Hermione and Ron were sitting at a little table, waiting for Harry to do whatever he wanted to.
Napkins also fascinated Ron. Ordinary, paper napkins, that said, "100% recycled material," on them. "Weird! I've only seen wizard ones, where they wipe your face clean for you."
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Hermione slowly shook her head. Ron, seeing this, said, "Hermione? Can I speak to you? Outside?"
Hermione was a little curious as she said, "sure."
They walked outside.
"Erm…" Ron stopped at the awkward moment. "Hermione, I've been wanting to ask you for over a year…"
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Previous Chappie:
Harry ignored Miz Meyer's comments about Jasmine, and walked up to her once the bright-pink-faced (because of the lipstick) young muggle left.
She turned around, and there he was in front of her. Oh, bloody hell, what AM I gonna do now? Oh forget it, he knows already. I could tell.
She pretended that nothing was wrong. "Sooooo, you want a massage, pink face, a red face, or a bedroom?"
"Jasmine, you know why I'm here."
Jasmine could tell her nervous face gave her away.
"Okay, Harry, love. Listen…"
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Jasmine paused, and glanced at Harry's face. She saw his expression—sadness and happiness at the same time—and opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
"Jasmine, I…I love you. Please marry me again. I know you love me, since you recognized me. I can tell by your face…"
He stopped abruptly, as Jasmine was silently crying. Clumsily, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a ring; with the biggest diamond Harry had ever seen in it.
"Harry—I'm…I'm engaged."
A/N: Short, but who cares? I'll add the next chapter tonight too.
Until later, Jennie*~