So yeah. Here's chapter three! Hope you like it!

Also, I have a, uh, thing I'm writing. If any of you can draw and are interested in drawing something, PM please! It's just something I'm writing and I - as lame as this is - need a visual of a character of mine. Anyways...thanks!

-LovelyAlice831-

~Your Eyes, Your Smile, They Still Get Me~

"So let me get this straight, you fixed everything?" Ginny asked as we sat at the kitchen table, drinking tea.

Hermione nodded happily, taking a sip of her tea. Ginny let out a low whistle then grinned.

"See, I told you!" she cried triumphantly. "I told you that if you just told him, he'd be happy!"

"Well, we hadn't talked much since the day I, you know," Hermione said uncomfortably.

"Since you told him to leave," Ginny finished. Hermione nodded. "Well, it's like I said, he'd have been happy. Although, he is really thick. If he'd done the math, he would've realized that there was no way you could be five months pregnant and you too split four months ago."

Hermione let out a chuckle. "Yeah, well…."

"Don't be polite," Ginny said, taking a sip of her tea. "He doesn't deserve it. He's been a prat, moping in his room for four months."

"He went back to the Burrow?" Hermione asked, surprised. Ginny nodded.

"He did," she said. "Mum and Dad weren't happy. Wanted to know what had happened between you two that would have him back there, but he wouldn't say anything. But then again, that's how he is. He keeps things bottled up in him and then he blows."

Hermione shrugged.

"What was it that had set him off anyways?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure," Hermione said truthfully. "I remember I had gotten home late that night, I had been doing some research at the Hogwarts library for something for work and I guess he just thought I was cheating on him or something. The fact that I came up pregnant a month or so later probably didn't help that idea, either."

"Mmm, no, I don't reckon it would help, would it," Ginny muttered. "He's still a prat for thinking you'd ever cheat on him. And with Krum, nonetheless!"

"We did date," Hermione pointed out with a giggle.

"That is true," Ginny said, giggling as well.

There were two loud cracks that came from the sitting room followed by two deep voices talking quietly as they neared the kitchen. Hermione and Ginny calmed down and smiled pleasantly as the two men walked in. They stopped when they saw the two woman smiling back at them.

"What?" Ron asked, looking from his sister, to his girlfriend, and back again.

"Oh, nothing," Ginny said, getting up and kissing Harry on the cheek. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.

"Well, I reckon we'll be leaving," Harry said, giving Ron a pointed look that wasn't missed by either girls.

"What was that about?" Ginny demanded.

Harry and Ron exchanged secretive looks and laughed.

"I'll tell you later," he said. "C'mon, let's go."

Ginny sighed and bade Hermione and Ron farewell. CRACK. They were gone.

"What was Harry talking about?" Hermione asked Ron as he walked to the kitchen cupboard and pulled out a Butterbeer. He walked back to Hermione, kissed her on top of the head, and took the seat beside her. He popped the top of the drink, took a deep gulp, and then set the bottle down.

"I suspect you'll find out later," was his answer. He pulled Hermione to her feet and said, "Let's go for a walk."

"But Ron," Hermione began to protest, but Ron cut her off.

"You'll thank me for it."

Hermione frowned for a moment, but then allowed herself to pulled out of the flat and then out to the Muggle street below.

Ron took her hand and together, they walked around Muggle London for an hour or so before they came to a stop in the park, right in front of the river Themes. The lights along the path they had been walking had turned on half an hour ago and the air held the promise of summer.

They walked a bit further and then, right under a tree, Ron stopped and turned his back on Hermione.

"Ron, what is it?" she asked him, reaching for him.

He spun around and caught her hand. Hermione let out a gasp of surprise.

"Hermione, I…I love you," he said in a voice that grew louder as he spoke.

"Ron, I love you too," Hermione replied, bewildered. What was wrong with him?

"There's something I have to ask you," Ron said, his gaze moving down to her stomach.

"What is it?" she asked him. And then she let out a little cry.

Ron sank onto one knee and reached into his pants pocket. He pulled out a little black, velvet box.

"Now I know that, well, we're already a family and all," he said, a small smile playing on his lips as he was turning the small box in his fingers, "but I want to do this right."

Hermione felt tears well in her eyes and shaky smile formed on her lips. He opened the box and nestled in more black velvet was a small, silver ring with a pristine diamond and more little diamonds around it. It glistened wetly in the fading evening light.

"Hermione, I love you," Ron said again, sounding confident and determined, "and I want to spend forever with you. Will you marry me?"

A sob escaped Hermione's lips and she nodded mutely. Ron beamed and slid the ring onto the third finger of her left hand. Then he stood and caught her lips in his. When he pulled away, he wiped away her tears and said, "I love you, 'Mione, forever. I always have and I always will."

"And I love you," Hermione whispered back in a broken sob. Ron kissed her again and when they pulled away, he let her go, but kept her hand in his and together, they walked back to the flat.

"You know, Hermione, I was thinking," Ron said thoughtfully.

"Never a good thing, that," Hermione laughed. Ron nudged her lightly and laughed.

"Maybe," he admitted. "But I think it's time to get a house. I mean a real house."

"Where?" Hermione asked him, tightening her grip on his hand. He squeezed her hand gently in response.

"I dunno," he replied. "I think a nice little cottage or something, but not too far from Mum and Dad or Harry and Ginny."

"Well…my parents own a bit of land not too far from the outskirts of London," Hermione said. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind giving it to us. I mean, they've had it for years and have never done anything to it. We could build a house."

"I like that idea," Ron said, pulling Hermione close. Hermione smiled contentedly as they finally reached the flat and made their way inside where they were immediately bombarded by screams of congratulations.

Ron immediately pulled out his wand, pushing Hermione behind him, but once he realized what was going on, he stowed his wand back in his jacket and then began to laugh, everyone else joining in.

Hermione peered around Ron and saw Ginny beaming at her.

They met each other half way and embraced in a tight hug.

"Congratulations, Hermione," Ginny shrieked.

"Thanks, Ginny!" Hermione laughed.

"Oh, all my kids are getting married," Mrs. Weasley said over the din. "What will I do now?"

"Oh, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione laughed.

That night, everyone celebrated Ron and Hermione's engagement and when the last of them (George and Angelina) finally left, Ron and Hermione crawled into bed, Crookshanks at the foot, and, as sleep pulled them under, Hermione said sleepily, "How'd they know?"

"Mmm…how'd who know what, 'Mi?" Ron asked, sounding as sleepy as Hermione felt.

"How'd they know about the engagement?" she asked, stifling a yawn.

"I told Harry about it before we got there this afternoon," Ron replied. He yawned widely and pulled Hermione closer. "Remember how Harry told Ginny he'd tell her later?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Yeah. He knew."

"Oh."

"'Mi?"

"Mmm?"

"Love you."

"Love you too…."

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-LovelyAlice831-