The Proposal of Hermione and Ron

Hey! It's me again (and yes the story is tagged CORRECTLY this time!) This is basically a prologue to my last story and I hope you'll see slight improvements. Please review as I do want to see what people think could be added or removed or what needs to get better. And once again, I at least HOPE you'll enjoy this!

Dear Diary,

Today, something special happened. I'll tell you all about it in a second. This morning, on September 1st, 2004, Harry and Ginny along with Ron and I went back to Hogwarts to spend the morning here. Every year since we all left Hogwarts, we come back here on September 1st in the daytime to visit and relive all the sad, happy, strange but above all beautifully bewitching memories of our time here as students. We usually walk around to old classrooms and spots which hold the most significance to us. However, the meaning of this whole school to me, was going to change forever. However, a couple of hours ago at roughly 11a.m., I didn't realise that yet.

We had just finished visiting the Gryffindor common room. The already-lit fire's dancing flames merrily greeted all four of us. We sat down on the cozy armchairs nearest to the fire; our favourite seats back then; and chatted and laughed mostly about my S.P.E.W. days and Quidditch. Don't get me wrong, I'm still very much campaigning to help house-elves improve their work conditions. Then after that, Ginny proposed the idea that we should all revisit the classrooms of our favourite subjects. Everyone thought it was a great idea and quickly agreed. One by one, everyone smiled broadly at our old classes. I swear I saw Harry's eyes glaze over with moisture seconds after we stepped in to classroom 3C, where Defense Against the Dark Arts was taught. After that,
we walked past Professor McGonagall and we all were so excited to see one another. She was visibly excited to start yet another school year as Headmistress.
Then we visited the Charms classroom, Ginny's favourite. In there was Professor Flitwick, getting off of his chair to vigorously shake hands with us. Gin thanked him profusely for helping her master her now-famous Bat Bogey Hex. Of course Ron just had to say in a mock girl's voice "It's Levi-ooh-sa, not Levio-saaarr." We all burst out laughing. Then it was Ron's turn. His favourite subject was lunch of course, so howling with laughter we walked down to the Great Hall and looked around. We saw the Sorting Hat sitting on a wooden stool in the corner just by the teacher's long dining table.

Finally, it was my turn. Walking back up to get to classroom 7A, the Arithmancy class, my heart wasn't properly beating. I silently prayed that I would get there before my nerves got the ahold of me too strongly and I decided not to enter the room. The door was wide open, and there was no one inside. "Oh good," I remember Harry saying. "Hermione'll deal with her crying in peace." Ginny was the last to enter and shut the door behind herself. I stood rooted to the middle of the room, only using my head to take in everything. I turned it whenever I wanted to look in another direction. I was silent, it was impossible for me to move or do anything except stare open-mouthed and wide-eyed. It was because of my emotionalness (if that's a word), that I didn't realise Harry, Ron and Ginny were whispering behind me amongst themselves excitedly. Just when that dawned upon me, I heard Ron speak. "Hermione? Can I speak to you for a second?"
I turned around in haste and there he was, down on one knee, his hands reaching for mine and gently holding them. I started to 'quietly' sob at this point,
looking at his handsome face, now even more handsome with the sunlight from the windows shining upon him and his smile. Ginny and Harry whooped and clapped and cheered. And then, Ron continued.

"Hermione, I- I want to thank you for helping me perfect my pronunciation of 'Wingardium Levi-oohsar'," he exaggerated that last word and even I managed to giggle. "Because little did I know that I would have to use that very spell later that evening to save you from that Troll in the girl's bathroom." Harry and Ginny beamed upon us. It was like they were looking at God and his Goddess. "I also hope that my little 'visit' down to the Chamber of Secrets impressed you." I laughed heartily (finally!) "Yes, I think it did." Ron nodded and smiled. "Good. I'm even cooler than Harry then." "Haha!" Harry said, smiling at Ron. "Although I wish I could've gone to save Buckbeak and Sirius with you, I had a broken leg then, and well- let's just move on cuz this isn't making me sound too cool and heroic. And damn it, I wish I'd taken you to the Yule Ball in our fourth year, dang it!" "That's punishment for asking her as a last resort bro." "Yeah, I know, could've done better. Also, yeah, I let you perform 'Stupefy'and beat me in the DA cuz it's good manners, isn't it?" Harry and Ginny lowered their heads at this and quietly laughed. I felt my face get drowned in red paint almost. "Sixth year, god, sixth year was a right mess. I'm sorry for going out with Lavender and not getting the subtle hints that you liked me at the time." "It's alright, Ronald." I said, I desperately wanted to make all his feelings of guilt or regret about me disappear. I wanted him to feel good about himself. I wanted Ronald to see himself the way I saw him. "Seventh year. I know there was the Battle of Hogwarts that happened, but the one memory that resonates inside me, Hermione, is our first kiss in the Chamber of Secrets. I remember thinking to myself in that moment, 'Bloody hell, finally! You've mustered up the courage! Took you your entire time at Hogwarts, it did.'" I laughed and so did everyone else. We were slightly making fun of how slow he was back in the day. "And that moment brings us to today and right now." I brought one of my hands up to my mouth, once again, I had returned to sobbing."And I've just realised how long that took for me to propose." Harry and Ginny were cheering us on and smiles that were brighter than the sun itself sat on both their faces. Ron released my hands and dug into his jeans' pocket, I felt as if my heart were travelling to further than the moon and had not yet returned. Ronald took out a small jewelry box made of black velvet, and held it on his knee, looking up at me like I was something even better than 1,000 carat gold. Beaming he said, "Hermione Jean Granger, would you do me the absolute pleasure of spending the rest of your life with me, and will you marry me?" I tried to look at the beautiful ring he held through my extremely blurred vision. It was an emerald cut diamond, with rubies for side stones. And now I can guarantee you that my heart had leapt past Neptune. "Yes, of course Ronald." I managed to say through sobs, at first thinking that I couldn't be heard properly. But then the whole room erupted into applause. I looked up as I thought that cheering that loud wasn't possible for just two people. There stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Professor Vector, Professor Binns and Neville (now Professor Longbottom, teaching Herbology here at Hogwarts) and all our other friends from Hogwarts. Just as I managed the realisation, Ron's pulled me into the most comforting and loving hug he had ever given me. I was sure of it. Once we pulled back, he slid the ring on my finger with ease and we exchanged smiles before we kissed. It wasn't the longest one, considering how many people were there, but it was most definitely the most powerful and full of meaning. We saw Harry and Ginny side-hug each other out of joy and went to hug and shake hands with the rest of the people watching.

I'm sitting here now at my desk, and yet again, another tear just fell down my cheek. I'm so happy and excited for this new chapter in our lives, but most importantly, I'm excited to spend the rest of my; without a doubt - happy days with Mr. Ronald Billius Weasley.

Hermione

P.S. My heart has returned from outer space ;)