A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #9
Wand lore: Wand wood
Task 11 - Spruce: Write about someone dramatic or flamboyant
Word count: 339
Fireworks lit the room, somehow without setting anything on fire. Hermione sighed. There was only one person she could think of who would set off a crate of fireworks in her living room. The fireplace roared to life.
"Good evening, Fred," she stated as he tumbled through wearing a bright lime green dragonhide suit. Small bursts of light surrounded him.
"Must you make such a dramatic entrance? It's just me here tonight."
"Maybe I'm trying to impress you? Were the fireworks too much?"
"Maybe a little," she admitted giving him a smile. "But yes, I was impressed. This batch is much more...interesting than the last one," she added watching as the fireworks started forming glowing letters in the air. She blinked as she realized the letters weren't random.
"Fred..." She turned to face him. "Are they spelling out what I think they're spelling?" Fred nodded smiling brightly.
"Hermione, it took me nearly a month to figure out how to make the fireworks. It was two weeks of planning because I wanted this moment to be perfect," he whispered. Hermione sank into one of her over-sized chairs.
"Fred."
"Let me continue, before the fireworks burst into flames. Hermione, without you, I probably would have managed to get myself killed." She didn't bother arguing. Just last week she'd managed to keep both twins from serious harm. "Will you marry me?" Fred finally blurted out. Around them, the fireworks started shifting into the shape of hearts. Fred pulled a small box from his pocket. He opened it revealing a large ruby ring. Of course, even her engagement ring had to be slightly over the top. She laughed, tears of joy streaming down her face.
"Fred, yes," she whispered as he pulled her to her feet and kissed her passionately. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back as the fireworks started fizzing out. She quickly put them out before they did actually manage to set her living room on fire. She knew life with Fred would never be boring at least.