Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything from the Harry Potter Universe and book series, they belong to JKR and WRB, from the Lemon Drops to Hermione Granger.

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Ronald Bilius Weasley was pacing in his room, his heart beating as fast as ever. What he was about to do in a few hours was scarier than facing a hundred Death Eaters. No, strike that. It was scarier than facing Voldemort. It was a month after the final Battle, and Ron was itching to get married to Hermione, of course. A small and old ring from Mrs. Weasley was in his back pocket, and he tried not to keep touching it to see if it was still there.

His nerves were really getting to him now. "Ron! Your mum's looking for you!" Hermione's voice travelled into his ears, and he jumped. "Coming!"

Hermione was down in the kitchen, wearing an old pair of jeans, a small tube and an oversized Chudley Canons tee. That tee was Ron's, he gave it to her during the Horcrux hunt.

She looks absolutely beautiful, Ron thought, and he stared at her.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and said," Well, Ronald, I don't look like Mrs. Weasley, do I? She's in the garden."

Ronald spluttered an 'okay' and dashed out of the house. One more second in there, he may just collapse due to nervousness.

I should really ask Slughorn or someone for a vial of Felix Felicis, he thought. He needed as much luck as he could get to propose to Hermione.

"Ronnie, can you help me go to Diagon Alley to get some things?" Mrs. Weasley asked, and dropped a galleon in his hands. "Sure, mum," Ron replied.

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Ron walked down the street, with a couple of bags filled with things for his mother in them. He passed a dress store, and something caught his eye.

He walked a couple of steps backwards, and on a mannequin, was a periwinkle blue dress with lace and pearls, made of the finest silk and satin. It was backless, and the top was tight. The dress flowed into the softest frills of cotton and silk, each layered thinly on top of one another, forming the perfect periwinkle blue, laced with pearls and small sequins.

Ron stared at it, and in his mind, Hermione was wearing the dress, looking like a goddess. He couldn't get the image out of his mind, and there was only one thing that he could do.

He ran to Gringotts and took out an amount of galleons. He then ran back to the store, and a plump witch greeted him. " What can I do for you, Mister?"

"How much is that dress by the window?" Ron nodded towards the blue dress.

"Oh! That periwinkle blue dress? It's the finest dress in the store, and every little inch, lace, pearl, and sequin was hand sewn. It's not cheap, though. It costs 26 galleons. That price is worth the dress, believe me, Mister." The witch answered.

"I'll take it."

"What size, Mister?" the witch asked.

Ron glanced at the mannequin, and decided that it's identical to Hermione's figure and size. "The one on the mannequin, thank you."

The witch nodded and got the dress down carefully, and packed it into a box. Ron handed 26 galleons to her, and even though 26 galleons was a lot to him, he did not feel any heartache. Hermione was worth more than 26 galleons.

He exited the store with the box in hand, and walked quickly towards the jewelry store. "What can I do for you?" an old man asked.

Ron took out a ring from his pocket, and answered," Can you help me carve the initials R.W. and H.G. on it?"

"Why, that's not any problem."

The ring was done in a couple of minutes, and Ronald tried to pay the man. "How much is it?" "No, dear boy. I assume you are Ronald Weasley, aren't you? I will not accept money from my family's savior. Keep the ring as a gift, will you?" the man refused. Ron tried again, and the old man still refused to accept his money. Ron had to thank the man for his generosity, and exited the store with the ring.

As he closed the door, he swore he heard," Mr. Weasley? Congratulations. I'm sure Ms. Granger would not refuse."

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Hermione Granger sat by the garden, reading Hogwarts: A History- again. The sky was turning dark, and the sun was setting by the lake. Such a beautiful sunset, she thought.

"Hermione!"

She turned and Ron came running towards her. "It is dinnertime?" she asked.

"Uh. Yea. For them. Uh, but not for us," Ron stuttered," Hermione, can you come with me?" Ron took her hand.

Hermione's heart started accelerating a little, but she held on to his hand and nodded. He took her running, away from the Burrow, and down a path that led to the lake.

"Why are we heading to the lake, Ron?" she asked.

