A/N: Guess who finally updated? Here is the sequel to A Promise Broken. I hope you all enjoy this as much as the first one.

Disclaimer: Not mine, hers. The end.

Some of these inserts are directly from the book/movie. No infringement is intended in any way.

Some inserts are from A Promise Broken, so if it isn't a hundred percent accurate, that is why. It is a sequel after all. It should contain some of the older story's plot.

Not beta'ed. Ignore all mistakes. Please.

Each line break represents a different memory.

A Promise Kept

Hermione stood facing Ron. It was at this moment that seven years of memories flashed before her; seven years of trials, happiness, sorrow, triumph, and most of all…love. At the end of the flower-littered aisle, stood two souls. Two souls that held the trials of time and in the end, came out victorious and most importantly in love; because when you can look at your soon-to-be-husband in the face and know that since eleven years old he had been constantly fighting death by your side, he is definitely the one.

1st year

"It's levi-osa! Not leviousa. No wonder she doesn't have any friends…"

Ron was shoved from the side as a bushy-haired girl collided her shoulder against his, head ducked down with a book tightly pressed against her chest.

"I think she heard you, mate," Harry replied.

"I have to sacrifice myself to win. It's the only way," Ron exclaimed during the chess battle.

"No, Ron!"

" 'Mione, if I do this, that leaves the king open. That means you have the opportunity to end the game."

"Ron…" Hermione whispered, unshed tears dangerously close to spilling over.

"Knight to E-5."

"Check mate," Hermione announced as the black chess pieces began to crack and spiral towards massive heaps.

Hermione ran towards Ron to see that sloppy, lop-sided grin smiling at her from his beaten body. Hermione beamed at him with pride and adoration; because no other boy had ever sacrificed himself for her before and even eleven year old girls know what a knight in shining armor looks like.

2nd year

"You'll pay for that, Malfoy!"

Laughter. Vomit. Shame.

"Ronald, you shouldn't have tried to hex Malfoy," Hermione chided softly to the boy lying down in the infirmary, puking out the occasional slug instead of the stream of them from earlier.

"He shouldn't have called you that, 'Mione," Ron argued, "Doesn't matter, It ended up back-firing anyway," Ron added bitterly, ashamed at once again failing.

"Thank you." Hermione whispered, so low that Ron almost didn't catch it.

Ron looked at Hermione and smiled before puking out another slug.

Ron read the message, swallowed hard and looked sideways at the empty seat usually filled by Hermione.

"You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She's just giving out Mandrake juice - I dare say the Basilisk's victims will be waking up any moment."

'So Hermione's Okay!' said Ron brightly.

3rd year

"Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Hermione?" asked Harry, while Ron sniggered. Hermione ignored them.

"I still have ten Galleons," she said, checking her purse. "It's my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present."

'How about a nice book?' said Ron innocently, though the look of mirth in his eyes and the grin on his face said differently.

"Please, sir," said Hermione, 'the werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf –"

'That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,' said Snape. "Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

Hermione went very red, put down her hand and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears, Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, "You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?"
The class knew instantly he'd gone too far. Snape advanced on Ron slowly, and the room held its breath.

"Detention, Weasley….."

Hermione never heard the rest, once again Ron came in with a white horse and Hermione couldn't help but smile through the tears.

Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backwards. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.

"C'mon," Malfoy muttered, and next moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.

'Hermione!' Ron said again, sounding both stunned and impressed.

4th year

Fourth year was rough for the trio. Harry being a champion, what Ron likes to call the "Yule Ball" incident, and lastly the return of Voldemort casting a shadow of gloom in the trio's lives.

"But Hogwarts is hidden," said Hermione, in surprise. "Everyone knows that . . . well, everyone who's read Hogwarts, A History, anyway."

"Just you then," said Ron.

"Hermione, Neville's right - you are a girl...'

"Just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!"

"Why don't you go and find Vicky, he'll be wondering where you are," said Ron.

"Don't call him Vicky!'" Hermione jumped to her feet, and stormed off across the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd.

'Are you going to ask me to dance at all?' Padma asked him.

'No,' said Ron, still glaring after Hermione.

Fleur looked at Ron after the incident when she couldn't save her sister.

"You 'elped –"

"Yeah," said Ron, looking extremely hopeful, 'yeah, a bit –"

Fleur swooped down on him, too, and kissed him. Hermione looked simply furious.

5th year

"We do try," said Ron. "We just haven't got your brains or your memory or your concentration - you're just cleverer than we are - is it nice to rub it in?"

"Oh, don't give me that rubbish," said Hermione, but she looked slightly mollified as she led the way out into the damp courtyard.

"Okay, write that down," Hermione said to Ron, "then add this conclusion I've written for you."

"Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met," said Ron weakly, "and if I'm ever rude to you again –"

"- I'll know you're back to normal," said Hermione.

"Yes, Harry," said Hermione gently, "but all the same, there's no point pretending that you're not good at Defence Against the Dark Arts….Viktor always said –"

Ron looked round at her so fast he appeared to crick his neck. Rubbing it, he said, "Yeah? What did Vicky say?"

"Ho ho," said Hermione in a bored voice. "He said Harry knew how to do stuff even he didn't, and he was in the final year at Durmstrang."

Ron was looking at Hermione suspiciously.

"You're not still in contact with him, are you?"

"So what if I am?' said Hermione coolly, though her face was a little pink. 'I can have a pen-pal if I –"

"He didn't only want to be your pen-pal," said Ron accusingly.

