SURPRISE

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry about the wait, I had a hard time with this chappie, but I really hope you enjoy it. Oh! And sorry about my horrible description of Stonehenge, I've never been there. And sorry for my mistake about Mrs. Weasley's amount of children. I knew she had seven so I have no idea why I wrote five.

Harry, Ron and Hermione (along with Crabbe and Goyle) arrived with a loud "Crack" on the lawn outside the burrow. The home was humble looking as usual, but Harry felt that something seemed different. He just couldn't quite place a finger on what it was.

"It's so quite," Ron commented.

Yep, that was it! The burrow was unusually silent. Rarely was the yard uninhabited by Mr. Weasley working or one of the grandchildren frolicking.

"Maybe they're inside," Harry suggested. They couldn't have gone anywhere; Harry owled to tell Mrs. Weasley that they'd be home this afternoon.

The trio made their way gingerly toward the front porch of the Burrow. Hermione carefully set down the small cage that contained their dim-witted foes and Harry knocked on the old wooden door which caused Ron to offer him a strange look.

"Why are you knocking?" He asked incredulously. "You practically live here, just walk in!"

Ron sighed as he turned the brass door knob and pushed open the door. The trio stepped inside into the tiny living room. It was silent.

The three friends moved around quietly, stepping slowly and carefully through the room. It was dark except for the small streams of light that flooded through the windows and it was deftly silent.

"Where is everyone?" Hermione asked with a slightly fearful tone.

"Dunno," Harry responded lightly as he took out his wand. Hermione and Ron followed suite and extracted their own wands.

"Hello!" Ron yelled. Harry rolled his eyes and shot Ron a frustrated glance.

"That's brilliant Ron. Let all the death eaters know we're here," Harry hissed quietly.

Ron frowned at him. "Like they didn't make a run for it when you knocked on the door!" Ron hissed back.

"Guys!" Hermione whispered urgently. She was on the other side of the room near the entrance to the kitchen.

"What?" They both said together. Hermione didn't turn to look at them and kept her wand pointed at the kitchen entrance.

"I heard something," She responded. Ron and Harry both quickly dropped their argument and cautiously made their way to Hermione's side-wands raised.

"On three," Harry whispered, making eye contact with both Ron and Hermione. They nodded in response.

Harry held up his hand and counted down. Three-two-one.

He pushed the door open roughly and all three friends had wands at the ready-prepared to throw the most lethal curses they knew.

"SURPRISE!" A chorus of voices shouted and the room filled with light.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood frozen in the doorway, stunned by the sight. The small kitchen had a vibrant banner that hung from the ceiling which read, 'Congratulations Ron and Hermione!' and the room was filled with friends and family. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, Tonks, Remus, and many others, all smiling brightly.

"Mum!" Ron said aghast. "What's all this for?"

Molly Weasley only smiled more widely and made to hug her youngest son.

"What all this for?" She repeated in a mock baby tone and engulfed Ron in a giant hug. "Oh! My little Ronnikins is a husband! I couldn't be happier!"

When she pulled away, Ron looked completely stunned. This was a wedding reception for him and Hermione!

Mrs. Weasley didn't hesitate as she moved towards Hermione and engulfed her in a hug of the same caliber.

"Hermione, dear! The newest Weasley!" She squealed with Joy. Hermione looked fearful behind her smile and her bright pink cheeks.

"But, Mum," Ron said with utter confusion. "We-were not going to be-"

"Going to be up to the party, were quite tired," Hermione spoke up loudly, cutting Ron off. Now was not the time to tell everyone what happened and how it happened. Mrs. Weasley looked absolutely thrilled and Hermione didn't want to be the one to put a damper on her spirits.

"Oh! But everyone is here!" Mrs. Weasley argued.

"And we traveled so far," commented a voice from behind the mass of red hair. Hermione searched and moving through the crowed was her parents. Hermione's eyes lit up with a mix of shock and joy.

"Mum? Dad?" She stated with a high pitched voice. Hermione couldn't be happier to see her parents, but their presence just made the situation worse! What were they going to say when she told them the truth? They'd be so disappointed!

"Congratulations, Darling!" Hermione's father said as he hugged her.

"We're so happy for you!" Her mother added and hugged her as well.

Hermione forced a natural smile onto her face and looked around at everyone in attendance.

"How did you all know?" Hermione asked. If it was Harry who let them all know, he wouldn't live to see the next day.

