Marry me 'Mione

"Nice rock, Ron," Harry said admiringly.

"Thanks to you. I'd have never been able to afford it without your loan," Ron admitted.

"When are you going to ask her?"

"After we graduate."

"Nice thought. If she says no at least you'll be surrounded by friends."

"I hope she says yes, if she doesn't I doubt I will be able to move on."

Harry scowled, "Have you been reading that romance drivel again?"

"Its not "drivel.", besides 'Mione likes it."

"You'll sacrifice anything for your "fiancé to be" won't you? I mean you gave up your life savings, your firm beliefs against spew, and that last shred of dignity that you've been saving, and saving, and saving."

"Number one if she says no, I can get my savings back, number two it's S.P.E.W. and number three I won't give up the last of my dignity if she says yes."

"Okay, okay, lover boy. Have you found a flat?"

"Thanks to your other loan, yes."

Harry smirked, "Maybe you two can share our wedding day."

Ron whipped around to face Harry, who was holding an even bigger diamond ring, "Who is "our"?"

"As soon as she says yes, your sister."

Ron started to flush. Luckily for Harry, he did manage to control his anger, but his voice was still cracked, "When did you plan to tell me?"

Harry checked his watch, "In about…um…four minutes."

Ron started pacing, a sure sign of anger. Then he looked Harry straight in the eye and said, "Harry, I'm glad it's you."

"Thanks, I think."

"Come on, we still need to get dressed."

"Yeah," Ron tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach as he pulled on his Hogwarts blazer.

Then Hermione walked in the door, "Are you two ready yet?"

"Sure Hermione, but I needs to ask you something," Harry showed her the diamond ring, "Do you think Ginny will like it?"

"Oh Harry, she'll love it!" Hermione gushed.

"Come on, we need to get to the lake," Ron said, heading for the door.

"Congratulations, you have graduated," Dumbledore said, keeping his speech to four words.

A huge cheer came from the students assembled in front the lake.

"'Mione? I need to talk to you," Ron said after the cheering died down.

"Okay Ron, I need to talk to you."

"You first," Ron told her, trying to calm his stomach.

"I think I've fallen in love."

"Oh. That's nice 'Mione," Ron felt his heart sinking.

"What do you want to tell me?" Hermione asked, excitedly.

"It's nothing," Ron said abruptly. He began walking away when he felt a hand take the ring out of his pocket. He whipped around to see Hermione putting the ring on.

"My answer is yes, Ron, I will marry you," Hermione glowed.