Two
Hermione walked slowly back to her dormitory. She felt much happier that Harry was going to help her. She reached the Gryffindor portrait, the Fat Lady was crying.
"I remember when you were eleven, oh now look at you, you're an adult!"
"Yeah, it's been a long few years." Hermione slid into the dormitory. It was empty apart from a silhouette by the fire. She recognised it as Ron.
Hermione had to talk to him, so she went over to sit with the boy she loved. "Ron?" Hermione whispered. Ron looked up, and then he frowned.
"What do you want?" He said. His voice was shaky, but not angry.
"Ron, we need to talk, there is no point in denying it!"
"I don't want to look at you."
"What are you doing then?" Hermione sat down and faced Ron.
"I'm not looking at you." Hermione looked intensely into his blue eyes. There were red rings around them, and they looked wet. He had been crying.
"Ron, just listen!"
"I cant!" He turned away to look at the fire; a wonderful glow enlightened his face.
"But why?"
"I got a letter this morning from Fred and Angelina."
"They are alright?"
"Yeah, Angelina is pregnant too."
"That's great!" Hermione smiled, she put a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Hermi, leave off." Ron removed Hermione's hand. "Fred and Angelina are twenty-five!" Ron shouted. "They've been married five years!"
"We've know each other for seven years!"
"Hermi, please, just please leave it!"
"This is one thing we can't leave Ron!"
"I know, but-" Ron seemed lost for words. Then he smiled. "Luckily you're the brainiest girl Hogwarts has ever seen!"
"What?"
"This baby is gonna be spoilt mad!"
"I still don't get it."
"I could start up Chess lessons, or a Chess shop, you could get into the Ministry as fast as possible, we will bring this baby up in a good environment." Hermione smiled at Ron, he actually had a good idea.
"Ron, you know, you're not that bad!" Hermione lay her head on Ron's shoulder.
"I do still love you."
"I know, I knew you did."
"So, Miss Hermione Granger, will you take my hand in marriage?"
"Yes, I will marry you."
"Shall we proceed to the ball?"
"Yes, we shall." Hermione stood up, holding his hand.
"Wait." Ron put his other hand in his pocket, and pulled out the box he had earlier, it contained the engagement ring.
"Ah, the ring." Ron slipped it on her finger. It glittered beautifully. "But where did you get it?"
Hermione walked slowly back to her dormitory. She felt much happier that Harry was going to help her. She reached the Gryffindor portrait, the Fat Lady was crying.
"I remember when you were eleven, oh now look at you, you're an adult!"
"Yeah, it's been a long few years." Hermione slid into the dormitory. It was empty apart from a silhouette by the fire. She recognised it as Ron.
Hermione had to talk to him, so she went over to sit with the boy she loved. "Ron?" Hermione whispered. Ron looked up, and then he frowned.
"What do you want?" He said. His voice was shaky, but not angry.
"Ron, we need to talk, there is no point in denying it!"
"I don't want to look at you."
"What are you doing then?" Hermione sat down and faced Ron.
"I'm not looking at you." Hermione looked intensely into his blue eyes. There were red rings around them, and they looked wet. He had been crying.
"Ron, just listen!"
"I cant!" He turned away to look at the fire; a wonderful glow enlightened his face.
"But why?"
"I got a letter this morning from Fred and Angelina."
"They are alright?"
"Yeah, Angelina is pregnant too."
"That's great!" Hermione smiled, she put a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Hermi, leave off." Ron removed Hermione's hand. "Fred and Angelina are twenty-five!" Ron shouted. "They've been married five years!"
"We've know each other for seven years!"
"Hermi, please, just please leave it!"
"This is one thing we can't leave Ron!"
"I know, but-" Ron seemed lost for words. Then he smiled. "Luckily you're the brainiest girl Hogwarts has ever seen!"
"What?"
"This baby is gonna be spoilt mad!"
"I still don't get it."
"I could start up Chess lessons, or a Chess shop, you could get into the Ministry as fast as possible, we will bring this baby up in a good environment." Hermione smiled at Ron, he actually had a good idea.
"Ron, you know, you're not that bad!" Hermione lay her head on Ron's shoulder.
"I do still love you."
"I know, I knew you did."
"So, Miss Hermione Granger, will you take my hand in marriage?"
"Yes, I will marry you."
"Shall we proceed to the ball?"
"Yes, we shall." Hermione stood up, holding his hand.
"Wait." Ron put his other hand in his pocket, and pulled out the box he had earlier, it contained the engagement ring.
"Ah, the ring." Ron slipped it on her finger. It glittered beautifully. "But where did you get it?"