Mr. Weasley smiled brightly and stood proudly beside his wife.

"A copy of the marriage certificate was sent here!" He explained.

"Yes, we only wish that we could have been there," Mrs. Weasley stated with disappointment. "You'll have to do it again! I'll help plan the ceremony!" She squealed with excitement.

Hermione forced a laugh and plastered on a nervous smile as Mrs. Weasley engulfed her into another hug. "Oh, great," She giggled nervously.

Just as Mrs. Weasley released her, Ginny attacked her with another hug and Squealed. "Me too!"

"You must have it here at the Burrow," Mrs. Weasley stated as she, Ginny, Tonks and her mother led her further into the kitchen.

"I envision Cherubs and Flowers," Tonks said with a dreamy tone and took in a large breath of air through her nose. "Lilacs," She whispered as she exhaled.

As Hermione was dragged away by the girls Ron still stood frozen in his spot. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to find out! He was hardly able to handle the situation when he Hermione and Harry knew. How was he going to explain this to his family and friends? Ron was mostly shocked at the fact that Hermione was handling it so well.

Ron felt sick and confused and he turned to the only person he could seek comfort in.

He turned to Harry with an utterly pathetic look. Harry couldn't fight the smile forming on his face and he shrugged to his best friend knowing exactly what he was going to ask him.

"Play along I guess," Harry suggested. "It would be rude to turn down your own party."

Before either boy could continue their conversation any further, Fred and George had stepped up between them and were dragging Ron off in the direction of the living room.

"Ron! You Dog!" Fred cheered heartily.

"It's time your favorite brothers have a sit down with you for the long over due talk!" George added as the three boys came to a stop in the quite living room.

"The What?" Ron asked, leaving one state of confusion and entering another.

"Before your Honey moon that is," Fred stated with a smirk.

"Honey moon?" Ron repeated, dazed.

"Now first off," George said bringing his voice lower, but keeping the mischievous demeanor. "We should teach you the contraceptive charm, because no one is ready for a little Ron Weasley to be running around!"

"Merlin, no!" Fred agreed with a bark of laughter. The twins then both placed a large, gangly hand on Ron's shoulders and pushed him into a sitting position on the couch.

"Then, we'll explain to you all about how to please your lady!" Fred said with a wink.

"Sensitive spots like, the ear lobe." Said Fred.

"Throat," Said George.

"Nipples."

"Inner thigh."

"And, the Clitoris!"

"STOP!" Ron finally yelled with fear. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Fred and George both looked suddenly shocked and offended.

"We thought you'd be grateful!" George stated innocently.

Fred placed his hand on his heart. "We want our dear Hermione to have a memorable experience!"

Ron grimaced at his two brothers. Not at the thought of performing sexual acts on Hermione, but at the fact that his brothers were discussing performing sexual acts on his wife!

"Please stop talking about this," Ron pleaded. The twins closed their mouths and looked Ron over silently. Seconds later, both of their mouths hung wide open and they gasped. "Oh!"

Ron's eyes nervously darted between his brothers. "What?" He asked.

"You've already done the deed, haven't you?" George asked with utter shock.

"Bloody hell, Ron, way to go!" Fred cheered with a roguish grin.

"Fred," George said as if he had just received an epiphany. "We've got to go on a camping trip!"

The twins suddenly began to chat away with animated gestures and Ron took the opportunity to sneak away, shaking his head in disbelief.

Who did Fred and George think they were talking like that about Hermione? If anyone was going to say or think things like THAT it would be him! And he sure thought about it a lot! Ron walked half way up the rickety stair case and took a seat with a loud sigh. It was the first moment he had by himself in a long time and it was his chance to finally reflect.

He and Hermione were an item! After seven years of being smitten with the girl, and after all of their cat and mouse games, they were finally together. In some way at least. She had stopped him before he had the chance to officially ask her to be his. He was unsure of the commitment at first, but now that he had time to sit down and think about it, he couldn't imagine being with anyone for the rest of his life except for Hermione! Just that idea would probably knock her off her rocker, but Ron really wanted to start some sort of official relationship with her. It was time to grow up and step up! Ron loved Hermione!

"You're wedding robes dear, They're the most important," Mrs. Weasley commented gleefully as she sized Hermione up with her eyes. The 'girls' had been chatting away for the last thirty minutes about where, how, and when she was going to have her wedding do-over.

