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After eating their meals and rather large desserts, the merry group exited the restaurant. They gave each other hugs and said quick good-byes, and everyone once again wished Hermione a happy birthday before disapparating, apparently to their homes, though one couldn't be too sure where Fred and George went. Soon, only Hermione and Ron were left.

Ron was suddenly very nervous. He rubbed the back of his neck and stood a bit apart from Hermione. The box in his pocket suddenly weighed a ton.

Breathe, Ron, he commanded himself. In, out. In, out. Breathe. He slowly exhaled. Looking at the birthday girl, who seemed impossibly beautiful, he panicked.

There is no way she'd accept, he thought. He felt him pals getting sweaty.

His reflections were interrupted when Hermione took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you so much, Ron," she said. "Tonight was wonderful." She pulled his head towards hers and kissed him. Grinning, she began to walk down the street.

Wonderful, a voice sang in his head. She thinks I do wonderful things! Ron quickly followed her.

Soon they arrived at her door. Ron turned towards her, completely aware that there were butterflies in his stomach on sugar high.

"I, er…I mean, I—" Ron stared stupidly at her.

Amused, Hermione cut him off. "Would you like to come in? My mother wants to talk to you, or something. She told me to make sure you came in…" She trailed off, not entirely sure what the whiteness of his face and the trembling of his hands and knees meant. Surely her mother wasn't that scary. Maybe something had happened when she was finishing her hair. She shrugged the thought off and gave him a nervous smile.

Heartened by her grin, Ron found himself suddenly able to once more use his voice. "I'd love to come in," he replied evenly, if a bit higher than usual. Anxiety was to be expected after all. Taking a breath, he walked in.

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Eileen Granger beamed as she looked from her daughter to Ron. A blind person could see that they were madly in love with each other.

Remembering what was outside, she looked questioningly at Ron. Slightly pale, Ron gave her a small nod. That was her cue.

"Well, I should be going upstairs now. I'm exhausted," she told them as she gave a highly exaggerated yawn. "So sleepy." She gave Ron a secretive smile and tried to communicate her faith in her daughter's answer. The poor boy looked like he needed a vote of confidence. Or several. She quickly went up the stairs.

Is my mother skipping Hermione thought to herself. Shaking her head she looked back at her boyfriend, who was perspiring profusely. They've all gone mad.

Courage, man. Courage. For some reason, his silent instructions did nothing to help. Feeling like he couldn't move, he looked at Hermione. His heart suddenly swelled and the butterflies melted away. She had that effect on him. After receiving a smile that made him feel like he could do anything, he was ready.

"Hermione," he began. "Let's go outside." Taking her hand, he commenced leading her down the hall.

The path to the garden was strewn with rose petals. She gasped in wonder as she noticed the fairies lighting it up. Hermione had never seen the garden look more beautiful. Her eyes widened as they came to the fountain. The water reflected the light of hundreds of fairies, and the reflections danced upon the basin. It was absolutely magical.

She turned to look at Ron, ready to thank him for this fantastic birthday and gasped. The tall man was kneeling beside her. Her hands trembled as he took them.

"Hermione," he said. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. He went on. "I may not have always loved you. Or even liked you," he added, his eyes dancing at the memory of a condescending know-it-all pointing out a spot of dirt in his nose. She laughed. "But I have come to see that there is no one in the world I would rather spend my life with. You're smart, beautiful, and caring, and I love you with all my heart." He let go of her hand and pulled out the small velvet box that had been in his pocket all night. Hermione's breathing quickened. "Hermione Granger," Ron continued, his voice shaking with emotion. "Will you marry me?"

The end of his speech was greeted with silence. In his head, Ron wished desperately that she would say yes. Hermione merely stared.

After what seemed like an eternity to Ron, Hermione smiled at him. "Of course I'll marry you, Ron," she cried happily. "I love you," she added as an afterthought.

Delirious with pleasure, he picked her up and swung her around. "I'm getting married!" he bellowed to the night. She laughed as he put her on the ground and swooped down for a kiss.

Though they were excited for the couple, all the spectators who had been watching from Hermione's bedroom shook their heads in disgust. Turning away from the sight they beamed at each other. After all, they had been waiting for this for a very long time.

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He had located the broken window and was slowly picking up the rock that had apparently broken it. The gang of boys raced away on their bikes, laughing and shouting. Saddened, he looked at the shards of glass that littered the floor. What a bother it would be to pick it up, he thought. Maybe I could just… After glancing around nervously as if he were expecting the neighbors to have forced their way in and watch him to make sure he did no magic, he closed his eyes. He made himself remember every detail of his wand, down to he scratch it had gotten during the Battle. Clearing his mind of all other thoughts except his wand, he tried to summon it. Accio Wand! He held his breath and waited, heat beating fast. Nothing happened. Harry kept his eyes closed and ordered again, Accio Wand! He had resigned himself to disappointment when he heard a whistling sound and opened his eyes to spot his soaring wand drop into his outstretched hand.

Staring in shock, he noticed a warmth traveling from his hand, up his arm, and through the rest of his body. He didn't remember how very right this felt. Clutching his wand, he made a sweeping motion and all the glass pieces disappeared.

Checking to make sure no one was watching he pointed it at the window and said, "Reparo!" To his shock, a sparklingly clean window replaced the jagged remainders that had been there moments before. Smiling wider than he had in years, Harry Potter went to bed.

Hundreds of miles away in an immaculate building, a man named John was napping in his chair. John's job was to monitor magic. He needed to make sure that underage and unqualified wizards didn't perform spells. Seven years ago, he had been given another responsibility. If ever a certain wizard practiced magic, he was to locate the wizard and tell the Minister of Magic.

A beeping sound suddenly filled the room. John woke up with a start and looked around, bleary-eyed, for the source of the noise. He fully woke up when he saw that a flashing had started. He read the two words and his eyes widened. He quickly pressed a few buttons and more words formed above him.

Liverpool, it read. Swallow Drive.

He quickly scribbled a note and sent it off to the Minister. He had found Harry Potter.

Author's Note: Sorry if the proposal was a bit off. I'm not very good at writing cute things like that.