Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling's magical brain does.
AN : This is a cute 3-shot of Ron proposing to Hermione and second chapter is the wedding organisation, third chapter wedding :)
Rons P.O.V
I was as nervous as hell, I can tell you that. Proposing to Hermione was as hard as fighting off five basilisks at one time. I didn't know how she would react, or what she would say. I didn't wantto be too early on into the relationship, I wasn't an expert at this sort of thing, obviously, I hadn't proposed to my soulmate before.
I had been going out with her for three years, and things were pretty steady. Her and I had decided to take things further after the war. Mum was still pretty distraught after Fred died, and so we decided to keep quiet for a while. We sat in empty rooms of the Burrow, talking and sitting close together. Hermione was still snappy and bossy, but I loved her for it. Every time she told me off, a silent pleasure filled up inside me. I couldn't help but grin. No wonder she stared in disbelief when barked at me.
I had met her parents a few times, back in Muggle universe. They were pretty nice, considering they were very different from me and my family. I was determined to make a good impression, just for Hermiones sake, and sometimes mine, because if I got their blessing, I could ask her to marry me.
It had been a tough time bringing it up with her father. I wanted to bring it up the right way.
Mr Granger was out in the "garage", a place where cars are kept, fixing some old chair with nails and a hammer.
"Alright, Mr Granger?" I stood in the garage glancing at the poor man crouching over a chair.
"Oh, hello Ronald."
"Need some help?" Mr Granger stood up and grinned broadly.
"Oh yes please!"
"Well, watch out, just in case."
Mr Granger stood back. His eyes were bright as he gazed at me pulling out my wand.
"Reparo!" I said confidently, and the chair quickly rewinded back to its original state.
"Thanks!" Mr Granger was staring at me now, and I smiled bashfully.
"Actually, Mr Granger... I came in here to ask you something," I muttered.
"Well, what is it, son?"
"Hm.. How do I start," I murmered under my breath. "Well.. You know how Hermione and I have been going out for ... some time now, and I, well... would like to ask her to marry me."
Mr Granger looked taken aback. His face was shocked and I could see a grin creeping along his face.
"And, I wanted to do this the proper way, asking for your permission."
"Well, son," Mr Granger began, smiling broadly now. "I know how much Hermione loves you, she tells her mother too many times. You've been a very dear friend, and now boyfriend to her. I would love to allow you to marry her but mark my words, hurt her and you will have me to answer to."
I felt weird there. Mr Granger had never been angry at me, or threatening. I hadn't done anything to him... Have I?
"Well... um. Okay." I said worriedly, Hermione had a lot of male cousins and uncles.
Mr Granger shocked me even more by bursting into laughter. He wheezed and held his back as he groaned in happyness.
"You! Your face!" Mr Granger stood up and coughed. "Your face! I'm kidding, son, I know you would never hurt Hermione."
"Wow, well thanks Mr Granger. Thank you for your blessing."
"Oh, no problem Ronald," putting his hand on my tall shoulders as we walked out of the garage. "And, call me John."
I had decided to ask Hermione to marry me on her birthday. It was only a couple of weeks away, giving me a couple of weeks to prepare: practising saying the right words. I was bloody scared, but excited too. I was finally going to be married! No more Mr Unmarried Ron for me!
It was her birthday, and the plans were that she would celebrate down at her parents house for most of the day, then arrive in the evening by Apparation at the Burrow. Mum had organised a giant party, and made a large chocolate cake shaped like a book. It was labelled "House Elfs. Should they be cared for Properly?" and mum had bewitched the pages so they opened up like a real book. The words and pictures were written and drawn in icing, perfectly. The minute I saw it, I knew it was amazing. Hermione would never want to eat it, or let others eat it. This made me sad, because I was desperate for a page or two.
I sat in the kitchen of my home, and gazed at the clock mum still kept in the kitchen. All of the family's faces were pointing at Home, and poor Fred's face wasn't there. I clenched my fists in anger, I could have been there at the time, saved him. My head got sore and I felt like crying, my eyes were stinging and my knuckles almost broke out the skin. The sudden rush of anger made me storm out of my chair and kick it to the floor.
It made a loud crack and I saw the chair back slowly fall from the seat. "Reparo," I muttered with my wand, and the chair clicked back together, like rewinding. I chuckled to myself, remembering about when I asked Hermione's dad about permission. Hermione. That was the only thing that could make me happy at that moment. Her face burst into my mind, and the horrible war dissappeared out of my head. Her face was the only thing dominating my thoughts, her beautiful brown curly hair and gorgeous brown eyes.
Mum ran into the room at that moment.
"Oh! Ron, what was that bang?"
"Nothing, just knocked over a chair," I murmered.
"Oh well," Mum sighed, then brightened up. "Anyways, Hermione will be here in a minute, so come into the living room!"
I followed Mum through into the living room, where Ginny, Harry, George, Bill, Dad, Fleur, Teddy and Victoire were relaxing in the room, waiting on Hermione to appear in the middle of the room. The giant cake was placed in the corner of the room, which Victoire and Teddy were fiddling and playing with a ball of wool that had been placed beside them, like two cats. This reminded me of in 2nd year at Hogwarts, when Hermione took Polyjuice Potion, not realising it was actually cat hair she used, and she transformed into a half-cat. She was so hairy and creepy then. Not like now. I chuckled out loud at this, and George looked at me strangely.