"You can still wear white ones, right?" Tonks asked suddenly. Hermione's voice caught in her throat for a moment before she responded.

"Of course!"

"We'll get robes that touch the floor-the trim beaded with pearls," Ginny added with a dreamy voice and spun in a circle as if she had a long, flowing gown on.

"Oh! And may I suggest the Bahamas for you're honeymoon?" Tonks asked.

Hermione smiled in return. "That sounds great!" She stated with a blush. "Will you excuse me?" Hermione asked and didn't wait for a response as she slipped out of the kitchen and made it for the back door.

She stepped outside and quickly, but quietly shut the door behind her. The summer night air was cool, and a gentle breeze caressed her face. Hermione stood for a moment, revealing in the peace and quiet. This road trip had turned out to be something completely different than she had planed. She certainly hadn't expected herself to get drunk (twice), or married, or to be attacked by death eaters, or for her parent's car to be torn apart (which he hadn't told them about yet), or to have transfigured Crabbe and Goyle (Mr. Weasley would be taking them to the ministry tomorrow).

Hermione sighed before taking a short journey into the garden and taking a seat on the bench. This is where she spent many summers hanging out in the garden with Ron and the others.

Ron, she thought. That was the part of the trip she least expected to happen. She and Ron were together now, well, sort of. This was something she had wanted for a very long time and she didn't want it to be taken away. She knew that Ron was afraid of a relationship, and she didn't want to scare him even more, but she was eighteen now and ready to be with Ron. She loved him!

"Hey," uttered a soft voice from behind her.

Hermione spun around quickly with a startled expression. It soften quickly however when she spotted who the voice belonged to.

"Hey," She replied with a small smile and turned back around to look out into the night sky. Ron didn't speak but moved around to sit beside her on the bench.

"Not having fun at the party?" Hermione asked lightly.

Ron shrugged and his cheeks turned pink.

"Er-well, Fred and George attempted to give me a sex talk," He responded shyly.

Hermione smiled. He was so adorable.

"Well, it sounds more interesting than discussing the details of our wedding ceremony," Hermione stated with a light blush. It was surreal how she and Ron had known each other for so long and still managed to get so nervous around each other.

"Why didn't you tell them the truth," Ron asked suddenly with a curious tone.

Hermione's eye brows raised in response. "The truth? You mean how we both got drunk and accidentally got married?"

Ron let lose a small laugh. "Yeah, maybe we should come up with another story," he suggested.

Hermione smiled and shook her head.

"Your Mum might not be too happy, and she's absolutely thrilled right now, and she took the time to put this whole party together, I didn't want to ruin it. I thought we should just let her enjoy it before we tell her we need to get a divorce," Hermione explained sadly.

There was a moment's silence before Ron let out a sigh.

"That sounds so strange," he stated.

"I know," Hermione laughed in agreement. "I'm only eighteen and I'm going to have a marriage and a divorce on my record! I'd rather not."

What would her friends and parents think? Did she really want to go through all that? It wouldn't be that bad to be married to Ron, it's not like she didn't look forward to it in the future anyways.

It was silent once again as Ron and Hermione sat closely-side by side, staring out into the shadowed garden.

"Hermione?" Ron whispered suddenly. Hermione turned to face him, but before she could say anything he was moving.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you," He continued as he moved and kneeled down right in front of Hermione.

Her heart suddenly stopped and her first reaction was to put him out of his misery. She didn't want him to feel like he had to ask her to marry him! That's not what she meant by her earlier statement.

"Ron," She said quickly with a warning tone.

"Hermione," Ron said as he grabbed her tiny hands. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Hermione's heart began pounding again and she let out the large breath she was holding.

"Oh!" She sputtered. "Oh! Yes! Of course!"

"Great!" Ron said, obviously relieved.

"I thought for a moment that you were going to propose!" Hermione gasped and laughed out loud.

"What?" Ron asked in surprise and laughed as well. "I mean, not that I don't plan on it someday, but now is to soon right?"

Hermione suddenly stopped laughing and looked down at Ron with a very serious expression.

"What?" She asked, just to make sure that she wasn't hearing things.

"'What?" Ron also asked, not noticing what he had just said.

"you want to marry me!" Hermione asked with a high pitched voice that was between shock and excitement.

Ron's smile faded and his mouth opened and closed a few times before he was able to speak.

