Ron. Ron. Ronald!"

Ron's eyes sprang open and he shot up out of bed, having to hold on to his bed's iron headboard to keep him from falling onto the cluttered floor below. His eyes came into focus on Hermione, who was standing only inches from him with her hands on her hip and her right foot tapping wildly against the creaky floorboards beneath her feet.

"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron groaned, lying back down in his bed and pulling the blankets up over his head. "It's early," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon," Hermione stated, mildly irritated.

She grabbed the blanket that covered him and whipped it off his body, letting it fall carelessly onto the floor. In the past, Ron might have been embarrassed of his tattered grey T-Shirt and striped maroon and green shorts that he wore to bed, but his embarrassment was long gone. Being woken up by Hermione happened at least once a week, if not more.

"I thought we agreed you weren't going to apparate into my room anymore," Ron muttered, still half asleep.

"First of all, you agreed, I never did. And second of all, I didn't apparate. Harry let me in through the front door."

Ron grunted.

"You know, one of these days, I'm going to mix a sleeping potion into your pumpkin juice so I can have some peace and quiet for once," Ron grumbled, sitting up in bed. "You and Harry."

"It'll never work," Hermione said, smirking.

"Oh, and why's that?"

"Sleeping potions have a strong floral order. I'd know what you were doing before you could even slip it in my drink. And you'd know that, too, if you had paid attention in potions."

"And if you had spent less time paying attention in potions, we could have spent more time doing this…"

Ron reached for her arm and pulled her down onto the bed on top of him. She giggled as he brushed his lips against hers. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him and kissed her more deeply.

"I didn't come over for that," Hermione said, playfully pushing him off of her. She sat up and leaned against the headboard, running a hand through her tousled hair. Ron sat up beside her and kissed her on the cheek, which had turned a crimson red.

It had been two years since Ron and Hermione had shared their first kiss and it still made Hermione's cheeks red anytime Ron kissed her. It wasn't that she was embarrassed, but she still had trouble believing that, after all the time they spent together, they actually were together.

After the fateful night when they helped destroy Voldermort, Ron and Hermione returned to the Burrow with Harry and the rest of the Weasley family to bid a final farewell and to bury their fallen friends. For more than a week, Hermione and Ron never parted, afraid that someone might tell them that it wasn't really over and that they would have to go back and fight Voldermort all over again. After all the time they had both wasted bickering and not admitting their feelings for one another, they didn't want to lose any more time with each other. Harry and Ginny acted very much in the same way. For the first time, excluding the lonely summers when Harry had to stay with the Dursley's, Harry spent less time with Ron and Hermione than ever before. But, as things settled and they all realized that the battle between good and evil was all finally over, things started to go back to normal. Within a few weeks, Ron and Harry decided to get a flat together and Hermione and Ginny did the same. Although Ron hinted that he would rather have been living with Hermione, she felt it was both inappropriate and too early in their relationship to even consider such a step. So, instead, they all settled on living within close proximity to the Burrow and each other, not wanting to ever be far from each other again.

"So, what did you come over for?" Ron asked.

Hermione pulled a piece of parchment out of her Jeans pocket.

"To show you this."

She handed it over to Ron.

"A letter from Hogwarts?"

With his free hand, Ron entwined his fingers with hers.

"Read it," Hermione prompted.

Ron unfolded the paper and began to read it out loud.

"Dear Ms. Granger, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry requests your presence for dinner on Friday evening. Sincerely, Professor McGonagall, Headmistress."

"Professor McGonagall wants to invite you for dinner?"

"Yes and there's more. Read the bottom."

Ron looked at the bottom of the paper. "P.S. Feel free to come a few days early and visit." Ron glanced over at Hermione. "She always did have a soft spot for you."

"She had a soft spot for all of us," Hermione corrected.

"Well, especially for you."

"That's because I did my homework. And besides, she didn't just invite me."

Hermione pointed out the window as a large, brown barn owl flew towards them and perched outside on the ledge. Ron got out of bed and opened the window. The owl dropped the envelope it had in its beak into Ron's hand. In return, Ron reached into the top drawer of his bureau and fed the owl a small treat. With a hoot, the owl soared away again.

Ron returned to the bed and sat down with a flop as he opened the envelope.

"I got the same letter," he remarked.

"Ginny and Harry got them too," Hermione told him.

"Have you been going around waking up everyone this morning?" Ron asked.

"Unlike some people," Hermione began, playfully jabbing him in the chest with her thumb, "there are those of us who like to get up before the day is done."

"But why would McGonagall be inviting us to dinner?"

"Think about it, Ron." He didn't respond. "What's Friday?"

He thought for a moment. "The last day of the week before the weekend?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, something she had a tendency to do a lot when she and Ron were together.

"This Friday is the second anniversary of the death of Lord Volder…"

"Don't say his name!" Ron shouted, covering her mouth with his hand.

"Oh for goodness sake, Ron," Hermione said as she pried Ron's hand from her mouth. "He's dead and he's never coming back." She sighed. "Anyway, Harry, Ginny, and I have already decided we're leaving tomorrow."

"You've all decided, huh? What if I didn't want to go tomorrow? What if I had plans?"

"Oh please, what plans would that be?"

"I could have work," Ron insisted.

"Ronald, you're a waiter at The Leaky Cauldron."

Ron could sense the annoyance in her voice that he was still working there. He had taken the job initially because his mother insisted that he had to get out of the house and do something with his life. The job was never meant to be permanent, but Ron was enjoying learning how the business was run and he loved talking to the costumers who came in. As far as he was concerned, he would be content working there for the rest of his life.

"I think Tom can afford to give you the day off," Hermione continued.

"And what about your classes?"

As for Hermione, she had immediately enrolled at Warprov University, the most prestigious university for witches and wizards who wished to continue their education. Her concentration was in history of both the magical and muggle worlds, although she excelled in all of her classes.

"I don't think your professors will take kindly to you missing an entire week of classes," Ron stated.

"We're on holiday, remember?"

"Oh right."

Ron had completely forgotten that the ministry had declared the day Voldermort had been defeated a holiday. Hermione's university, however, decided the day was so important that they gave them the whole week off.

"Besides, why are you being so negative? Don't you want to go back to visit Hogwarts?"

Ron shrugged as he lazily twirled a strand of her golden brown hair around his finger.

"Things are just so different now. There's just a lot of…bad memories there."

"And a lot of good ones," Hermione reminded him. "We wouldn't have met if it weren't for Hogwarts."

Ron smiled. "I thought you were trying to give me examples of good memories."

"You'll pay for that Ronald Weasley."

She began to tickle him, knowing exactly where his weaknesses were. As she reached a spot right above his knee, Ron squealed to make her stop.

"Okay," he said panting from laughing so much. "I promise I'll never say anything bad about our relationship again."

"Good, then I'll see you tomorrow at eight AM sharp."

"AM? Why do we have to get there so early? It's not like we have to go on the train. We can just apparate into Hogsmeade and…"

"8 AM, Ronald," she sad sternly.

"Alright, 8 AM," he begrudgingly agreed.

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

Hermione tried to get up, but Ron caught her wrist and began to kiss up her arm slowly.

"I have a better idea. I think we should…"

But before he could finish his sentence, she was gone, and he was alone.