It was late Summer, 1990. Night has begun to set upon London.

Violet Beausoleil and Bill Weasley were draped across a Muggle hotel queen-sized bed, enjoying the last few days together before she would leave for her last year of school.

A proper couple would usually have this time together in each other's homes, or at somewhere public, like a park or the high street. First, however, their friends and families had no idea that this relationship was even going on, as they both would prefer to have it for themselves, instead of publicising it so broadly, lest it causes a rift amongst them. Second, there are little peace to be had in those places.

Violet would not want to impose a visit upon her mother's already frayed nerves, and Bill is the oldest of seven siblings, things would be chaotic at the best of outcomes. In that vein, the British wizarding community numbers at no more than thirty thousand heads, and going out for ice-cream at Fortescue's would be tantamount to a public engagement.

So, they spend most of their time amongst the Muggles. London is a huge city, much to be seen and done, and also easy to be lost into. Some wily thinking and funds provided by the good old trust fund vault, and the girl secured them a hotel room for their use, whenever walking around in the sun became tiring. It was in Camden, a couple of blocks away from her family's townhouse, but so ordinarily non-magical that none of their Pureblooded relatives would ever find themselves in.

The redhead was a little uncomfortable with the arrangement, as they were unmarried and it being untoward, but was convinced eventually, under the provision that they keep their decorum when alone together. His girlfriend rolled her eyes, but accepted the condition.

Now, Bill rustled through his green duffel bag, seemingly empty-minded. The thing had an Undetectable Extension Charm cast on it and he carried almost his entire life in it whenever he was out in assignment. She knew that, whatever he was looking for, would take a while to find.

Her eyes glazed in distraction and tiredness, and she began tracing the markings on the ceiling, some cracks that were forming in the reasonably well-kept, but remarkably ancient hotel. Neither of them truly paid any mind to each other for a brief amount of time. It is not a big deal, as they truly enjoyed each other's company, even when silent.

"Bill?" She lazily calls from the bed, beckoning him to join her in whatever it was that she was doing.

Her soft voice caught his attention and he turned to see her head hanging upside-down off the edge of the bed, her long hair flowing down.

The young man chuckled at the sight of his girlfriend. "You don't know what you do to me, do you?"

Bill, then, stuck his hand into his pocket, dropping the mysterious object he looked for in his bag inside and sitting beside her. The sudden dip in the mattress caused her to lean towards him, hugging him by the waist, a full palm from the hem of his jeans.

Violet had helped him to transfigure his clothes into something more akin to Muggle fashion, and while she finds him devastatingly handsome in whatever he wears, she also finds that he looks absolutely funny in whatever not a proper Wizarding robe. The high-waisted, loose pants and striped T-shirts five sizes too large coupled with his long hair and rugged charm made him into a parody of himself. Perhaps they would have better luck with the winter season at Christmas, she wagered.

She arched an eyebrow and smirked, an expression she wore whenever she had wicked ideas in her mind. "Why don't you refresh my memory, love?"

The Slytherin shot him a wink that he just melted for. She had a way about her that made him forget himself and let himself be played like a mouse. It was that rush of excitement he felt whenever she gave him that expression that reminded him that he desperately wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

He brushed his pale fingers down her cheek, tickling her just a bit. It makes her smile, this time more sincerely, as she looked at him lovingly.

"Well, I could start with the fact that you're unfathomably beautiful, sometimes it still blows my mind, and that you always stick by my side, no matter what may happen." He enumerates, lightly. "You're constantly worried for my wellbeing, which I think is adorable, even if it's completely unnecessary. You're encouraging, smart, loyal and effortlessly amazing, and I fall in love with you every time I look at you."

His gushing over you uplifted her spirits higher than the sky.

"Oh, that's starting to ring some bells." She chuckles.

Violet hooked her finger under the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to her lips, slowly closing her eyes and filling the gap between the two of them. When she opened your eyes once again, a ring was presented before her. It was a simple band, with a tiny diamond encrusted on it, but very carefully polished to perfection.

"What's this?" She gasped

"It's my Nana's. It's supposed to go on the finger of the eldest son's bride." He smiled proudly, reaching for your left hand. "It's an engagement ring. I want you to go to Hogwarts this year with a promise, that I'll wed you as soon as you come back next year."

"I didn't take you for the settling down type, Bill." She points out, her voice on the verge of failing.

Violet watched him slip the ring on your finger. He did not even have to ask you the question, he already knew the answer.

Bill admired the gem on her fourth finger and gave her hand a gentle kiss.

"How does it fit?" He asks, still holding on to her hand.

"It's perfect."