An: This was written for the 'Unusual Engagement' competition over at HPCF with the prompt of 'Fair'
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
The lights all twinkled in the night sky and it was like nothing Ron had ever seen before. Who knew muggles could do this much without magic. Hermione had convinced him months ago to go with her to the muggle fair that was coming to town and the day had finally arrived. He had to admit, it was better than he could have imagined it. Sure, things might be even more interesting with touches of magic, but it was still perfect in it's own way, not to mention the food. Ron had already eaten almost every kind of food they had come across. Hermione had laughed quietly to herself at the faces he made whenever he found something a little too greasy or a little too sweet.
Now he sat with her atop the Ferris Wheel. It had taken a bit of convincing for him to get on; He had been wary by its rickityness. It hadn't helped his worrying when the ride had suddenly stopped right as they were at the top. Hermione assured him that it happened all the the time and after a while he had calmed down. Now they were sitting there in silence waiting for the ride to come back to life. Now that he actually had a chance to look around he saw that it was beautiful, the moment was perfect. The sun was just setting, making the sky a pinky-orange color. This was it. This was the moment he should do it. Ron had been waiting for the perfect moment for weeks now, carrying around that small little box the whole while. Now, he new. He had to do it now.
If Hermione had looked over, she would have assumed that his nervousness came from the height at which they sat but she wouldn't have been more wrong. He was nervous because of the question looming ahead, the question he was about to ask, finally.
"Hermione…" He began slowly, one hand fumbling it's way to his jacket's left pocket and closing around the box.
Her eyes met his with a content look, "Hmm?" She looked gorgeous in the sunlight, making Ron even more nervous.
"I-" This was it. His mind was racing. Why couldn't he form the words he'd practiced so much? "I love you. I really do Hermione. You are my best friend, and I could never imagine being with anyone but you. I never want to, believe me. What I'm trying to say is- Bugger, who knew this could be this hard." He mentally cursed himself for never being good at all the 'feely' stuff. It was always her that said stuff like that. Red had creeped it's way up to his cheeks and ears and he was blushing profusely.
She knew what he was going to say, he knew she did; she had always been one step ahead. She wasn't stopping him though, that was a good sign. Instead she was staring back at him with a nervous smile of her own.
"Ah, screw it." All that Gryffindor courage built up and he finally spoke the last words he needed to say. "Hermione, will you marry me?" His hand brought out the little box, revealing the simple diamond ring inside. It wasn't anything big or fancy, but it was still perfect.
The two seconds that followed felt far longer than any two seconds should feel but finally he heard the soft "Yes" that escaped her lips.
They met each others eyes with matching grins, both of them never happier to hear such simple words. Carefully he slipped the small ring on her finger and she leaned in and placed a short, soft kiss on his lips. They just stayed there, both unable to lose their smiles, enjoying the moment until the Ferris wheel eventually had been fixed and was bringing them to the bottom once more. He had done it. Out of all the things he had gotten wrong in his life, he had gotten this right, and it couldn't have been more perfect of a moment.