Nothing particularly special was running along Ron's brain that day. Well, other than the fact that he was going to be at Hogwarts until December.
He trailed behind his mother like a lost puppy. Then a boy with wild brown hair and emerald green eyes shuffled towards us and asked my mother," Do you happen to know where platform nine and three quarters is?"
"Why, yes honey..." she explained while I studied the boy extensivley. He was slightly shorter than me, wore black, thick rimmed glasses and his sweater and black jeans appeared to be a few sizes too large.
We setteled into our train car and the boy introduced himself as Harry Potter. This boy is the REAL Harry Potter. I can't believe this. He is all anyone has talked about for the past decade or so.
I sat and shifted uncomfortably when the trolley witch rolled past. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" She inquired.
"I'm all set," I mumbled, waving my mushy sandwhich in the air.
"We'll take the lot," Harry boldly exclaimed, sliding a handful of coins into the witch's hand. She unloaded armfuls of colorful packages filled with sweets. Harry flashed a smile as he handed me some beans, I explained the wizard candies.

Time skip to Hogwarts, Hoggy, Warty, Hogwarts...
We climbed into the small boat, but as I did so, I tripped and fell into Harry's lap. We both blushed until we were redder than a tomato. I then realized something I hadn't before.

I was in love with this boy. My mind began to spiral, what would Mum and Dad think? What about Ginny and my brothers?

Le time skip

We sat in the middle of the woods, arguing about fish. I was simply exausted with Harry's bickering, so I cupped his face, pulled him in and kissed him.

He pulled a jewelry box from his pocket and said "Here's the locket thingy. Stab it for me, would you?"