The next two days passed quickly, and it was finally Friday. He had one day until he had to be at the Leaky Cauldron with his mum, to help his bride-to-be plan his wedding…..He still hadn't even gotten her an engagement ring, to boot!.

So now, that was the reason he was sitting in Twilfitt and Tatting's Jewellry, looking at wedding ring sets. He'd found one with a ruby, knowing she liked red. He bought the set, and the paperwork was going through at that very moment. It had cost him around 2,000 Galleons for wedding bands for both of them, and an engagement ring for her. He hoped she'd like it.

He left the shop, satisfied.

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It was Friday afternoon, and Hermione was finally off of work. She let herself into her apartment, and collapsed on her sofa, kicking off her sensible pumps. Her day had been hard. She was working on getting better rights for house elves, but it didn't seem to be going very well. She didn't want to give up entirely, but it wasn't looking too good.

She sighed, got up, and padded into the kitchen. It was late; almost nine o'clock. She made herself a small snack, not wanting to eat a big meal right before bed. She went back into the living room, and watched telly until around ten-thirty. Then she fell into her bed, exhausted.

She got up the next morning fairly late. She'd needed the sleep, since she'd been working so hard. Plus, she wanted to be wide-awake and alert for her meeting with George and his mum. She loved Mrs Weasley, and was very happy that she was willing to help. Hermione wished her own mum could help, but since she was a Muggle, planning a wizarding ceremony would be very hard for her.

The day passed quickly. She read a few books to pass the time quicker. She did a few bills, and wrote a letter to her landlord, informing him she would be moving out in a few weeks. Then her thoughts drifted to her wedding. They'd be getting married at the Marriage Office at the Ministry, which didn't bother her at all. Growing up, she'd never been one to dream about fairy-tale weddings. She knew that fairy tales didn't happen in real life, so what was the point of dreaming about them?

At four fifty, she apparated to Diagon Alley, and went to the Leaky Cauldron. She went in and asked for a table, noticing that George wasn't there yet. She ordered three pumpkin juices for them, and then settled down to wait.

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George fell into bed late, around one a.m. He had a ton of paperwork and bills to go through, mainly pertaining to the shop. He didn't have time eat dinner, so when he awoke the next morning, he was starving. He walked into his kitchen and fixed himself some breakfast. Well, it was more of a lunch than breakfast, considering the time. It was almost two in the afternoon; he was shocked to find out. He hadn't thought he'd sleep for so long.

George went to the shop after showering and getting ready for the day. He worked for a few hours, and then went home to change. When he looked presentable, he left his flat and walked to the Leaky Cauldron, meeting up with his mum in front of the entrance. She hugged him, and they walked in.

Hermione was already waiting for them. They went over to her, and he sat down. Mum, of course, had to give her a crushing hug first. Then she also sat down, and Hermione pushed two of the pumpkin juices over to them. George smiled in thanks.

Mum got right down to business. "Well then, we've got a party to plan. I guess we should start with who's invited. Who would you like to come, Hermione?"

Hermione thought for a moment. "Hm…well, my parents, of course. And I guess I don't have anyone else, since I'm pretty sure George will be inviting them. What about you, George?"

"The family, of course, and Harry. Charlie's fiancé, but I guess she counts as family….Um, Teddy and Andromeda, too. I think that's it, though," George answered. "We kind of want it to be a small affair."

"What about Ron?" Hermione asked quietly, looking at Mrs Weasley.

She nodded her head, and patted Hermione's hand. "My dear, Ron doesn't mind. He's married and expecting a child. I'm pretty sure he's gotten over you. He only talks of you as a friend, now. He's quite happy."

Hermione smiled. "I'm happy he is. Luna probably won't mind a bunch of children."

"Probably not," Mrs Weasley replied, beaming. She couldn't wait for more grandchildren. She was happy that Hermione would be joining the family. She'd hoped Ron would marry her, but when they broke up, she'd felt sad. Hermione was just her child as any of her biological children. She continued on, "Now we've got invites out of the way. What would you like for decorations? Anything special, perhaps a theme?"

George and Hermione looked at each other. George shrugged helplessly, since he didn't know much about planning parties. Hermione answered for them, "No, no. We'll just have a party, nothing special. I can pick up a cake from a Muggle bakery that has the best cakes I've ever eaten. Mrs Weasley, you wouldn't mind making the food, would you?"

Mrs Weasley smiled, "I would love that! I'd feel honoured to bake for you, dear. Should I do turkey, perhaps? Or would you like something else?"

Hermione glanced at George. "Turkey's fine. I can come over to help plan the other things to go with it."

"I don't need any help, Hermione," Mrs Weasley answered. "Is there anything else we haven't gone over?"

George shook his head, smiling. "Not that I know, Mum. We've got invites, food, and decorations down…..That's it, I guess. Oh, and we've got the cake, too. So yeah…Hermione and I will take care of invites, and you the food. Thanks so much, Mum."

Hermione chimed in, "Yes, thank you Mrs. Weasley. We really appreciate the help."

Mrs Weasley's eyes brimmed with tears. "Hermione, you can call me Molly, now. You are to be my daughter, after all."

"Alright then, Molly," Hermione smiled, patting her hand. "Now, should we order dinner? I'm quite hungry."

They ordered, and chatted while waiting for their food. Molly left shortly after six, needing to feed the others, too. Hermione and George ordered some wine, and talked. George apparated Hermione to her home, and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, and he knelt down. She grinned even more broadly.

He began, "Hermione Granger….we're being forced to be married by a stupid law, but I thought you'd like an actual proposal…even if this one is a little odd. Anyway, I'm rambling again. Hermione, will you marry me?"

She giggled, "Yes of course! I don't really have any choice, though."

He slipped the ring on her finger, and stood up, smiling. He kissed her on the lips softly, reveling in her soft lips. They kissed for a few seconds, and then he broke it off. She smiled up at him, then they said their goodbyes. She went in, and he apparated away, making sure no one was looking, first.

He let himself into his flat, wondering why he'd kissed her. Probably because he'd just proposed, perhaps? He shrugged. It'd seemed fitting, and she didn't mind. He went to bed, happy.

AN: Thanks for reading! Sorry it's not very long, but it's still a chapter! Next up is the wedding.

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