"Well, er-well…yeah, I guess," Ron finally said with a small, crooked smile. "I've never been in love with anyone else and I don't think I will be so-"

"What?" Hermione asked once again, cutting Ron off. "Ron? You Love me? You're on a roll!" She said barley able to contain the smile that was spreading across her face.

"I'm sorry," Ron uttered with a bright blush, realizing what he had just said.

"No!" Hermione retorted, "Don't be!" Hermione's own cheeks flushed and she swallowed hard.

"I-I love you too!" She said, and surprisingly, the words seemed to flow smoothly across her lips. They were now three words that sounded and felt very good.

Ron and Hermione both smiled widely at each other before leaning into each other and sharing a small kiss.

"Do you still want to get a divorce?" Ron asked.

"I guess we don't have to," Hermione responded. "It's not like were obligated to act a certain way."

"Right!" Ron nodded in agreement. "We just go on as normal and when we're ready we can go through with my mums whole ceremony thing."

"Exactly!" Hermione agreed. "So are we engaged then?"

"No, technically were still married, but if saying we're engaged makes this less awkward then…"

"NO, it's fine, I just don't really want to tell anyone what really happened," Hermione said.

"We don't have to," Ron comforted.

"I'd rather it just be our little secret."

They both shared a little laugh and Ron gently took both of Hermione's hands in his.

"Are you sure you want to be married to me?" He asked uncertainly.

Hermione smiled lovingly down at him.

"Ron," She said softly. "I've been planning my wedding since I was five, and I've loved you since I was eleven. I can't imagine being married to anyone else but you," She said.

Ron smiled lovingly back and leaned up to receive a warm, full kiss.

"Hem, Hem!" They heard from behind them and broke apart from they're kiss.

Hermione and Ron both looked around and spotted Harry and Ginny standing before them, hand-in-hand.

"Sorry to interrupt," Harry said with a smirk. Ron and Hermione blushed up at their two friends; they had caught them in a very odd position.

"Were you talking about something important?" Ginny asked.

Ron shrugged and smiled at Hermione's stomach. "I was just having a little chat with my son," He stated casually and patted Hermione's tummy.

Harry and Ginny's jaws both dropped and stared down at Hermione's abdomen.

"What?" Ginny finally spluttered out.

"You-you're pregnant!" Harry asked with shock.

Hermione and Ron suddenly began to laugh. "No," Ron said. "But the look on you're faces was priceless!"

Harry and Ginny both started to breathe again and laughed along with their friends.

"So," Harry said once the laughter died down. "When are you going to tell your folks the truth?"

"Were not," Hermione answered sincerely.

"I think Fred and George would find the story humorous," Ginny commented. She had heard the WHOLE story from Harry.

"That's exactly why I don't want anyone to know!"

"We've decided to just go through with Mum's re-do wedding," Ron explained and Harry and Ginny smiled brightly.

"You two are going to stay married?" Ginny shrieked with happiness.

"Will you be my maid of honor?" Hermione asked sweetly.

"Of course!" Ginny squeaked and swooped down upon her friend with a huge hug.

The future was suddenly starting to look bright! Hermione had gotten a job at the ministry dealing with the rights of magical creatures, she had enough award money to get her own place, and she was finally with Ron! No, not just WITH Ron, but MARRIED to Ron! Hermione couldn't wait to get started on finding a dress, inviting guest, picking out music, a cake! Everything was just perfect! Only one thing was missing as she lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling.

Hermione already missed Ron. Most married couples didn't sleep in separate rooms. Hermione suddenly made a bold move and quietly made her way out of her and Ginny's bedroom, down the hall and into Ron's room. erHer

She entered the dark, quiet room, and immediately thought about turning back once she spotted Harry asleep in the bed on the other side of the room. Hermione decided that she didn't care and silently crept over to the side of Ron's bed.

He looked so adorable when he was asleep. He was laying on his back, covers half-way kicked off. Hermione then bravely crawled in beside him and pulled the covers up over both of them. She didn't move to close to him, in fear of waking him, but as soon as she was settled, she felt Ron's long, strong arm snake around her stomach and his warm breath on her neck. Hermione let a large smile creep across her face as she closed her eyes. Nothing felt more perfect then being in Ron's arms. It looked as if she was going to have to start getting used to calling Mrs. Weasley 'Mum'.

A/N: Well, this is the last chapter of ROAD TRIP since the TRIP is over, but I honestly am not happy with this ending. Do you guys think I should continue? Any ideas? Let me know what you think about this chapter and the future of this fic