"Ickle Ronniekins, tell HER!" George coached his younger brother.
"NO! I'M NOT READY!" Ron argued.
"Just say 'will you marry me.' Practise."
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"Ickle Ronniekins…"
"Bloody hell, fine. Only if you stop calling me that!"
"Ronald…"
"OR THAT!"
"Fine, Ron."
"Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?"
"Yes Ronnie! I LOVE YOU!"
"What?" said Ginny, disgusted. She had just walked into the room.
"No, it's not what you think it is!" Ron pleaded. "I was practising proposing to Hermione…"
"YOU'RE WHAT!" Ginny yelled.
"I know. Ron just isn't ready to marry a smarty pants." George teased.
"I'm calling Harry!" said Ginny, sending a Patronus. Two minutes later, he arrived with a baby James.
"James wants his mummy, I think." Harry commented. He gave James to Ginny. She smiled.
"Oh, I also called Luna and her family! They're going to put it in the Quibbler!" Ginny told him.
"BLOODY HELL! GINNY!" he shouted. A second after that, Luna arrived with her husband Rolf, and two twin boys, Lorcan and Lysander.
"Oh, and I told the rest of the Weasleys." Harry added.
"WHAT!" Ron yelled.
"Okay, so three, two, one!" Rolf shouted, starting to record it. Lorcan, Lysander and James all stared at the object.
"Ron, what made you want to marry Hermione?" Luna asked. Ron went silent.
"He's been in love with her since he first saw her." George told her.
"Thank you, George. Why did you fall in love with her?" she asked.
"'Cos she's just so smart and beautiful and nice." Ginny put in.
Two hours later, Hermione got a call to go home. On the way, she saw a peculiar sight. Everyone was buying the Quibbler. She saw a picture of her on the front. She kept walking home though, knowing that if any major rumours had gone around, Ron would tell her about it.
Somehow, in two hours, they had fitted heaps of people in Ron's room, with an expanding charm.
"When's miss mud blood going to get here?" Draco Malfoy asked. His wife, Astoria, nodded in agreement.
"Stop calling her that Draco!" Justin Flinch – Flenchy said.
"Hello, Harry." Cho Chang said.
"Yes, Hello." said Lavender Brown, jealously.
"Why is everyone here?" Ron asked, confused.
"Yeah, 'ello!" Dennis Creevey said.
"Oh, I can't wait!" Mrs Weasley said, excitedly.
"Uncy Ron!" Dominique greeted, as a three year old would.
"Yes, hello Uncle Ron." said Teddy, who had just had a sleepover with Victorie.
"Uncle RON! Is there going to be an Aunty Hermione now?" Victorie asked, confused.
"Uncy Won!" called a two year old Fred, hugging his uncle.
"Won?" Lavender asked, glaring.
"I swear I didn't…" He pleaded.
"Good morning happy chappies, can we GO NOW?" demanded Pansy Parkinson.
"You can if you want Pug face." Ron sneered.
"PUG FACE!" she echoed.
"Yep, that's right!" He told her hands on his hips.
"Don't get into a muggle sixteen year old catfight Ron!" Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Did you just call me a muggle?" Pansy asked.
"Umm, no!" Ginny began.
"OBLIVIATE! STUPEFY!" George yelled. They heard the door open. It was Hermione.
"Hi guys, what's happening?" she said, slowly. She was in shock at the amount of people there.
"Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?" Ron asked, bending down on one knee.
"YES!" she screamed, kissing him. Everyone cheered with the exception of a couple of Slytherins. Luna began taking heaps of photos. Ron slid the ring onto her finger. All those years had been captured in a moment. Ron couldn't believe he was actually married to the love of his life. It felt better than when they'd had their very first kiss. It was the best day of his life.