"'Mione?" Ron pushed open the bedroom door and crept up to the bed. "Hermione wake up." He placed his hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. Hermione turned onto her front and buried her face in the pillow. "What time is it?" she groaned.
"Nine o'clock." Ron sat on the bed by Hermione's feet. She didn't budge. "Bloody hell, Hermione. Since when did you get so lazy?" He chuckled to himself, and tickled her feet.
"Aaah!" Hermione practically sprung out of bed in shock. "Ronald Weasley!" she picked up the nearest book and gave him a huge whackaround the head.
"Ow!" Ron rubbed his throbbing skull. "Chill out, mate!" And with that, both Ron and Hermione were rolling around in fits of giggles.
"It's just us two, today. Harry and Gin have gone out somewhere; and George, Mum and Dad have gone somewhere else." Ron leant back on his hands.
"Well, it's good to finally have some time alone." Hermione grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe. "Want to do anything in particular?" she walked over to the bathroom.
"Well..." Ron stood up and strode over to Hermione. "I was hoping that we could just spend some 'quality' time together." He placed his hands around her waist and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Well then, if that's what you want." she winked at him and left for the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Ron went back to the bed and sat down. He put his hand into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small, black box. He opened it, and inside was a beautiful ring. Ron sighed. "One day. One day she'll be yours." he said to himself, staring at the small, silver object. How he managed to afford it he'll never know, for it was Goblin's Silver, but figuring things like that out weren't exactly top of his priorities right now. Ron closed the box and tucked it back inside his pocket, just as Hermione returned. She obviously noticed Ron's sullen look, for the first thing she said was "What's up, Ron?" Hermione sat on the bed next to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Nothing, beautiful." He kissed the top of her head and stood up. "Come on, let's go somewhere."
"Let's go where?" Hermione hurried along behind Ron, doing her best to keep up with him.
"I don't know. Just somewhere." he held out his hand. "Come on." Hermione took it, and they walked outside.
"Ron, we haven't even got shoes on." Hermione struggled to stay within hand-holding range of Ron as he was walking so fast.
"Hermione, shut up. I'm trying to be spontaneous and you're ruining it." Ron continued to trudge hastily forwards through the grass and leaves lying on the ground. The pair had been walking for around 10 minutes when Hermione stopped in her place. She put her hands on her hips and panted, walking so quickly had made her out-of-breath.
"Ronald Weasley," she looked up stubbornly at a very red-faced Ron standing about 4 feet ahead of her. "I demand you to tell me where we are going." Ron gulped. "Uhh..." he stumbled over his words. "Umm, y'know, just..."
"No, actually, Ronald. I don't know." Hermione took two paces forwards. "Because you haven't told me."
Ron stared blankly at Hermione. "Come on then, spit it out." she snapped.
"Fine. I don't know where we're going." Ron looked down at the brown leaves littering the ground. "I just wanted to..." his sentence came to a sudden stop.
"Wanted to what, Ronald?" Hermione was clearly getting annoyed at Ron.
"It doesn't matter. Let's just go home." Ron walked back towards Hermione, and went straight past her.
"No, absolutely not." Hermione spun around on her heels. "You've dragged me all the way out here in the cold, so we can't just 'go home'"
Ron continued to stare at the ground, silently. He felt something wrap around his body - Hermione. Ron placed his arms around her waist and hugged her for a while, taking his time to breathe in his surroundings. He felt her let go, and saw her sit down on the grass. She started picking at the blades - she seemed distracted by something. Ron sat down next to her, and heard her sniffling. When he glanced over, he saw tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. "'Mione? What's wrong?" Ron's voice was filled with worry, he could already tell it was his fault. Hermione shrugged, and squeezed her eyes tighter as more tears poured out. "Hey, gorgeous." Ron used his thumbs to wipe away Hermione's tears. "Don't cry." Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione, which was incredibly difficult to do given their positions. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ron." she sniffed. "It's all my fault, I'm such a horrible girlfriend." Ron smiled at the 'girlfriend' part, but managed to contain his small amount of happiness fairly easily. "What's your fault, 'Mione? Nothing is your fault, and while we're on the topic; you're the best girlfriend I could ever ask for." Hermione glanced up at Ron, her eyes were red and puffy.
"Everything is my fault. Why we argue all the time is my fault. Why we can't move on is my fault."
"Stop talking like that Hermione. If anything's anyone's fault then it's mine. You know why?"
Hermione shook her head. "Because I have the emotional range of a teaspoon." This made both Ron and Hermione giggle, and they spent the next hour or two sitting in each other's arm's on the grass.
"Ron, we'd better get back. I'm starving." Hermione clambered up from her spot next to Ron.
"I guess you're right, 'Mione." But, instead of standing up, Ron got onto one knee as Hermione began to walk ahead.
"Ron? Are you coming or not?" Hermione stood impatiently waiting for Ron to stand up, but he didn't move. He just stayed down on one knee in front of Hermione.
"Not yet. I have to tell y- well ask you something first."
"Umm... Ron?" Hermione sounded confused. "What are you doing?"
"Hermione Jean Granger: I have loved you for years now, and I plan to love you for years more. I was going to say that I've loved you ever since I first lay my eyes on you, but we both know that's not quite true. Anyway, I was going to ask you something." Ron produced the tiny black box out of his shirt pocket, and Hermione raised one of her eyebrows in confusion, but smiled at the same time: she knew what was coming. "Hermione Jean Granger, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Ron opened the box and revealed a beautiful, small silver ring. Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth.
"Ron, I...I... I don't know what to say."
Ron smiled to himself. "Maybe 'yes' would be a good place to start? My knees are starting to hurt."
"Of course! Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! One thousand percent YES!"
"Really?" Ron leapt up from his position.
"Always the tone of surprise." Hermione smiled and threw her arms around Ron. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, I love you to pieces and always will!" she released her grasp on Ron and held out her hand, palm facing down. Ron knew exactly what he had to do, and slipped the ring gracefully onto Hermione's finger. "Ron! Is this Goblin's silver? How did you afford it?"
"I have absolutely no idea." And, hand-in-hand, the newly engaged couple walked back to The Burrow.