Trivial Matters

Ron and Hermione are having another rather trivial arguement. But neither of them could have imagined where it would lead...

NB: I own nothing! J.K Rowling owns all characters etc

Ron sighed. This was going to start an arguement; he was certain of it.

Sure enough, the moment Hermione saw what had happened to her beloved Hogwarts: A History book, she flipped.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!"

Ron winced, then sighed and came out from behind the couch. "'Mione, it was an accident, I wanted to cook a nice meal for you so that you wouldn't have to cook when you got home..."

"And you did THAT to my book!" She shouted, pointing at the few remaining - and viciously scorched - pages.

"It was sitting right next to the oven!" He said defensively, his voice already increasing in volume.

"You could've moved it before you tried to cook!"

"I didn't even notice it, 'Mione! I never pay attention to your books!"

Hermione looked more hurt by this than the fact that he had ruined her favourite book.

Ron sighed. "Because," he said, "I don't understand them. I'm not clever enough to understand your books."

"Oh, yes you are," she retorted. "And you're certainly clever enough to notice when you're about to burn a book!"

"Oh, come on!"

"No! You need to start using your eyes! You can't see a thing! You never notice anything!"

"I notice you!"

"Only when you want to snog me!"

"You know that's not true!"

"Oh, come on!"

"No, Hermione! Of course I notice you! You're the most beautiful woman in the world!"

"Ronald, you never notice when I've changed my hair, or bought a new dress, or..."

"Of course I notice!"

"Well, you never say anything!"

"Just bloody marry me, would you?"

They both stared at each other. Neither of them could believe Ron had just said that.

"Do you mean that?" Hermione whispered.

"Yeah," Ron whispered back.

Hermione stared at him. Then she smiled at him. Then she burst out laughing.

"Trust you to propose in the middle of an arguement," she giggled.

Ron shuffled his feet across the wooden floor nervously. "What do you say?" He asked after a little while.

"Oh, of course I'll marry you," Hermione crooned, moving closer to him. "I've been waiting for you to propose for sch a long time. I was seriously considering doing it myself."

He grinned and sighed in relief, then suddenly looked panicked. "I don't have a ring," he said.

She laughed again. "That's fine, Ronald. This way, I can go with you."

"Good," Ron smirked. "Um... Are you still mad about me ruining your book?"

Hermione grinned at him and shook her head. "I can buy another one," she said before shaking her head again and correcting herself: "You can buy another one for me."

"Deal," Ron said with a grin.

Hermione kissed him, and as he wrapped his arms around her waist, he thought, I'm the luckiest man in the world.

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