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They sat there, staring at each other for a moment, pondering the question.
“This is silly,” Hermione said finally. “We’ve been in love so long who even knows?”
Ron nodded, looking down at the list of questions Hermione’s mum had insisted they answer for some bridal shower game.
“You know,” he said finally, “I said it first.”
“Did you?” Hermione replied, looking surprised, “When?”
“Sixth year. You offered to fix my potion essay and it just sort of slipped out.”
Hermione frowned, giving up on the list and turning her head towards him. “That doesn’t count.”
“Says who?”
“Says the woman you’re marrying,” Hermione shot back. “You were with someone else.”
Ron waved that away with his hand. “Barely.”
“And…you only said it because I was doing your homework, not because you were in love with me.”
“And who says I wasn’t?” Ron countered. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him challengingly. “Because I was. All the way back then. I was in love with you and I said it first.”
Hermione’s argument slid from her face and was replaced with a smile as she jotted down his name next to the question. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?
“No,” he replied with a grin. “Never.”