Chapter 10: Dinner and a Proposal

"Where the hell is Hermione?!" Ron yelled, from up the stairs. It was getting closer and closer to six-thirty that evening. He was getting ready for a night of dinner and dancing with his soon to be fiancée, or at least he hoped she would be.

"I haven't seen her since she left for work this morning," Harry screamed back.

"Did you tell her that you were planning on taking her out to dinner tonight?" Ginny asked, walking out of the bathroom.

"Well, no," Ron admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, then, how can you be so sure that she'll even be home before seven?" Ginny said, standing in front of her brother with her hands on her hips.

"Because her sift is done at six! That's why I made the reservations for seven!"

"Right."

"Look, can you two please stop arguing?" Harry asked, coming up the steps. "Besides I think I heard her car pull in just now." Sure enough, Hermione walked through the door moments later. Her hair was a mess, and she didn't look very happy. Ron ran down the stairs to greet her.

"Hey honey," he said, "rough day at the hospital?"

"Yeah, you could say that," Hermione replied, "I had to deliver three babies and two sets of twins, and I never got my lunch break. I'm so hungry!" She went to move into the kitchen in search of something to eat, when Ron stopped her.

"Wait, Hermione," he told her. She looked at him as if he was crazy. "Please." She started to laugh, why he wasn't sure.

"Ron, I'm not in the mood to have sex right now. I really need to eat something." Harry and Ginny, who still stood on the stairs laughed at this. Hermione turned to them, and before she could tell them anything, they took off up the stairs.

"No, that's not what I wanted," Ron said, a little red in the face. "I just thought that since neither one of us has had any dinner that we might go out together." He paused, letting her think it over for a moment. When she gave him a smile he said, "So, how about it then?" Hermione nodded. "Great! Then we should get ready, so we can be at the restaurant for seven." Without saying anything else he ran up into to his room to get ready.

"Wonder what this is all about?" Hermione said, to herself before going up to her room. She pulled off her work clothes and found a nice black dress, because she had little time to get ready, she just brushed her hair out and pulled it back into a sweeping ponytail and let a few strands hang around her face. As a final touch she put on some light lipstick, eye shadow, and Blush. Hermione found some black shoes with a slight heel, but too high. Slipping them on her feet and grabbing a small purse, she left her room.

Ron was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing black dress pants, with matching shoes, jacket, and tie. And a white freshly ironed dress shirt. Well, he couldn't have ironed it himself, she thought. But he does look extremely handsome. "You look really beautiful," he said, as she came down the stairs. She smiled.

"Well, you're extremely handsome," She took his arm. "So, who ironed your shirt for you? I know that you have no clue on how to use a muggle iron."

"Harry did," Ron told her, as they walked out into the navy blue sky that came with the night.

"Really, I would've thought that Ginny had done it."

"Well, there was no way I was going to ask my sister it iron it for me!" He opened the car door so that she could get in.

"Why, thank you," She said, getting in and shutting the door. Ron went around to the driver's side and got in.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet and peaceful; Hermione spent most of her time looking at the stars in the heavens, although that was kind of hard to do in a car that was moving.

Dinner was absolutely wonderful. Ron and Hermione enjoyed a three course meal consisting of pasta, steak, and finally desert. They had expensive wine to drink. "Oh, Ron! How are you ever going to pay for all of this? It's so wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed, just as desert arrived. Just after the waiter had taken away their finished desert plates, and Hermione had gone to the bathroom to freshen up, Ron went to the DJ and requested a song that he wanted to dance to with her. He hoped that he could one day use it in their wedding. Bryan Adams (Everything I Do) I Do It for You was one of the most beautiful songs that he had ever heard.

Hermione was walking back to the table when she heard one of her favourite muggle songs fill the restaurant. When she got to the table she saw Ron standing there and smiling at her. "May I have this dance?" he asked, offering his hand. She grinned and took his hand, nodding. "I love this song," he whispered in her ear, as they slowly danced. "I want it to be our wedding song." Hermione's eyes suddenly went wide. Ron let go of her and got down on one knee. "Hermione," he said, taking her hands in his. Her face was expressionless; he couldn't tell what her reaction was going to be when he asked her. "I've spent most of life loving you, and I wish to continue that, because 'there's no love, like your love.' Will you marry me?" Ron pulled out the box with the ring in it. He looked up into her face, and saw that her eyes were still very wide. She shook her head, grabbed her purse and ran through the restaurant and into the street. Hermione ran in the direction of their home, she couldn't ever tell Ron what had happened to her that had caused her not accepted his proposal.

Back at the manor, Ginny Potter was lying on the couch in the living room, reading a book. Her husband was upstairs in the attic looking for some books on the Dark Arts. They wanted to find a spell that would finish Lord Voldemort off for good. It wasn't an easy task; there were very few books that even had spells that could protect you from him.

She didn't notice the door to her house slowly open. A tall figure in long black robes walked through the entrance into the living room and quietly moved behind the couch. Ginny never noticed anything, which was until the intruder came up behind her.

Moving quickly, he grabbed her around the waist and put a gloved hand over her mouth to keep her from making any noise that might alert someone else in the house. But the minute she felt him grab her, she screamed. He didn't care, however, and pulled off the couch, out the front door, and apparated to a place where no one was sure to find her, before he was done with Ginny.

A/N: I wrote this during school. I was lucky the teachers never found out! Anyway, I've been really tired lately, having drama pratices all hours of the day and night. So, I'll see when the next chapter can be written. Probably sometime this weekend or next week. Anyway, don't forget to review!