Hermione Jean Granger was a girl of reason. Or rather a woman of reason, as her best friend Ginny kept curtly reminding her. Hermione Jean Granger was a woman of reason, and it was that reasoning that had led her to utter one life changing word the night before.

She had been snuggled tightly in a warm blanket in her room at the Burrow reading (rereading actually) one of her favorite romance novels when she heard a knock at the door.

"Hermione? You awake in there?" Ron's voice called quietly. If she hadn't been listening, she wouldn't have heard it and she wondered if that's what he had intended.

"Yeah," she began hastily, shoving the book under her blanket, "come on in."

The door creaked open and the thin, red headed mess that was Ron Weasley emerged from the dark hallway. He was looking rather pale as he wiped his sweating palms on his trousers repeatedly. He looked…scared? Hermione's brain immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusions.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to Harry? Is Ginny alright? Is something going on at Hogwarts? Ronald Weasley I demand that you tell me what is going on right this second!" she commanded as she began to untangle her self from her blanket and reached for her wand.

"What? No! Bloody hell Hermione, you could atleast give me t-time to start," Ron stuttered.

"Oh. Sorry then. What were you going to say?" Hermione frowned. Even if whatever Ron had to say wasn't tragic, it was definitely no joking matter.

"Alright then."

A few moments passed without either of the two making any noise. Hermione resisted the urge to push him as he tried to find the right words.

"So the other day I was thinking about things, about us really. We've been best friends for a while and then we started this whole dating thing. It's been what, a year now?"

"Just under," Hermione supplied.

"Right. What I mean to say is, we've been through a lot together, you know? I can't believe I never noticed this before but I think I'm—" Ron stopped short.

"Think you're what, Ron?" Hermione asked with a curious glint in her wide eyes. What could he possibly be getting at? Maybe he's talking about finally taking that trip to Romania that she'd been badgering him about. Oh, he could be talking about going to help George and Fred with the shop, he did say he wanted to bring in more money for the family. Or maybe-

"Blimey, Hermione, could you stop looking at me like that?" Ron requested rather suddenly.

"What's the problem?" Hermione asked innocently.

"I'm trying to say something important here and you looking at me with those eyes isn't going to help me do it!" Ron snapped.

"Well what would you rather me look at you with, Ron? You came in here wanting to talk to me, I didn't ask to be yelled at!" Hermione sniped. Ron's face softened.

"Look 'Mione, I'm really sorry. It's just…do you think you could turn around?" Ron suggested halfheartedly. She rolled her eyes and turned around, her patience fleeting fast.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"Please just tell me what you're getting at with this whole conversation?" she asked hopefully. Hermione Granger was nothing if not curious.

"Well. Er. You don't have to say yes. It's your choice, it always has been, it always will be. I'd like it if you'd say yes. But no pressure."

"Say yes to what?" Hermione questioned, her voice rising in volume with every word.

"Will you marry me?" Ron asked in a barely audible whisper.

"Ron I swear if you don't learn to speak up—" Hermione started.

"I asked if you would marry me!" his face turning beet red as he the words left his mouth.

Oh.

Oh.

"Ron, it's just that you really hadn't led me on to believe that this was going to happen anytime soon and I have so much I want to do to help the Ministry, it's been a wreck ever since the end of the war and I just didn't see this coming" she babbled.

"So that's a no then?" Ron asked sheepishly.

Hermione took a deep breath and peered at Ron through her messy brown tresses. He was looking at her with wide, unguarded eyes that were rarely seen behind his disheveled hair these days. He wasn't a bad catch, all things considered. It would make sense for her to marry into the Weasley family, everyone expected her to. She turned over the facts in her head and fixed her eyes on the blanked that she had been wrapped in only moments before. It was a good blanked. A little rough and tattered around the edges. Not just long enough to cover her entire body, and sort of patchy in some places, but she knew that this blanket would stay with he until her last breath, it was so well made. It wouldn't make sense to abandon this blanket for a new one, it was so comfortable. She took another deep breath.

"Ron, I'm saying yes," she said tentatively.

"What?"

"I'll marry you Ron. That's my answer. Yes."