"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked a disheveled Ginny, who was preparing
dinner. She rushed to and from the kitchen, anxiously carrying glasses,
plates, and dishes. Hermione was trying to help out her friend, but she was
too occupied with thoughts of Ron. It was five o'clock now, and the note
had said he would come back by now. However, with each minute ticking, she
grew more and more fretful.
"Don't worry Hermione. He'll be fine. He's with Elizabeth." Ginny responded matter-of-factly. Hermione nodded, relief washing over her. If Ron was with Elizabeth, there was no way nothing bad would happen to him. Elizabeth could kick serious butt.
"Good. Well, I guess now I can help you with dinner." Hermione stood up, pleased.
"So I'll distract everyone while you propose. Then, when you're done, I'll bring everyone back in." Elizabeth informed a half-interested Ron. He was visualizing her saying yes and his face glowed with happiness. Elizabeth allowed him thirty seconds reminiscence before smacking him on the head.
"Come on Ron, pay attention." She frowned, though there was an obvious twinkle in her eyes. Ron smiled helpfully.
"I am. Yeah, just make sure that you distract them for at least five minutes. Do whatever you have to do. I trust you." He said, looking her straight in the eye.
"Thanks."
Ron and Elizabeth Apparated back to their flats, eager for the plan to be brought out. Ginny, Harry, Andrew, and Hermione were all sitting round the kitchen, just starting dinner.
"There you are! I was worried sick about you!" Hermione cried out as she jumped up to hug her boyfriend. Elizabeth quickly drove everyone else's attention.
"Hey Harry, Ginny, Andrew, come with me. I have something to show you guys and I need you opinion on it." She spoke hastily, dragging Andrew's arm out the door. Ginny and Harry followed reluctantly. Hermione started to follow, but Ron stopped her.
"Hermione, I have to tell you something. Or more like I have to ask you something."
Hermione's eyes widened for a minute and she sat down willingly. Ron took a deep breath and produced the black satin box out of his pocket, then bended down on one knee.
"'Mione, I love you. There's no other way of putting it. I truly and affectionately love you, with all my heart, with every once of who I am. I can't imagine spending my life with someone who isn't Hermione Granger. I can't imagine spending my life without the smartest, most brilliant person I know and I've come to love. I trust you with my whole life, and I respect you deeply. There's something written in the stars, maybe a prophecy that says that I want to marry you, I want to have children with you, and I want to grow old with you. If I don't spend my whole life loving you, then I'm not Ron Weasley. I want to be with you every minute of my life...okay maybe not every minute, sorry, I'm not going to lie to you in my proposal. I want to be with you for the rest of my life...in various intervals." He chuckled briefly then turned back to face her amused eyes, "I love you. So, Hermione Anne Granger, will you marry me?"
He flipped open the ring box and just as he had hoped, Hermione's eyes widened with happiness, surprise, and wanting desire. Her hand fluttered to her mouth and tears stung in her eyes. But nevertheless, she got down and held Ron tightly against her. She looked at him earnestly and kissed him softly on the lips, the only answer he would want.
"Ronald Weasley, I'd love to marry you."
"Don't worry Hermione. He'll be fine. He's with Elizabeth." Ginny responded matter-of-factly. Hermione nodded, relief washing over her. If Ron was with Elizabeth, there was no way nothing bad would happen to him. Elizabeth could kick serious butt.
"Good. Well, I guess now I can help you with dinner." Hermione stood up, pleased.
"So I'll distract everyone while you propose. Then, when you're done, I'll bring everyone back in." Elizabeth informed a half-interested Ron. He was visualizing her saying yes and his face glowed with happiness. Elizabeth allowed him thirty seconds reminiscence before smacking him on the head.
"Come on Ron, pay attention." She frowned, though there was an obvious twinkle in her eyes. Ron smiled helpfully.
"I am. Yeah, just make sure that you distract them for at least five minutes. Do whatever you have to do. I trust you." He said, looking her straight in the eye.
"Thanks."
Ron and Elizabeth Apparated back to their flats, eager for the plan to be brought out. Ginny, Harry, Andrew, and Hermione were all sitting round the kitchen, just starting dinner.
"There you are! I was worried sick about you!" Hermione cried out as she jumped up to hug her boyfriend. Elizabeth quickly drove everyone else's attention.
"Hey Harry, Ginny, Andrew, come with me. I have something to show you guys and I need you opinion on it." She spoke hastily, dragging Andrew's arm out the door. Ginny and Harry followed reluctantly. Hermione started to follow, but Ron stopped her.
"Hermione, I have to tell you something. Or more like I have to ask you something."
Hermione's eyes widened for a minute and she sat down willingly. Ron took a deep breath and produced the black satin box out of his pocket, then bended down on one knee.
"'Mione, I love you. There's no other way of putting it. I truly and affectionately love you, with all my heart, with every once of who I am. I can't imagine spending my life with someone who isn't Hermione Granger. I can't imagine spending my life without the smartest, most brilliant person I know and I've come to love. I trust you with my whole life, and I respect you deeply. There's something written in the stars, maybe a prophecy that says that I want to marry you, I want to have children with you, and I want to grow old with you. If I don't spend my whole life loving you, then I'm not Ron Weasley. I want to be with you every minute of my life...okay maybe not every minute, sorry, I'm not going to lie to you in my proposal. I want to be with you for the rest of my life...in various intervals." He chuckled briefly then turned back to face her amused eyes, "I love you. So, Hermione Anne Granger, will you marry me?"
He flipped open the ring box and just as he had hoped, Hermione's eyes widened with happiness, surprise, and wanting desire. Her hand fluttered to her mouth and tears stung in her eyes. But nevertheless, she got down and held Ron tightly against her. She looked at him earnestly and kissed him softly on the lips, the only answer he would want.
"Ronald Weasley, I'd love to marry you."