George and Megan:
Megan woke up to George gazing at her in the tender morning sun. His deep maroon eyes were tracing the curves of her lips as she smiled.
"Make a habit of watching me sleep?"
"Just trying out a new trick. Just seeing if I could wake you up through the power of looking at you" The humour in voice filled the room, birds were silenced by his laughter.
"So, how long did it take you this time?"
"Not long" Lies. George couldn't sleep last night. He was a bundle of nerves, fear and confusion. Last night he had had a dream of Fred. It had unsettled him at first, but when he recalled what Fred had said it all became clear.
Megan jumped out of bed to get dressed whilst George lay staring at the ceiling, the words of his late brother flying around in his mind.
"What are you waiting for George? You're a fool to wait this long. I'll be with George, always."
This gave George the motivation to get himself out of bed that morning. They made their way downstairs to where the rest of the Weasley family sat, chatting away about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. A bubble of excitement was present in the room as they took their usual places at the table. Was this the right moment, or was it too public? George really wasn't sure what to do. He let the morning carry on to the afternoon until he plucked up the courage to make his move.
"Megan, fancy a walk across the fields?" Her face lit up, she loved walks across the fields before the evening.
"Sure, sunsets soon. Love seeing the sunset" It was around winter time, so the sun set quite early. Lucky for George, she loved sun sets.
"Be back in time for tea" Mrs Weasley called after them as they made their way to the fields.
As they reached the other side of the flower field, they sat on the soft, green grass. Megan spotter a rose bush not far in front of them, and started to approach it. This was George's moment. As Megan turned back to face George, he was down on one knee with a bunch of freshly picked roses in his hand. He opened up a tiny red velvet box to reveal the most beautiful twinkling ring.
"Megan, I have wanting to do this since that summer night in the common room all those years ago. Megan, will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my wife? "She gazed into his deep, questioning eyes.
The world stopped, paused, frozen in the moment. She took in everything she could in her overwhelmed state. His handsome face against the most gorgeous orange pink sunset, a handful of electric red roses, the twinkling ring facing her. Was this all a dream? Was she to wake at any moment and find that she is facing George's sleeping face? She let the moment overwhelm her as she allowed the surge of emotions erupt out of her.
"Yes, Yes, Yes!" she flew her arms around George. This was one of the happiest days of her life. They kissed tenderly as they held hands to return to the house to let the family know the news. This was a perfect day, with her perfect fiancée. Always.