When they arrived at the Three Broomsticks Ginny covered Hermione's eyes with her hand. Hermione was startled by Ginny's hands quickly flying to her face. "Ginny? What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"It's a surprise that you can't see just yet," Ginny replied with a huge grin erupting from her face.

Fred looked over at Ginny and mouthed 'thanks' to her. On six plates he placed a small box. Five of the six were a sky blue, and the sixth box was the deep navy blue one. Each sky blue box contained a 'piggy' truffle from the catering business run by Roseltha Sevener. The ring lay in the navy box. Fred placed twenty-one candles on a small cake. He lit each candle before saying, "Okay, we're ready."

Ginny took her hand away from Hermione's eyes. On a table there lay a small cake with piped icing spelling 'Happy Birthday.' Twenty-one candles were placed around the cake like a border. Hermione took a few steps forward to get a better look at her cake and the plates set in two perfect rows. She stood in awe of the beauty of everything. In the silence that lay upon the Three Broomsticks, George signaled to everyone to start singing 'Happy Birthday' to Hermione.

After the last "Happy Birthday to you," Hermione leaned over and blew out her candles and made a wish. She stood up and smiled to everyone. "Thank you," she said beaming, "This is just perfect!"

Everyone nodded their head as she said thank you. George gave Ginny the cake cutter, and Ginny served our six pieces of cake. While Ginny and everyone were busy Fred walked behind Hermione and whispered, "Nothing less for my perfect witch."

Hermione picked up her cake and ate it. She eyed the navy blue box. She looked around and saw everyone was eating a truffle from the sky blue boxes. "Must be because it's my birthday that I have a different color." She set her plate down and picked up her box. "Hey! Give that back George Weasley," Hermione demanded, "Give that box back right this moment!"

George tipped the box over into Fred's open hand. Fred stood quietly transfixed on the small box that he, now, was passing from hand to hand. "Hermione, I –er- you know I love you. You mean the world to me." Fred bent down on one knee.

"Oh my God," Hermione gasped.

"Hermione, will you marry me?" Fred opened the box to reveal her ring.

Hermione stared at the ring still in shock of his proposal. There was a moment of silence that had everyone extremely uncomfortable. Suddenly she burst, "Yes, yes! A thousand times, yes!" Tears were now streaking down her face.

Fred beamed up at Hermione, whose cheeks were now blotchy red and tear stained. He stood up and gave Hermione a loving hug. Everyone in their small party clapped enthusiastically at the newly engaged couple. The party now had a sense of meaning and happiness.

Over the following year wedding arrangements were made and cancelled. Hermione had very few breakdowns for Ron or Harry. It seemed that keeping her busy with wedding details helped. So, anytime Ginny or Fleur saw Hermione starting to get sad they bombarded her with any, and all, wedding issues.

Fred and George had gone back to work full time. They made more money than ever after the reopened Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It seemed people were in need of laughs. Within a quarter of a year Fred had paid George the money that he borrowed for Hermione's ring.

"Hello, welcome to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," Fred said politely to a customer.

"Hi," a girl said shyly. She couldn't have been older than 16 years old. "I was looking for a present for my brother, and I th…" before the young witch could finish there was a loud 'BANG' from behind her. She let out a blood curdling scream.

A thick cloud of purple smoke emitted around Fred and the girl. From the smoke you could hear a boyish laugh followed a different voice, "Gets them every time."

The cloud disappeared after a muttered 'distir.' "Think your brother might like our vanishing clouds? They come in purple, blue, red, black, and fuchsia," George stated as he appeared next to his twin.

"I…I sup…suppose," sputtered the young witch meekly. "I…I'll t…take five, and a couple of Decoy Detonators and Edible Dark Marks. I guess a couple of Patented Daydream Charms, and a Pygmy Puff."

"That will be seven Galleons, three Sickles, and five Knuts," George said putting all of her order into a bad, save one. Once th girl gave him the money and he gave the bag to her, and then held out the Pygmy Puff to her. The girls always wanted to hold, cuddle, and attempt to spoil the little creatures.

Around seven o'clock Fred left the shop to go and meet a realator. Her was looking for a little flat that would suit Hermione and himself. It was nice to live at the Burrow with family, but it would be even better to have alone space with his soon-to-be wife.

Fred arrived at the Burrow roughly around 8:30. No one was in the kitchen when he stepped through the threshold. He could hear talking from the living room.

Hermione was the first to spot Fred meandering towards the living room. "Hi darling," she said smiling from the sofa.

"Hi," he said plopping himself down beside her. Fred gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then was trying to figure out what the topic of conversation was. He soon found out that just moments before he entered Hermione was showing everyone a muggle card trick. "Dad would have loved that," he said sadly. It was very rare indeed when Fred Weasley showed this type of emotion. Actually, it was rare for any of the Weasely's to show this emotion.

"I never even thought," Hermione said too late realizing her mistake. "I didn't mean," she trailed off. Fresh tears where now making her caramel brown eyes seem glassy. "I – I'm so s-sorry," she managed to stutter out as she wiped away the cascading tears.

"It's okay, candy eyes," George said sitting down on the opposite side of Hermione. "No one blames you. If anything you're the one keeping Dad's cheerful atmosphere around."

Hermione giggled at her pet name George had given her. Upon hearing 'candy eyes' and a giggle Fred snapped back to reality. "Hey! No pet names for my fiancé!"

"Well, I'm marrying you now aren't I? I don't think I could stand to be married to George," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah. Wait, what?! Why I otta," George started to say. Suddenly George found himself on his back on the wooden floor.

Ginny and Hermione roared with laughter at the sight of the twins wrestling around the living room. Ginny finally managed to gasp out, "At least the don't have an aging potion."

"Great idea, Gin," Fred beamed. "Come on George, lets go!" With that the twins bounded up the stairs to their shared room.