I took my place beside him and Dad, and we waited for Hermione to arrive.
"Any moment now," Mum whispered, glancing at her Muggle watch Dad had bought her.
All of a sudden, a loud crack errupted through the room, making Ted and Victoire jump. I grinned, for Hermione had appeared. She was gorgeous, wearing a beautiful blue dress that hugged her curves sexily. Her hair was tied back into an elegant updo, and she had a gorgeous blue jewel necklace on. I didn't breathe.
"SURPRISE!" Everyone yelled, and I forgot to. Hermione shrieked at the fright, and put her hand on her heart.
"Wow, you almost gave me a heart attack!" she breathed and grinned.
"Hermione, dear, Happy Birthday! How are you?" Mum asked her.
"Oh I'm great, I had an excellent birthday, my parents treated me well! Lots of Muggle things, Mr Weasley, if you want to have a look," she turned towards Dad.
"Oh, fabulous, fabulous!" Dad exclaimed enthusiastically
"Oh, never mind about that now, Arthur," Mum scolded him, "Come and look at the cake Hermione!"
She ushered her past Fleur who was picking Victoire up from the floor, muttering things about getting her dress dirty. Mum stood her by the table, where the cake was sitting in all its glory. Hermione gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth. The cake was pretty big, I'de be surprised too.
"Oh, Mrs Weasley, you shouldn't have gone to too much trouble! Its only my 20th! Its not like I'm never going to have another birthday."
"Hermione, it took me about an hour to make tops, and a further 5 minutes to place the right spells on it."
"Spells? What spells?"
"Oh, well done Mum, ruin it for her!" George piped up.
"Oh nevermind dears, just blow out the candles, then we can dance!"
Mum opened up the book cake, and Hermione's eyes widened. In blue icing, the words "Happy 20th Hermione, Have a good one!" were scribed along the frosting. The next page started the story, with a picture of a house elf wearing a towel round its groin was standing looking depressed.
"I'm definately not having that bit," George whispered to Percy.
Percy stifled a chuckle because Mum glared at him and George menacingly.
"1.. 2... 3.." Mum started off.
We all sang a happy wizard birthday, and Hermione blew out her candle, and made a wish. She looked so concentrated and puzzled, I thought she had been jinxed. We all hip hip hoorayed, and Bill flicked the music on. Everyone started to dance, except me and George, we were never really dancers. More swayers.
Everyone had gone off into their own little groups and I was finally alone with her now.
"Hey," I smiled, grasping her hands.
"Hello," she said quietly and grinned back at me.
"Did you have a nice birthday? I think Mum bombarded you. Sorry."
Hermione laughed. "Of course not, Ron. It was lovely."
"Yeah, well..." I said, and suddenly my stomach flew up in my throat. "Come 'ere."
Hermione and I wandered out into the garden. It was quiet and peaceful here, the gnomes were asleep because they had no one to bother, ruddy things. The old shed stood gloomily in the night, but the Puffapod Dad was growing in the garden was bright pink, and glittered. I silently strode over with Hermione and sat down on the old crickety bench. I still had her hands in mine and I was gulping every five seconds, nervous as hell.
"What is it, Ron?"
"Well, you know me not to be the romantic type," I kissed her cheek and grinned broadly and she laughed, "and well you've known me what.. nine years now? That first day I saw you on the train, well, wow, I thought you were some sort of alien with your bushy hair and teeth."
I saw her frown and look mad so I quickly rushed on.
"Oh, what I mean is... well after that, you got really pretty. And I was beginning to like you more and more until Lavender came along. Well she didn't really come along, I was angry at Ginny for saying I'm a loner, so I just used Lavender for kissing lessons. I didn't want to kiss you knowing I was bloody rubbish, even though I thought I would never be here, with you, beautiful Hermione."
I went red, and I felt very bashful. May as well blurt it out now.
"Hermione Granger... I love you, and will you marry me?"
"Yes!" she yelled and threw herself on to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. My bones went all jelly and my heart thumped feverishly. I was all warm inside and all I could feel was the girl in my arms. I reached my neck round and kissed her on the lips. Once we broke off, we were both breathing heavier.
"Thank you," I grinned, then I remembered something. "Oh, about the rings, I knew you would like to pick something out, so I left it. But theres a pretty little shop down at Diagon Alley, we can go at the weekend, and that can be your birthday present."
"Great, oh Ron, I love you!"
"Me too, fiancée," I teased, gazing into her eyes.
"Ahh.. fiancée," Hermione dreamed.
"Well, all we gotta do now is tell our parents," I mumbled, wondering how happy Mum and Dad would be. They loved Hermione.
"Oh yeah.. My mum will be happy. Dad too, you know. He does like you a lot."
"Yep, I realised," I laughed, remembering the garage scene.
"Ron?" Hermione glanced up at me, still in my arms.
"Yeah?"
"You asking me to marry you, well that was my birthday wish."
I grinned at that and leaned in to kiss her once more. Oh no... here comes Mum.