Ron rushed into the house, not bothering to knock. Mr Granger was lifting Hermione onto a sofa whilst Mrs Granger sat besides her looking slightly shell-shocked.
"How is she?" he asked her. Mrs Granger jumped, surprised at Ron's sudden appearance. She smiled softly, "She's strong." She said simply.
"Mr and Mrs Granger, I know I have terrible timing here, but I need to ask you something very important…"
Hermione
Hermione woke up in St. Mungo's hospital a few days later, and found her parents watching her anxiously. "Mum." Hermione croaked, "Dad, your okay."
"of course sweetie," her mum smiled, "It was you who saved us."
A door opened behind them, and Hermione looked up to see Ron come in carrying a tray. "Hermione!" he cried when he saw her, "your awake! Well, Mr and Mrs Granger, I can take your tea outside if you want?"
"No no," Hermione's father smiled at him, "We'll wait outside, after all…" he trailed off looking expectantly at him. Ron nodded, starting to look nervous. Hermione smiled inwardly, what are they up to?
Ron knelt down by the bed, and Hermione's confusion grew.
"Hermione Jean Granger, you are gorgeous, intelligent, a bit stubborn at times," she laughed at this comment, "and I still can't believe you're my girlfriend."
He smiled, more to himself than anything, "The month you were away, every second you were gone was painful. I never want us to be apart from each other like that again." Ron faltered a little, "What I'm trying to say here is, Hermione, Will you marry me?"