"Ange? Where'd you go?" George called, trying to find his girlfriend in the midst of the crowd of people. "Accio Angelina Johnson!" he cried, raising his wand.
People screamed as a woman hurtled past them, propelled by an invisible force.
"There you are," George said calmly as she landed next to him in a heap in front of the Burrow's fireplace.
"Did you just – DID YOU JUST SUMMON ME?" she shrieked, getting to her feet and trying to tame her frizzy hair, her dark eyes wild with anger.
"Yes," George shrugged modestly.
"GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY –" she began. The people surrounding them were staring, some with amusement. Out of the corner of his eye George saw Harry and Ginny laughing at him, the cabbage-heads.
"Hey Ange," he murmured.
"What?" she snapped.
"It's 11:59…."
"So?" his girlfriend retorted angrily.
"It's New Year's Eve," he said, rolling his eyes. "And I have to give you something."
He went down on his knees and took a small box out of his jacket pocket. Angelina immediately calmed down, her eyes shining with joy. The crowd around them quieted too, taking in the romantic scene playing out before them.
"Angelina Johnson, will you marry me?" he asked quietly, opening the box to reveal a Muggle plastic spider ring.
"ARE YOU BLOODY KIDDING ME?" she shouted, cheeks flushing with anger once more.
Just then, the people around them started counting down to the new year. "Ten, nine, eight…"
Swiftly George drew out another box from his jacket and opened it to reveal a beautiful gold ring. Angelina burst out laughing, and shouted "Yes!" just as the clock struck. All around them, couples started kissing.
George grinned, slid the ring on his fiancée's finger, and then, dramatically sweeping her off her feet, kissed her.