Disclaimer: Characters and Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, not me, no matter how much I want them to.

A/N: Based on the alternate ending of Pride and Prejudice staring Keira Knightly.

Hermione closed her eyes and felt the breeze tickle the back of her neck. She could smell the sea air from where she was sat on the sand. She smiled contently to herself. Hearing movement in front her she slowly opened her eyes. Ron had settled himself down on his knees directly opposite her, watching her affectionately.

'How are you feeling this evening my dear?'

He asked sweetly, putting on a posh accent. Hermione creased up her nose and his face fell.

'What?'

He asked nervously. She simply shook her head and smiled at him.

'I'm very well, only I wish you wouldn't call me 'my dear''.

She suppressed a giggle as Ron's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

'Why?'

Hermione took his hands in hers and gazed up at him.

'Because that's what my father calls my mother when he's cross about something'

'So then what am I allowed to call you?'

She paused slightly before continuing.

'Well let me think. 'Hermione' for everyday, 'my pearl' for Sundays, and 'Goddess divine', but only on very special occasions'

Ron raised his eyebrows slightly, looking highly amused.

'And, what shall I call you when I'm cross? Mrs Weasley?'

Hermione caressed the back of Ron's hand with her thumb.

'No, you may only call me Mrs Weasley when you are completely and perfectly happy'

Ron laughed gently and leaned in slightly.

'And how are you this evening, Mrs Weasley?'

He pushed a small strand of hair away from Hermione face and pushed it behind her ear. Ron leaned forward and kissed his new wife on the forehead.

'Mrs Weasley'

Hermione grinned as Ron leaned in once more and kissed her neck.

'Mrs Weasley'

Ron whispered, kissing the top of her nose.

'Mrs Weasley'

Hermione felt another shiver run up her spine as Ron kissed the corner of her mouth.

'Mrs Weasley...'

Ron seemed to ponder this last statement, as if testing it out. A smile spread across his face. He grasped her hands tightly and pulled her to her knees, snaking his arm around her waist. Ron held Hermione close and captured her lips with his own.