Ron let go of Ginny. His mother tried again, scooping him into her arms and sobbing on him.
"Oh, Ron, my baby, my darling, who'd do this to you?"
"Mum, it was an accident."
"Don't try to justify them, boy." His father stepped forward.
"No, really, Dad. It was a misfired spell. It's my own fault."
"IT IS NOT!" Hermione screeched, leaping up from her chair so fast that it caused everyone to look at her. Mrs. Weasley let go of Ron and stood, hand on her chest as though trying to kepp her heart in it.
"It is not, your fault, Ron! Just because some idiot decided to have a duel in front of our house!" She looked frazzled and scared. Ron stepped forward.
"Sorry, Hermione. I worded that wrong."
"You sure did." Said Harry. He strode over to Ron, and put one hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry it had to be you, mate." Ron opened his arms and gave him an akward sort of man-hug.
"Thanks, Harry." Ron said, pulling back. "And," he said, voice raising as though to make an announcement. "Before everyone leaves,"
"Who said we were leaving?" Ginny asked.
"I did." Ron snapped. "Anyway, I have announcment to make. Please take a seat." And they did. "Now I've thought long and hard, and finally come to a descision." He turned to Hermione. "I'm sorry I've put you through all I have, and I'd like to make it up to you." He lowered himself on to one knee and Hermione's eyes widened and filled with tears.
"Hermione? Will you marry me?"
"Oh, Ron. I-I can't."