"Don't ask. Just come along." He replied. He took her along the lake, but did not stop at where they normally stopped. He took her into the trees, deeper and deeper in, as the sun setted.

After what seemed like quite some time, Ron halted in front of an old tree. He did not stop holding her hand, but asked," Hermione, I'll try not to splinch you, okay?"

He's going to do side-along apparation? Hermione nodded, and closed her eyes.

After a split second of uneasiness, her feet touched ground. She opened her eyes, and she was very surprised. The walls were clearly made of tree bark, and she was in a really spacious room. There was a small table at one corner, and candlelights stood burning. There was a basket of food on the table. The surprising thing was, there wasn't any door or windows.

Hermione stood motionless for a few seconds and breathed," Wow, Ron." "All in one piece, Hermione?" Ron chuckled.

"Where is this place, Ron?"

"Uh. Before I apparated with you? The tree we were standing in front of? We are inside the tree. No one knows this place, except for my dad and me. He helped me enlarge this place, see? I found this tree with him when I was little, and we were just roaming around in the vicinity. It's a hollow tree, obviously. And uh, no, the wood won't burn, my dad charmed it to be fireproof, in case you're wondering," Ron replied.

"This...this place is really fabulous, Ron! And no, I wasn't wondering." Hermione replied.

Ron moved towards the other end of the room, and took a box tied with a ribbon out. "For you,'Mione."

Hermione opened it delicately, and when she saw the dress, her face was absolute delight. She took it out gingerly, and after seeing all the details of the dress, her mouth opened and she said," Ron…for me?"

Ron turned the exact same shade of red as his hair, and he stammered out," Yea, it's for you. Do you like it? I just passed it and saw it fitted you perfectly. So…do you want to try it on? Wear it? Uh, I can wait outside." "Or you can don't wear it," he continued when he saw no reaction from Hermione.

Hermione's heart was warm with love. She did what she did not expect to do. She tiptoed to reach Ron's cheek, and planted a small kiss. "Of course I like it! It's perfect, Ronald. Thank you. And I'd like to wear it. No, you do not need to wait outside."

And if it was possible, Ron turned to a deeper shade of red, and he resisted touching his cheek. Hermione kissed me! He was thinking. "Okay." He turned and faced the wall.

Hermione pulled off her clothes, and when she saw that the dress was backless, she took off her bra too. She then slipped into the periwinkle blue dress, and was amazed that it fitted her perfectly. She tried to tie her messy brown hair into a respectable ponytail, but to no avail. No, that doesn't look like me, she thought, and let down her hair once more. Her brown messy hair cascaded down her back and tickled her. The dress was layered,

and the soft fabric touched her bare legs. The top was fitting yet not suffocating.

"You can turn around now, Ron."

Ron turned, and once her eyes landed on her, his breath was taken away. "Hermione…you're…you're absolutely stunning," he whispered.

The dress was glowing on her, and the sequins reflected light from the candles. The frills flowed down Hermione's legs, and the top was laced with a string of pearls. Her back looked so smooth and fair.

Hermione blushed, and tried to look at herself. "Thanks, Ron. It fits me perfectly."

"It was made to fit you, I think. Only you." The words left his mouth, and he was shocked.

Hermione blushed more, and she moved forward and kissed him once more on the cheek. "Hermione, let's have dinner," Ron said after finishing gaping at Hermione. They sat down on the chairs, and Ron took out all kinds of food, ranging from chicken pie to fruit salad. "Did you cook all this, Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Uh, yes. Though I can't guarantee you won't get food poisoning," he replied.

They both started eating the spread of food, and to Hermione's surprise, it wasn't half bad. No, it was delicious, and worthy of Molly Weasley. After a while, even though the food was quite a huge amount, they almost finished it, due to Ron's endless pit of a stomach.

"That was delicious, Ron. When did you learn to cook like that? You should have taken care of the cooking when we went Horcrux hunting," Hermione asked.

