Will you not marry me?

Chapter One.

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I smiled as I stared at the head of flaming her hair next to me. Wait. The head of flaming red hair next to me! LYING DOWN! I, Hermione Granger sat up. Suddenly the events previous to us falling asleep came back to me. I calmed down, until Ronald Weasley appeared that is. I saw the look on his face as he saw me laying next to his sleeping brother. The look on his face showed pain and obvious revenge. He took one last look at us, then turned and walked back towards the Burrow. I groaned and buried my face in George's chest. I had just been seen waking up next to my boyfriend's brother.

George and I trudged up the hill back to the house an hour later, having woken up, after I had fallen back asleep. Mrs. Weasley came running out of the house, an accusatory look on her face. She gave her son a warning glare. "George Weasley! What on earth were you doing with Hermione? Ron said…" she screamed, but was interrupted. "Mrs. Weasley. This is just a big misunderstanding . George and I were watching the clouds and talking, and we fell asleep. Ron saw us and assumed the worst." I explained. Trying to calm her. "I promise nothing happened." Mrs. Weasley looked at us and relaxed. "All right." she finally responded, then walked back to the house. George and I both knew nothing had happened, but neither of us could help but wish something would.

I admit, I panicked. When Ron asked me to dinner I was worried, when he led me to the fanciest place in town I was scared, and when he got down on one knee I screamed and fled. You see, I didn't love Ron. Not in the way he wanted me to. I was in love, yes, but not with him. I apparated back to the Burrow and plopped on the bed in time to hear a male voice in the kitchen. Ron was back. I shut my eyes and a tear fell. In a moment I had stood up and was gone.

An hour later found me on George's couch in his apartment over the shop. I had told him everything. I had told him about not loving Ron, about Ron proposing, and how much I loved him. "I love you George." I had told him. At this he had stiffened and disapparated. I now sat on his couch, tears flowing from my eyes. I closed my eyes and wiped away the tears, reopening them, a determined look on my face. I stood and walked to the bathroom, made sure I looked ok, and proceeded to the Burrow.

"Hermione…" Ron whispered. I shushed him, walking towards him and put a finger on his lips. It was midnight and he had obviously been about to sleep. He was in bed, wearing only his boxers. From the little bit of light in the room he could see my outfit: a black lace bra and a denim mini. I kissed him on the lips, a rough kiss, not like the one George and I had shared a week ago.

Flashback:

I laughed as he told me a story about one of his many adventures at Hogwarts. Only thing, I had been drinking muggle root beer. It squirted out my nose and onto him. He wiped off his face, took a drink of pumpkin juice, and returned the favor. Pretty soon we were rolling around, laughing on the grass. Before either of us knew it, out lips were touching, resulting in the best kiss I'd ever had. Before I could say anything he had disapparated.

End Flashback

I lay next to Ron as a silent tear rolled down my cheek. Ronald Weasley: My first mistake.

A/N: Please R&R! This is my first fanfic, so please keep that in mind...I'm still trying to get ideas for the next chapters, so please send in suggetions!