Hermione Granger walked through the door of the flat she lived in with her boyfriend, Ron.
She dropped her briefcase on the table near the door, hanging her robes on the hanger on the wall.
She could tell Ron was home before her since his shoes were thrown carelessly on the floor.
The woman wondered why he was home since he usually got there at least an hour after her.
"George must've let him off early," she thought.
She walked into the kitchen and adopted a puzzled look at the small box on the table.
Hermione picked up the silver square, reading her name on the tag.
As soon as she touched it, though, the box starting rattling, causing her to drop it back on their kitchen table.
A second after hitting the wood, it exploded, hundreds of little sparks everywhere.
After the little lights disappeared, Hermione saw what had replaced the present.
There, standing on the table, was a foot-tall miniature troll carrying a small club.
"RON!"
Ron sauntered into the room, a smile on his face.
"Ronald Weasley, why is there a bloody troll in our kitchen?" Hermione screeched, pointing at the monster.
Ron's face fell as he stepped closer.
"It didn't give it to you? The prat," Ron bent down next to the troll.
"Give me what?" Hermione's voice portrayed her curiosity.
Hermione started to protest as Ron's hand went toward the mini-mountain troll.
The troll, when Ron's hand was next to it, dropped something into it.
"Hermione, do you recognize this," he pointed at the monster with his thumb.
"I- no? Should I?" Hermione raised her eyebrow.
Ron sighed.
"It's supposed to look like the troll we fought off in our first year. You know, when we first became friends. You were supposed to find this."
Ron held out his hand and Hermione gasped.
There, in the middle of his palm, was an engagement ring. It had a white gold band with a single diamond on it: simple yet elegant.
With her hand covering her mouth, Hermione looked up at Ron through watery eyes: asking a silent question.
Ron got down on one knee, holding the ring to her.
"Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?"
Hermione lowered her hand, a grin on her face as she nodded silently.