What am I thinking? What was I thinking when I dated Lavender? What was I thinking when I ran away when we were searching for horcruxes? The reality was that I could analyze everything I had done throughout my life.
But what am I thinking that I can ask Hermione Granger the most important question I can think of? How am I supposed to think of something "romantic" to say and then get down on one knee and say, "Marry me?"
We had fallen in love, dated, and bickered while doing both. Hermione talked about the future quite often. It was no secret that more than anything she wanted children. But before she threw her virginity away, she wanted to get married and then have kids. Marriage in Hermione's eyes was not something to rush into. We'd been together for a while and even I, Ronald Weasley wanted to marry her.
George discouraged the idea of marriage. Harry rushed to get married to Ginny. I was somewhere in the middle. I didn't want to go and elope, but at the same time there where scenes played out in my mind that made me very happy. Waking up in the morning and seeing Hermione next to me, teaching a new generation of Weasleys to fly on broomsticks or how to read and of corse…erm…other stuff crossed my mind.
I walked aimlessly through the muggle neighborhoods. The neighborhood was one that housed Harry and Ginny's place. I considered going to talk to Harry, but I didn't want to tell my younger sister that I was indeed freaked out about marriage.
I liked walking through the streets of the neighborhoods. I was never stopped and asked, "Hey, aren't you the guy who helped save the wizarding world?" To them I looked like a tall, skinny redhead who liked walking around. I guess that I was just that.
Glancing over across the street, I saw a certain dark haired wizard coming out of the drug store franticly.
"Oi! Harry, that you?" I called from my spot next to a stop sign.
Harry turned towards me and I ran across the street, for traffic was slow. Harry hadn't moved since I had called his name. I patted him on the back.
"You okay?"
Harry snapped out of his daze. "Yeah, I'm alright,"
Looking at the bags under his eyes, and the worried expression he wore I would have been more than a daft git that to think that he looked "alright.
"Harry, come on! What's wrong? Is it Ginny? Is she hurt? By the way, what's in the bag?" My eyes diverted to the brown paper bag.
Harry looked away and his cheeks reddened. "Ginny…she's late,"
I looked at him expectantly. "What do you mean?"
"Ron…her thing…you know… it's late," Harry bit his lip and began to transfer his weight from one foot to another.
"I don't get what you're trying to say Harry,"
Harry looked at me annoyed. "For goodness sakes! Look in the bloody bag!"
"Okay, okay, sorry!" I opened the bag only to find something that no brother/brother-in-law/friend wants to see: about eight different pregnancy tests. Of course one can only guess what's going on...
I handed back the bag. "So you got my sister pregnant? You and Ginny? Pregnant? Children? What!"
"We don't know for sure, hence the bag. Why are you even in the neighborhood?"
It was my turn to shift my weight from foot to foot. "I'm going to ask Hermione to marry to me. I keep saying to myself, 'Ron! What are you thinking?' But I really do love her and I really do want to marry her. I just can't think of a way to say, 'Hey! Hermione, will you marry me?'"
Harry was laughing at me. "How about, 'Hermione, marry me?'"
I shrugged, "I just feel like I should do something amazing,"
Smiling Harry replied, "You'll figure something out. But, you know I kind of have to get back to Ginny,"
"Right, you do that."
Harry walked towards his flat. I called back to him, "Hey Harry!"
He turned around. I swallowed, "Listen, I'm really happy for you and Ginny. You're going to make a really great dad, I know it."
Harry nodded and I saw just how worried he was. He looked just like the eleven year old I had met on the train.
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