"Well, actually everyone in the family can cook up a decent meal. We were all taught to cook when we were quite young. Even George, Percy or Ginny can cook," Ron replied, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Ron, you shouldn't do that-" Hermione chastised. "its unhygienic. I know, Hermione, I know," Ron broke her off, with a huge grin on his face.

By then, the sky was already dark, and no trace of the sun was found in the sky. "Hermione, come with me," Ron walked to the other end of the room and waved his wand. The ceiling of the room opened, and branches were seen. "Care to climb, Hermione?"

"I couldn't do it very well with this dress on. I don't want to dirty it." Hermione joked. Ron smacked himself mentally and said nervously," Rats. I didn't think of it. Okay, Hermione, do you trust me enough to apparate you up there? Or I could levitate you?"

"I'm perfectly fine with climbing, Ron, I was just joking. Although I may dirty this dress," Hermione laughed at his distress.

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When they reached the top, Ron reached to pull Hermione up. He was still a case of nerves. The evening was so far quite well, only that he had to stutter and look like an idiot in front of Hermione.

Hermione inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, and when she looked around, her eyes were filled with pleasure. They sky was blue-black, the stars were twinkling brightly, and the lake was calm.

"It's a good view, isn't it?" Ron asked. "I use to always come up here for a breath and to relax. Here, no one can find me, and I reckon dad has already forgotten about this tree."

"It's beautiful. I love it here, Ron," Hermione said, and she looked on where she's standing. The branches intertwined to form a platform, and a mat was placed on it. "Ron, why did you bring me here?"

Ron then knew it was time to do what he wished to do for a few years now.

He took her hand, kissed it, and relished her smooth skin. Hermione gasped at the sudden affection.

"Hermione. Do you see this branch? When my dad and I first came up here, we discovered a sentence carved into the wood here. It said 'May this bring happiness and love to the one who finds it.'

"My dad told me to bring my loved one here, Hermione, when I grow up. Now you know why I never showed anyone else this tree?" Hermione gasped when my words sank into her brain.

"Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me? Will you be bound to me, even till the day we die, until the day after forever?" Ron went down on one knee, and produced a simple yet beautifully designed diamond ring.

Hermione's eyes were full of tears, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Blimey! Please let that be tears of joy, not sadness, Ron thought worriedly. Maybe she didn't really like me? Maybe she doesn't want to get married so young?

"Hermione, it's okay, I understand if you don't want to get married, it's totally fine, stop crying, Hermione, please?" Ron said when Hermione burst into tears. He never could deal with a crying female, much less a crying Hermione!

"Yes, Ronald Weasley, yes!"

Ron was so surprised that he almost toppled over. He was preparing for a 'No'. "Huh? Hermione, then why did you cry?"

"That was tears of happiness, you shallow git! This is so perfect," Hermione laughed. "Aren't you supposed to do something else now?"

"Uh…oh." Ron realized what she was talking about and stood up. He slipped the ring onto her ring finger, and pulled her close.

"I love you, Hermione." He whispered and brought her to a full-fledged kiss. Her mouth was soft and sweet, and she gasped as he opened his mouth and shyly asked for entrance. Hermione allowed him and their tongues battled together as if there was no tomorrow.

"I love you too, Ronald Weasley." Hermione whispered back when they broke the kiss for air. They were grinning like two crazy idiots, and Ron was blushing like mad. It was not everyday he would be so bold and did what he just did to Hermione.

Well, today is the day, he thought. Hermione then forced him closer and returned the kiss just as enthusiastically.

"Now and always."

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Author's Note: And...that's a wrap! First ever one shot, Ronmione pairing, and the long-waited proposal from our favourite Ronniekins! What do tou think of it? There's over 2k words, I'm so proud of myself :)

The part about the tree was just pure imagination, although I think I've read a story with a hollow tree and Ronmione fluff! Remember, we fanfic writers only get Reviews in return for our stories! (its really sad when you have more than ten dozen views and there's only three legit reviews, that happened for "Is it all too late?")

AND...my best bud (her IG acc's /percabeth_daughter_ , she's a percabeth fan for life) helped me edit the story :) satisfied with the fluff? She helped..increase more of it, and I added a bit of Ron-ness into the scene.

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