6th year

"I - not that bad," Hermione in a small voice.

"Oh, come off it," said Ron, striding over to her and whipping her results out of her hand.

"Yep - ten 'Outstandings' and one 'Exceeds Expectations' at Defense Against the Dark Arts." He looked down at her, half-amused, half-exasperated. "You're actually disappointed, aren't you?" Hermione shook her head.

As Ron laid down in the infirmary he said one thing while unconscious, ""Er-my-nee,"

Lavender stormed out of the hospital wing while Hermione twitched a tiny smile into her face, victoriously.

"I'm right here, Ron," Hermione whispered as she laid in bed with him.

Ron, Harry saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose.

7th year

Ron tripped dazedly toward Harry and Hermione.

"You're okay," he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.
"I thought – I thought – "

"'M all right," said Ron, patting her on the back. "'M fine."

"Ron was great," said Tonks warmly, relinquishing her hold on Lupin. "Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you're aiming at a moving target from a flying broom –"

"You did?" said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck.

"Always the tone of surprise," he said grumpily, breaking free.

"…Wow," Ron added, blinking rather rapidly as Hermione came hurrying toward them. "You look great!"

"Always the tone of surprise," said Hermione, though she smiled.

Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair. He turned to Hermione. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you staying, or what?"

"I…" She looked anguished.

"Yes – Yes, I'm staying. Ron, we said we'd go with Harry, we said we'd help – "
"I get it. You choose him."

"Ron, no – please – come back, come back!" She was impeded by her own shield charm; by the time she had removed it he had already stormed into the night. Harry stood quite still and silent, listening to her sobbing and calling Ron's name amongst the trees. After a few minutes she returned, her sopping hair plastered to her face.

"He's g-g-gone! Disapparated!" She threw herself into a chair, curled up, and started to cry.

"Harry? I was wond-," Hermione was saying as she came out of the tent, stopping mid sentence when she realized who was accompanying her best friend. Hermione's eyes went from a honey hazel brown to a look of pure death, her eyes closing into slits rimmed with loathing. Both boys flinched.

"What are you doing here," came Hermione's scathing question, directed at Ron with such malice he didn't know how to respond. It took him a while to calm down his nerves and come up with a justifiable answer, in Ron's terms anyway.

"I'm back, 'Mione," was Ron's reply, accompanied by his signature lop-sided grin he wore when he was nervous about a situation. At one point Hermione had found it endearing; now she wasn't so sure.

"Apparently Ronald, I'm neither blind nor stupid; either way you can just turn right back around," was her dismissive answer.

"Haven't you realized by now it has always been you?"

Ron's hold on Hermione slackened, shocked. No, he hadn't realized it had always been him. There was Krum in fourth year and Hermione always scolded him at every turn.

"No, I-" his reply was cut off as Hermione kissed him, fisted her hands into his t-shirt almost clinging on for dear life. The kiss was needy, sloppy even. But boy, was it perfect. He ran his tongue against her lips and she backed off, tears in her eyes flowing like miniature waterfalls down her beautiful face.

"I-I love y-you," Hermione sobbed, looking at Ron with need in her eyes, she needed him to love her back.

That was all Ron needed, he had her back and more than before. He was never going to mess up again.

"I love you too, 'Mione, blimey, I love you so much."

She opened her mouth, "Promise to never leave?"

At that moment Ron knew with out a doubt that here he would be, "always."

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

"Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "Oi! There's a war going on here!"

Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.

"I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?"

Ron clutched Hermione as Voldemort fell, both teenagers finally able to rest by Harry's side. The war was over. They had each other. They both turned towards the other, faces marred with dirt and eyes drooping with weariness. Seven months. Seven months of fleeing, fighting, and encountering one dead-end after another. Seven years. Seven year of pain, fighting, and lost childhood. Finally, Harry approached the couple; all three looking worse for wear; yet nothing could shield the identical looks of bright eyes and even brighter smiles. Finally, all they had to worry about was each other.


"'Mione?" the groom asked.

Hermione snapped her attention back to the man standing in front of her, a look of utter confusion on her face while he held a look of worry before she turned to the minister.

"Do you take this man to be your husband," Shacklebolt asked again, having been asked to marry the couple; happily agreeing of course.

Hermione looked at Ron, eyes shining and face a plaster of happiness, "Of course,"

Ron thrust into Hermione once again letting out a long moan of approval. Hermione clawed at his back, marks forming angrily as she clutched on, orgasm beginning to peak and her body shaking with the need to just…let go.

"Ronald, faster!"

Ron slammed his hips into the petite body underneath him, meeting his thrusts with those of her own, both bodies soaking with sweat as they claimed each other.

Hermione's walls began to tighten as the friction of their bodies brought a delightful feeling to her clit as Ron's prick rubbed the inside of her walls, stimulating her more so.

As Hermione's walls tightened around Ron's prick, bringing him to orgasm, he plunged into her warm core once, twice and then white brilliance closed in around his sight.

He brought his fingers to her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud until Hermione joined soon after wards.

Limp. Sated. Content.

Both bodies lay limp as the newly wed couple desperately tried to regain their breathing. Ron finally hauled himself upwards and rolled off his bride.

"I love you, 'Mione."

"I love you too, Ron"

Ron began to doze off as Hermione watched her husband, mouth slightly gaped open, breaths coming in shallow, peaceful gasps. It was perfect and it was at that moment that Hermione remembered that promise so many months ago. He really is going to stay, always.

A/N: As always, reviews are highly appreciated.