A cute little drabble about Hermione and Ron. Dedicated to my sister. Hope you'll read this!
Enjoy!
"Ron! I can't believe you! Why can't you just try to grow up?"
Ron sighed. There it was again: the yelling. They had been living together ever since Hermione finished school - for four years - and she was still always mad at him for something.
"What have I done now?" he asked, trying to think what had made her angry this time.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes! I know they can be funny at times, but this is just ridiculous!"
"Er ... what?"
Hermione walked into the living room where he sat, holding a rubber duck in her hand.
"Oh," Ron stuttered, trying not to laugh.
"You think it's funny, don't you?" Hermione continued to rage, sounding pretty much like Mrs. Weasley. "But I'll tell you one thing: it isn't funny at all! It's -"
"Will you marry me?"
"- the stupidest trick ... what?"
"Will you marry me, Hermione?"
Hermione stood there gaping, searching for words.
"I ... I ..."
"I think a 'yes' would have done very well now."
"I ... of course I'll marry you, you silly boy!" she screamed, throwing herself at him.
"Easy now," he smiled. "Sorry I didn't get a ring, though."
"I don't need a ring, Ronald!" she said, hugging him tightly and looking up at him.
"Good," he grinned. "Now, what were you saying earlier?"
"Uh ... I forgot."
Like? The thought just popped into my head in the middle of the night, so I just wrote it down. Review?