A/N: Yay! One more chapter after this, then I can make it complete!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Round seven
"HERMIONE!" Ron shouted.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I was… I was trying to fill the vase with water to put the flowers I picked in and I dropped it and now I don't know what to do!" she said quickly with tears coming from her eyes.
"What?" Ron asked confused, not comprehending a word of it.
"The vase," she sniffed, "I broke it."
"Who cares, it's a bloody vase. There's a million more at the store," Ron said.
"Oh no!" Hermione cried.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You…" she started sobbing.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
She started sobbing even harder.
"Hermione?" Ron asked slowly, walking over to the bed where she was sitting.
"Just say it!" she screamed.
"Will you marry me?" he said quietly.
"I knew it!" she screamed, "You want to break up with me!" She stood up and started packing her bags.
"Hermione, no, that's not it!" Ron said, stopping her.
"It's not?" She asked tears coming from her eyes.
"No," He said.
She wrapped her arms around him.
"Thank Merlin, I dunno what I would've done!" she said, snuggling her head onto his chest.
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"Harry!" Ron said, walking into his kitchen, "I have horrible instincts."
"No way!" Harry said sarcastically.
"Thanks for the support," Ron said, sitting down at the table across from Harry. "What should I do?"
"Be blunt about it," Harry said.
"Last time I tried that she thought I was breaking up with her."
"You were yelling."
"I was trusting my instincts."
"Don't."
"Good enough advice for me," Ron said.
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A/N: Uhm... Please review!
