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~*~*Flashback*~*~
Ron kneeled in front of Hermione opening the box in front of her. He took a deep breath and began, "Hermione, I didn't bring you here tonight to celebrate finishing our first year in auror training." He cleared his throat and watched Hermione stiffen. "I brought you here because I wanted to ask you something I've been thinking about since we graduated from Hogwarts."
He held on of her hands in his own, while his other hand held out the box. "Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor in becoming my wife?"
Hermione's eyes began to tear up as she looked down at the ring. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't. Sobs came out of her chest as she gripped tightly onto his hand. Finally she released his long fingers from her own and looked at him.
"Yes." She murmured as they both stood up and threw their arms around each other. "Yes, Ron!" She cried out as he leaned down to kiss her. The sounds of the fellow diners' clapping were drowning out as Ron ran his fingers threw Hermione's thick, brown hair.
~*~*End Flashback*~*~
Hermione stood at the foot of her bed she watched Ron's face intently before Harry entered the room. She turned to face him as he walked to her side. "How's he doing?" Harry asked turning to look at Ron.
Hermione took a breath and smiled. "He's doing very well. I've never seen someone recover as fast as he has. Do you think he's just trying to give us a good scare?"
He laughed. "If it was anyone else I would say know." He looked at Hermione's smiling face. "He has a good doctor, you know."
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "It's my job." She was so used to saying this. Everyone who had congratulated her on her on her work received this answer.
Harry sensed her lack of enthusiasm; "Do you ever regret quitting Auror training?"
She sighed and looked at Ron's feet. "There are a lot of things I regret, Harry, but that isn't one of them. I couldn't stick around. Someone had to leave, and I knew it was I. I regret what I did. Every day of my life I regret it. Even more now." She said pointing to Ron.
"You don't think it's your fault he's like this do you?"
"No, of course not." She shook her head, as she looked back to him. "I know it's not my fault. I'm just scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Scared that I'll never get to tell him that I'm sorry for what happened. I can't be in the same room and not fight with him. I wish it could go back to the way it was seven years ago."
"Um, Hermione- Ron and you always fought like that. Ever since you first met you were constantly arguing with each other over stupid things." Hermione smiled. To think of it, it was really true. They were always constantly arguing way back from their first year at Hogwarts.
"Harry, Thanks." She said putting her hand on his shoulder. "Have anything new about our case?" She smiled dully.
"I'm putting Phinius Harbrick on the list of suspects."
"Harry!" Hermione groaned. "He's thirteen years old! He's not capable of putting a twenty-five year old auror in a coma!"
"You know he was acting suspicious, Hermione. I've seen some pretty weird things, and this wouldn't top the list."
"But you yourself said it was at least nine feet tall!"
"Yeah but it also turned into something less than one foot tall."
Ron stirred and slowly opened his eyes. There were two blurred figures standing in front of him. He strained his ears trying to listen to the voices.
"Well, even if that were true, it would mean that whatever it was had to be an anigmus. So the thing that was nine feet would have to have been the human form, before it changed into its smaller form." She thought for a minute. "Unless it was a poli-anigmi! Although there are only three registered poli-anigmi living now."
"My dad wasn't a registered anigmi. Maybe there are unregistered poli- anigmi!"
Ron recognized one of the voices as Harry's. The other was vaguely familiar. His eyes began to come into focus again as they darted around the white walls of the room. No wonder everything looked so bright. Everything was white and the white sunlight poking through the curtains was almost blinding.
He moaned and sheilded the light from his eyes, "Where am I?"
Hermione and Harry stopped their conversation and looked over at the bed. Ron's eyes appeared to be open as he lifted his covers, "Why am I naked?" He asked looking up at the two faces that were awestruck.
Harry yelled, "Ginny! Mrs. Weasley! Come quick!" Harry yelled from the bedroom door as Hermione rushed to the bedside. She quickly grabbed the bottle of green goo from the table and poured it in a cup. She handed it to Ron.
"Drink." She commanded as he eyed the cup.
"I'm not going to drink this. You probably poisoned it."
Hermione rolled her eyes and took the cup. "I'm a Medi-Witch. I do not poison my patients. See look." She took a small drink from the cup and handed it to Ron.
He looked her over once before grabbing the cup. He downed it in one gulp and groaned as he felt his insides begin to burn. He began to cough and sputter as Hermione grabbed her wand from inside her robes. She pointed it at Ron and muttered a spell.
He began to smile and grabbed her hand, pulling her back down and kissing her cheek, "I love you." HE smiled goofily, as Hermione began to flush.
"Get some rest." She said patting his head and shooing everyone, including herself, out of the room.
"What did you do to him?" Harry asked smiling. "That was funny!"
"You should know what it was." She said, referring to the time in their third year when Harry had cast a Cheering Charm on Ron that was so powerful he had to leave the class room until he could stop laughing.
Harry looked at her confused. She rolled her eyes and began again. "It was an advanced Cheering Charm. I usually use them one the kids at the hospital. The one I used on him, gives the wizard a drunken feeling. It's quite silly, really, but it seems to cheer them up and keep their mind off of the pain."
"He'll go mad when we tell him what he said!" Ginny giggled.
"It was just a spell. He really has know control over what he says. He was only feeling immense happiness. He probably would've sadi the same thing to Voldemort himself." Hermione smiled.
Everyone else smiled along with her. However they all knew, Ron, whether in drunken stupor or not, had meant what he said in the bedroom.
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A/N: Review please! Than you Senors, and Senora, and Senoritas! Or whatever. Um, yeah! Alright.I'll be leaving now. I'd appreciate reviews.so do it!
