Chapter 2

He had to propose. So he, venturingly, asked hermione if they could talk it over at lunch, "You did say I was late for work."

When she agreed he said he would meet her at Kings Cross café at two o' clock. Little did hermione know that Ron didn't realy go to work, but went ring shoping instead. He looked over all the rings. When he finaly found one, that was pretty enough and that he could afford, he had them put it in a little silver box with a pink bow on top.

It was fifteen till two, and Ron was shaking he was so nervous. Then when hermione got there they talked about what they should do.

"Ron I think we should find some way to tell if the baby is ours or well… sombody else's"

"What do you mean by 'some body else's'. Do you have a boy friend or some thing?"

"No"

"Good. Because. well…" then he got down on one knee and held out the little silver box with the pink satin bow and said, "Will you marry me?"

Hermione was stuned, "Marry. You? But we haven't even been dating."

"Hermione listen," Ron was serious now, "If it turns out that the baby is ours then we have to do some thing. And besides don't you remember that great kiss back in seventh year? Remember how good it felt?"

"Yes," Hermione said, "I remember where we were too. We were out by the lake. The flowers were in bloom."

"It was so peacefull…untill Malfoy came and ruined it."

"Let's not think about the past lets think about the present. O.k. I will marry you on one condision."

"I'll do anything."

"You have to kiss me again. And it has to be like our first one."

"O.k." Ron said a little timidly. Then he took her head in his hands. She put her hands around his neck, and they kissed. Slowly, his hands worked their way down to her waist, and they danced to the music that was playing in the café. It was a wonderfull kiss. Better than their first. And they loved it.

When they, finaly, finished hermione was apalled. She didn't know what was going to happen next.

" Why don't you move in with me?" asked Ron, "It's plenty big enough. And when the baby comes we can clean out the storage room. It has a nice pink carpet and soft, pink walls."

"How many beds do you have?"

"One. But it's a king sized, so I can sleep on the couch till I can get you a bed."

"But I want to sleep with you," she pecked him on the cheek, "I love you."

It had been a long time sinse Hermione had first uttered those three little words, and Ron liked it.