Part Three



What was I thinking? A book! It sounded like a good idea at the time, and Harry agreed that it seemed pretty bloody romantic. Serves me right I guess.

Ron walked back to the Burrow, his heart torn asunder. Tucking the book back into his pants, he wiped the tears from his face and walked in the house.

"What happened, Ron?" Ginny said immediately as he walked into the kitchen, her face red from snogging with Harry. "What did you do to her?!"

"I wasn't good enough for her." He said, trying desperately to hold back the tears in his already red eyes. "She didn't even give me a chance to propose before she yelled at me and ran off."

"What do you mean you didn't propose?" Ginny said angrily. "She has been waiting for you to ask her all week, you silly git!"

"Ginny!" Both Ron and Harry yelled in unison.

"Okay, okay, so I told her." She held up her arms in defense. "But you have been breaking her heart all week by not having asked her yet. She thinks you don't want her anymore."

"But I was about to ask her just now!" Ron shouted. "And she was raving like a lunatic! I thought she wouldn't want to marry me because I don't have any money!"

"Why on earth would you think that?" Ginny frowned at him. "You've never had any money, and she's been your girlfriend for years! I swear sometimes you have no common sense whatsoever!"

"But today in Diagon Alley, I heard her say–"

"That she wanted a ring! She was giving you a hint, you idiot!"

Ron smacked his forehead in his understanding. "Bloody hell, what have I done?"

Harry walked over to his friend and smacked him on the back. "Nothing more than what we've expected from you for years. Your complete and total misunderstanding of the female psyche."

"Thanks, Harry." Ron said flatly, before heading for the stairs to Ginny's room.

"Where are you going now?"

"I've gotta talk to her."

"Well she's not here."

"What?"

"She left already. Did you not notice the car was gone from the drive?"

"Er, no."

Ginny threw her hands up in the air. "Now I know you're an idiot."

Harry fished the keys to his motorbike from his pocket. "Here, take my bike. You can probably catch her before she hits town."

"Thanks Harry. I'm glad you're on my side." Ron said grabbing for Harry's helmet.

"No, I agree with Ginny. You're an idiot." Harry said with a grin, before he leaned into his friend again. "So prove me wrong. Don't let the best thing that ever happened to you get away."

"Right." Ron said, jamming the helmet on his head.

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How could I have been so stupid? I must be mad I swear! Hermione said to herself, as she sped down the dark road. Ginny never should have told me that he wanted to marry me. I'm such a fool!

Suddenly, she noticed through the blur of her own tears, a single headlight burning brightly in her rearview mirror a few meters higher than any normal muggle vehicle she had ever known, except for one.

What on earth does Harry think he's doing?

The motorbike soared over her car and landed a few hundred meters in front of her, nearly causing to veer off the road.

Hermione climbed out of the car screaming. "Harry! What the blazes do you think you're doing. Let me pass, there is nothing you can do for Ron now. He doesn't want me!"

"Whatever gave you that idea?" said the muffled voice behind the helmet, as he jumped off the bike and ran over to her.

"Look, Ginny told me that Ron was intending to propose to me. He just changed his mind, that's all." She said, wiping the tears away from her face, wondering how his helmet made him seem taller than usual. "I'll get over it, somehow. I just need some time to myself, so if you don't mind, I have to get back to London."

The helmeted Harry spoke again, "Did it ever occur to you that maybe he was just now trying to propose to you back at the Burrow?"

"Harry, he chickened out. He gave me a book instead." Hermione said, feeling the warm summer breeze on her face beginning to dry her tears.

Harry pulled out the book from the back of his pants and handed her the book. "Open it." He said simply.

Hermione pulled the ribbon off the book and opened up the inside cover, there it read above the small pocket inside,

This is not only a journal, but an unending journal for you, to keep and share all the secrets and treasures that you will come to find throughout the rest of your life. I hope that you will also see this as a symbol of my unending love for you as well.


I will love you forever,

Ron


Hermione poked her finger in the tiny pocket. She pulled out a small, but a rather delicate and beautiful ring.

Harry took off his helmet, revealing a smiling red-haired man. "Hermione, I'm so sorry, I should have done this a week ago."

"Ron!" Hermione squealed through her choked up tears, and he raised his hand to her lips to quiet her, and she stood there, watching him, as he grasped her hands, bending down upon his knees.

"Hermione Granger. Never in my life have I known anyone quite like you. You can make a rainy day sunny again with your smile, and your laugh brightens up my whole world. Please don't take that away from me, for I don't think that I could possibly want to go on without you. Will you marry me?"

She simply nodded, tears rolling down her face. "Oh yes, Ron! Yes!"

Ron came back up to kiss her and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back fiercely. They parted only enough to still be connected by their foreheads, gazing into each others eyes.

"I'm sorry that this didn't turn out the way I planned it. I really wanted it to be perfect."

"It was Ron. It was."