Will you?

SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7

Rating: PG-13 (For safety)

Genre: Fluff/Humour

Summary: Ron struggles to find the right words….

Characters: Percy Weasley, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson-Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Bill Weasley.

Pairings: George/Angelina, Hermione/Ron, mentions of others, all canon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: Okay, these are all canon pairings. If you don't like them, I really, really, really don't care and if you leave a flame-y review screaming that my choice in pairings is sick and wrong I will report you so fast you'll be off FF faster than you can say "I'm a moron!" Comprende?

This is just a fluffy little tale, main focus of Ron and Hermione. Enjoy!

Bill rested a comforting hand on Ron's shoulder.

"You all right?"

Ron turned his pale face to stare at his brother, his freckles standing out alarmingly against his pallid, green tinged complexion.

"Not really." He breathed.

George's grinning face appeared in front of Ron's.

"It's not that bad, Ron." He grinned, "Unless of course you say it wrong, then she may hate you forever and run off with your famous best friend."

Ron's face lost what little colour it had and his mouth hung open. Harry rolled his eyes.

A honey coloured hand gripped George's shoulder and pulled him backwards. He turned to see Angelina Johnson-Weasley, with one dark eyebrow raised, her full lips twisted into a mock frown.

"Don't bully him, George."

"I'm not!" cried George defensively, "I'm simply giving him some pointers!"

Angelina set her hands on her hips and glared at him. For a short, pregnant woman she could sure as hell look threatening.

"You'll do fine, Ron." Gabbled George, quickly.

Ron didn't look like he believed him.

"Listen, mate," laughed Harry, slinging an arm around his best friend's shoulders, "We've all done it! Bill asked Fleur, George asked Angelina, Percy asked Audrey and I asked Ginny! You and Hermione have been together longer than most of us, if it feels right, go for it."

Ron buried his head in his hands.

"What if she says no? What if I mess up? What if she hates the ring?"

"Ronald." Said the firm voice of Percy, "I hate to interrupt your wallowing in self pity but this is Hermione we are talking about. I seem to remember her unbridled joy when you gave her a box of singing chocolate hearts for valentines day, I'm sure your choice in ring will not phase her." He pushed his glasses up his nose with an air of finality.

"Git." Said Ron, fondly.

He glanced at the crowd of people surrounding him, Bill, his arms crossed, an encouraging grin slapped across his scarred face, Percy, his eyebrows raised in a condescending expression, George, his arm wrapped round Angelina's waist, his hand resting on her pregnant stomach and Harry, his much-too-long hair resting on the rims of his rounded specs.

Ron took a deep breath.

"Okay." He sighed. "Let's…"

There was a creak and the residents of the room spun round to see Hermione, one hand on the door handle and the other clutching her wand, a tray of tea delicately balanced on the tip.

She frowned at everyone's shocked expressions.

"What's wrong?"

There was a pause as everyone looked pointedly at Ron, whose ears turned scarlet. He stood, shakily, his heart was thudding, his throat was dry, his palms were sweaty and his legs felt like jelly.

"Er…'Mione…well, you see…um…I love you, yes. That's a definite…um…" He heard Bill slap a hand to his forehead. "I like your…." he looked her over, "…..dress…"

"Ron?" Hermione's look of concerned deepened. "Ron, I'm wearing jeans."

"Oh….yes, they look lovely…."

There was a silence.

Ron took another deep breath and reached into his faded jeans pocket for a small velvet covered box.

"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" He said quickly and with what he supposed was about three hundred gallons of sweat soaking his hands.

There was an utter hush that lasted about a million years.

"Please?" he squeaked, offering the opened box, the glinting ring nestled in its packaging.

There was an almighty clatter as a full tray of tea hit the floor.

"Oh, Ron, you idiot! Of course I'll marry you!" and with that Hermione launched herself into Ron's arms crushing her lips against his in a passionate, if slightly terrifying kiss.

A burst of cheers and wolf whistles emitted from the small crowd as Ron lifted Hermione off her feet and spun her round.

"Told you it was a cinch!" cried George, triumphantly clapping his brother on the back. "It's the wedding day that's the hard part!"

Ron froze.

There was a dull 'clap' as Angelina's hand met the back of her husband's head.