Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling, of course.

Author's Note: I need some fluff, and decided to expirament in the Harry Potter fandom. I adore Ron/Hermione. Don't worry, they won't all be memories. Please read, enjoy, and give me some feedback. Love you all!

A is for April

"Ron?"

A thirty-year-old redhead man by the name of turned on his side to face the woman he shared his bed with. She'd spoken, and he wasn't sure if she was sleep talking or actually trying to get his attention. "Yes?" He questioned quietly, blinking slowly with his curious green eyes.

The petite brunette woman's eyes opened. Moonlight streamed through the window and onto her glittering irises. She had a slight smile on her face as she spoke. "It's April 16th."

"I know, Hermione."

Ronald Weasley thought the April full moon was always the prettiest. He sat, surrounded by stars, a perfect glowing sphere cut into the black velvet sky. He was laying out in the moist grass a little after midnight, contemplating his life after graduating.

He heard a twig crack. Rolling his eyes so he could see the person who had just arrived, Ron managed a small smile. "Hello, Hermione." She said nothing in response to his greeting, simply sat down and looked up at the moon. They'd been together since the battle against Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and he found comfort in the silence he shared with her.

"Hermione?" Ron's heart suddenly jumped into his throat.

Her chocolate eyes left the moon and ventured to look at him. "Hmm?"

Ron was silent for a few seconds: he was struck dumb by the way she looked in the light of the full moon. "What are you going to do after Hogwarts?" The seventeen-year-old boy finally asked.

She blinked, processing, then looked again at the sky. "I don't really know, Ron."

"Marry me, then."

Hermione's eyes widened she she snapped her head around to look at him. "What did you say, Ron? I think I heard you wrong..." She blushed, an obvious admission that she had heard, but didn't know what to say.

"Marry me, Hermione!" He repeated, sitting up and nudging her playfully so she was lying the grass and he could hold himself above her. He grinned, full of hope. "Marry me..." His voice quieted to a whisper, and his expression became serious as he watched her think.

Ron loved watching Hermione Granger think.

She didn't speak. She simply reached up and grasped the back of his head with her perfect hands to pull his mouth down onto hers. They kissed for what seemed like eons. Ron was shaking when he pulled back to get some air. He waited for her to answer, feeling nervous and more in love than he had ever felt in his life.

The quiet "Yes," that escaped from Hermione's lips caused him to dive in for another kiss.