It was just an ordinary Saturday afternoon in late May. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were sitting on the couch in her flat in Diagon Alley, relaxing after a grueling week. Hermione's head was resting on Ron's shoulder and they were making small talk about an annoying co-worker who kept pestering Hermione about introducing her to Harry Potter.
Eventually there was nothing more to say on the subject and they fell quiet. Then Ron broke the silence.
"You'll marry me, won't you?" he asked in a tone that one might use when asking someone to pass the salt.
Hermione lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him. "Is that your idea of a proposal?" she asked him. "That was the most unromantic thing I've ever heard."
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
She smiled at him. "Of course."
He grinned back. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own. After several minutes of kissing, Ron pulled back.
"I love you, Hermione," he said. This time however, his voice was full of love.
"I love you too, Ron," she replied, laying her head back down on his shoulder.
This is just a short fluffy story that popped into my head. I hope you liked it. Please review!