~*~*Flashback*~*~
Ron kneeled in front of Hermione opening the box in front of her. He took a deep breath and began, "Hermione, I didn't bring you here tonight to celebrate finishing our first year in auror training." He cleared his throat and watched Hermione stiffen. "I brought you here because I wanted to ask you something I've been thinking about since we graduated from Hogwarts."
He held on of her hands in his own, while his other hand held out the box. "Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor in becoming my wife?"
Hermione's eyes began to tear up as she looked down at the ring. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't. Sobs came out of her chest as she gripped tightly onto his hand. Finally she released his long fingers from her own and looked at him.
"Yes." She murmured as they both stood up and threw their arms around each other. "Yes, Ron!" She cried out as he leaned down to kiss her. The sounds of the fellow diners' clapping were drowning out as Ron ran his fingers threw Hermione's thick, brown hair.
~*~*End Flashback*~*~
Hermione stood at the foot of her bed she watched Ron's face intently before Harry entered the room. She turned to face him as he walked to her side. "How's he doing?" Harry asked turning to look at Ron.
Hermione took a breath and smiled. "He's doing very well. I've never seen someone recover as fast as he has. Do you think he's just trying to give us a good scare?"
He laughed. "If it was anyone else I would say know." He looked at Hermione's smiling face. "He has a good doctor, you know."
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "It's my job." She was so used to saying this. Everyone who had congratulated her on her on her work received this answer.
Harry sensed her lack of enthusiasm; "Do you ever regret quitting Auror training?"
She sighed and looked at Ron's feet. "There are a lot of things I regret, Harry, but that isn't one of them. I couldn't stick around. Someone had to leave, and I knew it was I. I regret what I did. Every day of my life I regret it. Even more now." She said pointing to Ron.
"You don't think it's your fault he's like this do you?"
"No, of course not." She shook her head, as she looked back to him. "I know it's not my fault. I'm just scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Scared that I'll never get to tell him that I'm sorry for what happened. I can't be in the same room and not fight with him. I wish it could go back to the way it was seven years ago."
"Um, Hermione- Ron and you always fought like that. Ever since you first met you were constantly arguing with each other over stupid things." Hermione smiled. To think of it, it was really true. They were always constantly arguing way back from their first year at Hogwarts.
"Harry, Thanks." She said putting her hand on his shoulder. "Have anything new about our case?" She smiled dully.
"I'm putting Phinius Harbrick on the list of suspects."
"Harry!" Hermione groaned. "He's thirteen years old! He's not capable of putting a twenty-five year old auror in a coma!"
"You know he was acting suspicious, Hermione. I've seen some pretty weird things, and this wouldn't top the list."
"But you yourself said it was at least nine feet tall!"
"Yeah but it also turned into something less than one foot tall."
Ron stirred and slowly opened his eyes. There were two blurred figures standing in front of him. He strained his ears trying to listen to the voices.
"Well, even if that were true, it would mean that whatever it was had to be an anigmus. So the thing that was nine feet would have to have been the human form, before it changed into its smaller form." She thought for a minute. "Unless it was a poli-anigmi! Although there are only three registered poli-anigmi living now."
"My dad wasn't a registered anigmi. Maybe there are unregistered poli- anigmi!"
Ron recognized one of the voices as Harry's. The other was vaguely familiar. His eyes began to come into focus again as they darted around the white walls of the room. No wonder everything looked so bright. Everything was white and the white sunlight poking through the curtains was almost blinding.
He moaned and sheilded the light from his eyes, "Where am I?"
Hermione and Harry stopped their conversation and looked over at the bed. Ron's eyes appeared to be open as he lifted his covers, "Why am I naked?" He asked looking up at the two faces that were awestruck.
Harry yelled, "Ginny! Mrs. Weasley! Come quick!" Harry yelled from the bedroom door as Hermione rushed to the bedside. She quickly grabbed the bottle of green goo from the table and poured it in a cup. She handed it to Ron.
"Drink." She commanded as he eyed the cup.
"I'm not going to drink this. You probably poisoned it."
Hermione rolled her eyes and took the cup. "I'm a Medi-Witch. I do not poison my patients. See look." She took a small drink from the cup and handed it to Ron.
He looked her over once before grabbing the cup. He downed it in one gulp and groaned as he felt his insides begin to burn. He began to cough and sputter as Hermione grabbed her wand from inside her robes. She pointed it at Ron and muttered a spell.
He began to smile and grabbed her hand, pulling her back down and kissing her cheek, "I love you." HE smiled goofily, as Hermione began to flush.
"Get some rest." She said patting his head and shooing everyone, including herself, out of the room.
"What did you do to him?" Harry asked smiling. "That was funny!"
"You should know what it was." She said, referring to the time in their third year when Harry had cast a Cheering Charm on Ron that was so powerful he had to leave the class room until he could stop laughing.
Harry looked at her confused. She rolled her eyes and began again. "It was an advanced Cheering Charm. I usually use them one the kids at the hospital. The one I used on him, gives the wizard a drunken feeling. It's quite silly, really, but it seems to cheer them up and keep their mind off of the pain."
"He'll go mad when we tell him what he said!" Ginny giggled.
"It was just a spell. He really has know control over what he says. He was only feeling immense happiness. He probably would've sadi the same thing to Voldemort himself." Hermione smiled.
Everyone else smiled along with her. However they all knew, Ron, whether in drunken stupor or not, had meant what he said in the bedroom.
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A/N: Review please! Than you Senors, and Senora, and Senoritas! Or whatever. Um, yeah! Alright.I'll be leaving now. I'd appreciate reviews.so do it!