Suffice to say Fred was very nervous. It had only been three months since their reunion but he felt a strong feeling-if possible a stronger love than he had before the incident. He had bought the ring a week into it; he was looking for the right moment.
He and Hermione had a lot of moments. One every night a matter of fact-and no, not in that way. Hermione made dinner for him, they hade dates-watched movies, and often lay on the floor in their pajamas and just talked. She explained to him how certain Muggle devices worked. He still didn't understand trampolines. And he told her about wizard traditions, which moved on to Muggle traditions, which moved to Muggle proposals.
In that moment he knew that he had to do that during the perfect moment.
So he sat in his shop, writing out small speeches he could tell her.
Hermione I love you, you are the greatest thing that ever happened to me-
Nope.
I want you to be mine forever?
No.
Hermione jean granger, I love you and will love you till the end of the earth. You are the most kind, caring not to mention prettiest witch I will ever meet; as well as the smartest…
Hey, that was a good start. And well, it was. That morning was the moment, and he was on one knee, and he said that-and he forgot. He forgot. He was worried-if he didn't care enough to remember a speech, she would think he didn't care and then she-
Tackled him. That's what she did-like a football player. And she was crying, giving him quick kisses.
"Is that a yes?" she nodded. He felt so warm, he couldn't explain it. After they ate breakfast they just laid together, talking about weddings.
"Typically magical weddings are short, and the receptions are long."
"Muggle weddings are a bit longer, with the longer receptions."
"What happens at a Muggle wedding?"
She explained to him the white dress, roses, flower girls and ring bearer, and the rings.
He told her about magical rings and how they, much like wands, would glow during the wedding if it were the perfect match. They told the family, which celebrated. George and Fred got drunk-if you thought they were fun normally; you should see them drunk.
George was climbing a tree-while Fred was racing him up the other side. Then they were racing around the burrow, then raced with Hermione on freds back and Angelina on George's, before promptly passing out on the dinning room table.
Boys will be boys.
