The waves made the familiar sound they always made. Every time the came here she knew she was there, because of that sound. Shell Cottage was a wonderful house and it was a lively place to go after the war. During the war it wasn't such a wonderful place. He was here around the time he left. Dobby died here. After she was marked she came here. Hermione though a lot about this place. Now she was okey coming here. She liked it when they walked on the beach, alone or with Bill, Flur and the two lille girls.
This day however, may have been the best day of her life. They walked alongside eachother on the beach and she told Ron how she felt about it now. He stroke her wound on her wrist carefully as he entwined their hands. They had been there with the whole Weasly family for Victorie's birthday witch was two days ago. Ron told her his parents wanted more time with their children and grandchildren, witch was true, but not the main reason.
They had stopped for a few minutes to take it all inn. Then he moved a bit away from her. His arm left her shoulder, his rigth had taking her left in his. She was about to ask what he was doing as he bent down on one knee. Her brain prossesed what was happening and her eyes began to get watery. She put her other had up to her mouth as he spoke.
"My love. We have often spoken about this place as something terrible yet amazingly wonderful. This place means something to both you and me and I thought it would be the prefect place to tell you what you mean to me. Hermione Jean Granger. I love you more than you could imagen. I've loved you for years before my stupid brain finally realised that youre the only one for me. You make me a better person and even though i'm away a lot you always greet me with kisses and with kindness when i come home. Mione, my Mione, youre the one that i want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?"
She was speachless. The only thing she manage to do was nodd her head and look as he opned the box to reveal the ring. It was very simple. But she liked it. It was gold and had a little stone. It was perfekt. He put it on her and was barly able to get up on his feet before she threw her arms around him and pressed her lips on his. " i know its not mutch, but." He said after they let go for a bit but she shook her head. " Its perfect, i love it." He let put another sign as she pulled him closer to her, their lips reunited.
" my mione, my mione."