Harry potter is the sand box that jk rowling kindly lets me play with. Again not my sandbox . if I stole it that would make me a bully…
Pleez understand. Im not a bully just a messed up child trying to write a story thank you.
Hermione pov
I apparated in to the front garden and every thing was black
"Peruvian instant darkness powder" I muttered. And then out of nowhere neon footsteps appeared on the ground in front of me. My curiosity took over and I decided to follow them. They went on and on… until …..in front of me there was a huge heart made out of glass, quills, parchment and school books.
On one of the scrolls of parchment was writing in a familiar script, I recognised it as Ron's I had been seeing it since I corrected his first potions essay, it read "you already have my heart now use alohamora to open it." I pulled out my wand and whispered "alohamora" I was getting choked up who knew Ron was a romantic.
The giant heart split open and inside on one knee was Ron dressed in a muggle tuxedo and he was holding the most beautiful ring. The tears that were threatening spilled over. Just then I heard fire works and I looked up to see them spelling out "Hermione, will you marry me?"
The Peruvian instant darkness powder was fading and every thing in sight was covered in heart shaped lights, behind him a choir started to sing "ron loves you hermione!" again and again. Two ice sculptures of Ron and I and an acting group acted out the first time we ever met.
I looked down at Ron and the tears running down my face got worse as I saw on his nose a smudge of dirt. He stood up and walked over to me as again and again I was whispering "yes" it was all I could do and I hoped it w\as enough. He slid the ring onto my finger he looked as though he had forgotten something. He pulled off again and muttered a spell under his breath onto the inside of the ring the words "always remember swish and flick" engraved themselves. He placed the ring onto my finger as I took charge I reached up and pulled his face down to mine kissing him long and hard trying to put every thing I felt into it. As I pulled away I thought I'd take a trip down memory lane " you've got dirt on your nose by the way!"
We laughed as it started to rain rose petals and pink champagne burst out of the ice sculptures like a fountain. "I was kinda hoping this would happen sooner rather than later "I admitted a puzzled look crossed his face "why?" how do I put this?
"because your grandmother would not appreciate a grand kid out of wedlock" …. As he collapsed into a pool of pink champagne I knew this was the perfect end to a day I'd always remember….,.