A/N: Short fluffy chapter...shall it be the last? Hmm...Oh...I almost forgot! Thank you thank you thank you to all of my reviewers! I appreciate you all so much! Thank you! I love you all!
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Hermione sat in silence at the small table in the kitchens of Hogwarts. The hose elves were bustling around her as she tried not to cry. She was scrubbing violently at one of Hogwarts many golden pates, trying to get rid of her anger and pain. Hermione couldn't believe Ron's nerve, he'd acted like such a prick! Hermione sniffed at the thought of the engagement she's been so sure of.
"Missis, is something wrong?" Dobby asked, tugging gently at Hermione's cloak while he looked around himself nervously.
"Oh screw Ron Weasley!" Hermione exclaimed before thinking better of what she's just said, "I mean- - don't screw Ron, just, oh I don't know!"
"Miss, don't be sad, Dobby is sure everything is okay," Dobby said in attempt to comfort Hermione.
"I don't know anymore," Hermione said with a sorrowful sigh.
"Well miss-don'ts be cleaning too much. You's are not making the house elves very happy," Dobby begged, looking nervously at all the glaring house elves.
"I'm sorry Dobby, I didn't mean to bother you I'll be leaving now," Hermione mumbled, dropping the plate with a clatter. She stood with another sniff as a house elf scrambled to pick up the plate.
"Oh Dobby is sorry miss! Dobby not mean bad," Dobby squealed in a frenzy.
"No Dobby, I really have to go," Hermione declared. Hermione moved slowly towards the portrait exit, and when Dobby didn't make a move to stop her, she quickened her pace. A few moments later Hermione found herself moving away from the warm kitchens through the chilled Hogwarts halls. The torches flickered weakly along the wall and led Hermione to her favorite place at Hogwarts; the library.
Hermione crept through the ornate library doors quietly and sat at the first table she ran into. Sitting there, in the library, Hermione wanted to be angry; however, her brain wouldn't allow anger. Instead, she reminisced about the library and all the great times spent there. She recalled the time it took to find Nicholas Flamel, she remembered helping Harry for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and she thought of the day Ron had finally asked her out. Hermione unconsciously smiled as she though of the November day not even a year ago.
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Hermione sat in the library looking over her Arithmacy essay for the umpteenth time. She scrutinized her work for mistakes that were not there. It was as Hermione finally began to roll the parchment that Ron walked nervously into the library. Hermione smiled when she saw him approaching.
"Ron Weasley at the library when I haven't forced him here? And in the middle of the day?" Hermione exclaimed quietly.
"Yeah, well I was looking for you, I've got a question." Ron said, playing with the hem of his shirt nervously.
Hermione smiled, 'Talk."
Ron cleared his throat before saying, "Hermione, you know we've know each other for a longtime and there's something I've been meaning to ask you for years."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she tensed in apprehension. "Yes Ron?"
Ron gulped, "Hermione, I was wondering, would you be my girlfriend?" Ron asked. He blushed furiously and seemed to stop breathing.
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Re-really?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," Ron answered simply.
Hermione, forgetting years of silence in the library, squealed, 'Yes Ron! Of course I'll be your girlfriend!" Hermione jumped up from her seat and hugged Ron, who was beaming in a mix of joy and amazement.
It took the two a moment to realize the applause that was ringing around them. Even old Madame Pince, usually so strict, had joined into the clapping. Hermione blushed at the attention she had stirred, but the applause only made her happier.
"You know I love you," Ron whispered.
"Ronald Weasley, I think I've loved you all my life," Hermione replied.
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Hermione drew her knees to her chin and smiled at the thought of that November day. Maybe she wasn't being fair to Ron. He was a guy, and he had been waiting so patiently. Hermione felt as though she'd just received a failing mark in 'relationships'.
Hermione would have continued to dwell had there not been a loud clatter that snapped her out of her thoughts. She jumped up and took out her wand.
"Who's there?" Hermione snapped.
"Hermione," a voice whispered.
Hermione tiptoed to the restricted section to see who had spoken. She peered through the shelves of books and finally caught a glance at the shadows of a figure.
"Hello?" Hermione asked nervously.
Suddenly there was a burst of light as a lantern was lit before her by Ron, who was kneeling on the floor. Hermione gasped.
"Hermione," Ron said.
"R-Ron," Hermione mumbled in response.
"I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me, you know I love you!" Ron said.
"I know Ron, I love you too," Hermione said.
"Hermione," Ron said.
"Ron," Hermione replied.
"Will you marry me?" Ron asked, pulling out a box and opening it to reveal a diamond encrusted ring that was a family heirloom.
Hermione stayed silent, her mind overtaken with join, before replying, "Yes Ron! Yes I'll marry you! Yes!" Hermione dropped to her knees and hugged Ron tightly, causing the two to topple to the floor.
"Then let me give you a symbol of our love," Ron said before slipping the ring slowly onto Hermione's left ring-finger.
"Oh Ron," Hermione exclaimed in joy before the two finally kissed, deeply and passionately. That kiss, on the floor of the restricted section in the library, was their first as an engaged couple, and there was no place they'd rather be.
A/N: Awwwwww. Fluffynessity! Awwwwww, well I liked it! Lol, review guys, please, I accept anonymous comments! :( Please? Ah well...so...what did you all think!?