Roses
The first thing she saw was the large vase of roses. They were pale white, beautiful in the warm summer sunlight that had come in through the windows. She'd never seen anything so beautiful and delicate in her life. But where had they come from? She was the only one who lived in the flat and they had not been there when she'd gone to bed the night before. Then the smells of breakfast being cooked caught her nostrils. There was only one person who made breakfast for her and would be brave enough to come into her flat without her knowing. George Weasley.
"Happy Valentine's day." She smiled, walking across the kitchen come dining room to kiss him firmly on the lips, pulling him away from the bacon he was frying. He responding, lifting her up slightly so he could hold her tight to him. He enjoyed surprising her every now and then with treats and small gestures that would remind her that he loved her. It wasn't that she forgot in the hours of the day that they spent apart, but occasionally it was nice to treat her, to remind her that not all men are like Ronald Weasley.
"Thank you darling." He grinned, kissing her again as she gently relaxed her grip around his neck, moving her arms to his waist so he could continue cooking breakfast. She liked this, him dropping by unexpectedly. He was predictable in that she would never really know if he was going to do it or not. Of course, he had not really broken into her home. He had his own key and knew the passwords to all her protections.
They sat eating in silence, her admiring her new roses in their vase while he watched her. There was something he wanted to ask her, something big and important that made him nervous. Five years ago he would never have thought of doing this, but he was a different man to the one had been. She was a different woman.
"Hermione," She looked at him, smiling as she did so. He coughed slightly, trying to find his nerve. "Hermione. You have been my girlfriend for some time now and well, willyoumarryme?" He blurted the last few words so that she couldn't understand them. He took a deeper breath and tried to control his voice as he took on of the pure white roses from the vase. It transformed into a simple silver ring, lying in the palm of his hand as he looked into her eyes, no longer nervous.
"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"
The passionate kiss on his lips was what he took to mean she said yes.