A/N: So yeah. My sister and I came up with this, i wrote it. She said it may not be as funny to those on the interwebs because we just sat there talking about it a million and one times. But, all well, i hope you still find it funny. I think i probably would.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

round one

"Ron, this is beautiful," Hermione said, resting her wrists on the table.

"Well," Ron said, leaning back and folding his arms, "I guess I am pretty talented at picking places out."

"You really are a great person," Hermione said, smiling. She looked around the fancy Muggle restaurant. It was one she always dreamed of going to as a child... and maybe being proposed to. It had a dark blue carpet and walls with dimmed lights all around the place. It was very nice.

"Aw, thanks Hermione," Ron said, leaning over the table to give Hermione a kiss. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she whispered back and they continued to kiss.

"He-hem," the waiter interrupted them.

"May I help you?" Ron asked.

"Yes, I am here to take you're beverage orders."

"What?"

"Drinks, Ron, drinks," Hermione said, patting his hand.

"Oh, well, I'd like some fire whiskey please," Ron said.

"He thinks that's what ginger ale's are called. So a Ginger Ale for him and I'll have some... sprite please," Hermione said, looking up at the waiter.

The waiter nodded and walked away.

"Hermione, what was that for?"

"We're in a Muggle restaurant," she said in hushed tones, "they don't have fire whiskey."

"Oh yeah," Ron said loudly, "What would I do without you?" he asked, equally loud, like he was announcing something to the whole restaurant.

"I dunno," Hermione said, not even half as loud as Hermione was.

"Hermione Jean Granger," Ron said, bending over. There was a ripping noise and Ron felt a breeze up hine quarters. He needed to improvise. He pretended to tie his shoe.

"What, Ronald Bilius Weasley?" Hermione asked.

"I think we should go home now," he said with a smile.

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Harry heard a pop from the living room. He walked in, his wand out, to see who it was. It was just Ron.

"How'd it go?" Harry asked, putting his wand away.

Ron plopped down on the couch and Harry sat next to him.

"My pants ripped," Ron said.

Harry couldn't help but laugh, "Your... your... your pants ripped?" Harry laughed loudly at the end Ginny came out of the study to see what was going on.

"What'd I miss?" Ginny asked.

"Ron's pants ripped," Harry laughed.

"What? No they didn't," Ginny said, looking at Ron.

"His pants ripped," Harry laughed again, "When... when..."

"Harry," Ron growled, "Don't tell her."

"When he tried..."

"Tried to...?"

"To propose..." Harry started laughing some more, "To Hermione."

Ginny bursted out laughing, "Are you serious?" she screamed.

Ron turned red and nodded. Ginny had to sit down.

"Merlin, that's hilarious."

Harry nodded.

"What'd she say?" Ginny asked.

"Well, I said 'I think we should go home now,'" Ron said.

"Ronald," Ginny said, punching her bother playfully, "You didn't go through with it?"

"Not with ripped pants at a Muggle restaurant," he said.

Ginny rolled her eyes and went back to the study so they guys could continue with their conversation.

"What are you doing next?" Harry asked.

Ron shrugged, "What do you think?"

"Fireworks?"

"Ooo, good idea!" Ron said.

"Let's hope you win this one," Harry mumbled, Ron just glared at him.

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A/N: Please review! kthxbye!