Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe? Not mine. I'm just playing in it.
A/N: This was just a random night's ramble and I thought to put it up. Strangely, I never really bother reading short one shots. Especially not ones that include Ron. However, this set up was just something I could really see happening and figured to put my thoughts on paper.
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She tapped at the notepad of parchment dutifully as the commenter warmed up before the start of the game. Hearing the deep throated "aham" that could only mean she was in the way; she pulled her seat up for the oncoming traffic. She mentally winced as a couple of beer gutted middle aged wizards made their way through the aisle. They winked at her as they passed, a couple cartons of firewhiskey, a canister of caldron cakes, a pyramid of smothered turkey legs and other abominations to the human arteries.
Once they crammed into their seats, she went back to her devoted parchment message conversation. It was the hottest new "technology" in Witch Weekly and a gift from one of her closest female friends. The one she happened to be chatting with. The scratchy cursive writing bloomed while she settled back into her seat.
Ginny:
but u hate Quidditch. why r u there?
You: I don't hate it Ginny.
It's not in my top 5 of "ways to spend my 3rd
anniversary" but I don't hate it.
Ginny: top 50?
You: …Quiet Ginny.
The chilly October winds blew the cold air and the scent of butterbeer under her nose. She looked around curiously for the one she had come in with, but he was nowhere in sight. She debated on sending a patronus to him and telling him to bring back a drink, but thought it too much. Patronus messages were rare, and usually were only used during times of great distress. All too popular during her "last year" at Hogwarts. She snorted at the thought of calling it her "graduating year" eating bad fish and mushrooms in the forest. Instead, she miserably cuddled closer into his bright orange outer robes and held back a sneeze.
Starting her twenty foot MOM application to work in the Department Of Mysteries, she let everything fade into the background again. Why the Chudley Cannons vs. the Falmouth Falcons was worth an anniversary celebration was beyond her, but she figured it could be worse. He hadn't even remembered her birthday last month.
"Before we start," the announcer coughed "we'd like everyone to stand up and join in." She stood up, vaguely placing her quill over her heart, waiting for God Save The Queen to start playing. "…In celebrating some of our special fans out in the audience." Sighing, she sat down again. As long as it wasn't something as awkward as having her anniversary announced she figured she'd be fine.
"…Little Joey, happy 5th birthday! Wishing Rachel & Scott a great 20 year anniversary…" she winced for Rachel. "Sean, welcome back home from your Auror tour!...and one more..!"
Her concentration broke as everyone started laughing at the Cannons's mascot, waving an oversized ring jewelry box on the Quidditch Pitch. She joined in too, looking around for some decked out Cannons couple nearby who'd find it romantic to be proposed to at the start of a game. Words started flashing on the magical scoreboard.
"Will!" She cupped her hands to her mouth. "You!" She yelled with the crowd, feeling a bit silly. "Marry Me..." Her voice died as she looked in horror at the screen. Her own gobstoned face reflected back at her.
The sound of the crowd died as she turned around. She looked at his goofy, obviously pleased freckled face. All her dreams of a quiet romantic dinner with the ring on top of a slice of Molly's cake began to burn as she looked at her diamond, smothered in gravy on top of a greasy turkey leg. Him in his over loved and stained Cannons robes with bright orange hair to match.
She knew, with tens of thousands fans watching her, she only had one choice.
Hermione fainted.
