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What's that?" Ron Weasley asked, looking at the weird colorful cube in his girlfriend's hand.

"It's a Rubik's Cube," Hermione Granger replied. "It's a cube with six different colours on all sides. You scramble it up, then try to get all the colours together again on on side each. It's next to impossible."

She twisted one side so that all the yellow squares were on side. Then, when working on green, the yellow was scrambled up. And while trying to fix that, green was all over the place.

Red, done. Yellow, gone. Blue, done. Orange, gone. And it goes on...

And it went on. For about 2 hours. Ron finally looked up from Flying with the Canons and asked, "Can I see that?"

Hermione sighed. "I'm warning you, you'll end up smashing it against a wall," she said, handing it over. "I don't know how I haven't yet," she added under her breath.

He took it and within fifteen minutes handed it back, not a square out of place. "Is this the object of this?"

Immediately, her head snapped up from the...Hone? Vone? Well, the small, white, rectangular slab was called something like that.

"How did you that?" she demanded.

"I just twisted the thingy!"

"You used magic."

"My wand's somewhere upstairs."

"You took it apart."

"You can do that?"

She opened and shut her mouth like fish, trying to find a reasonable explanation. No one could solve a Rubik's cube that quickly, not even Ernő Rubik himself. Yes, that was the inventor. Hermione Granger would know pieces of information like that.

"How. Show me. I want a step by step guide," she sounded a lot calmer than she felt. You might think she was getting worked up over nothing, but that was just her. Her life policy was 'If others have done it, so can you, and if they haven't, you'll be the first'.

"Here," he scrambled it up again and one by one fixed the squares again. She asked him to do it again, and again, but simply could not find a pattern.

"Once more," she asked again. "Please?" she added, seeing the look on his face.

Ron sighed. "Hermione, from what you told me, I gather that these things are hard, but just because some people manage, doesn't mean that you're dumb for not doing so!"

"Yes, I know I'm not, I just want to know how to do everything!" she explained slightly impatiently, then paused. "Did that sound bratty?"

"Not so much as it did impossible," he sighed. "Honestly, Hermione, you can't be the best at everything! Accept that, and you'll be happier. Trust me."

"I know, it's just that...ever since I could process the English language, I've been told that nothing less than Perfection is acceptable. Has your mother ever told you something like that?"

"Never flat out stated it like that, but I definitely got the vibe," he answered.

Hermione sighed again. There was a lot of sighing going on here. "A quick life pointer, don't ever tell our three-year-old daughter that—"

She came to an abrupt halt.

Wait, this is just my brain so Oh Goddammit.

"Er—your. Don't tell your..."

Nope still awkward as...as...as...oh, I don't know anymore.

"Err..."

Truth was, although Ron and Hermione had known each other for ten years, they'd been properly dating for about three, and they'd never brought up, well, this.

They'd fantasized about it, of course, long before they even started dating, or even confessed their feelings to one another (well, if attacking a person and initiating a snogging session with them smack in the middle of a war is a confession), and right now it seemed that Hermione accidentally confused fantasy with the real world.

"Did you—I mean do you...well...think that maybe...I mean," Ron was having trouble stringing three syllables together, and his face had bypassed red by now and was gradually turning crimson. The atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife.

"Well I mean I might have," Hermione said, and like she always did when she was nervous, assumed a defensive stance. "It's not a completely unreasonable thing to think about, honestly Ron, the way you say it makes it sound like I was thinking about baby llamas training for the ballet!"

Ron's face regainined some of its usual colour, and he now looked more bewildered than embarrassed.

"Sorry Ron, I just...I babble when I get nervous, but really, when you think about it, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, I mean it's not unreasonable—not that it's a must, it's just when people get married they have children—but of course we don't have to get married it's just that we could if you wanted to—I mean I wouldn't have any objections, but don't let me guilt you into marrying me—will you marry me?" she said all this very fast, barely stopping to take a breath, and Ron was strongly reminded of the time they first met on the Hogwarts Express.

Wait, what.

What the ever-loving hell did I just say?!

"Hermione, did you just—did you mean that? About—about getting married?" Ron's ears were red as usual, but his face wasn't embarrassed, in fact it looked slightly hopeful.

"Well, it's like I said before, we could if we wanted to...erm...here," she pulled a scrunchie out her wild hair, twisted it, and slipped it onto his hand. "We'll get a proper engagement ring later."

Ron's face slowly split into a smile so wide, it was a wonder his face didn't rip into two.

"Since we're getting married we should probably call a few people, y'know, let them know first-hand instead of reading about in some tabloid," He said, taking her hand.

"Well, it's settled then. We're getting married!" Hermione felt a lot more giddy than she let on, because they were getting married.

"Okay then, we'll call everyone first, then call the wedding planner, and then we'll arrange the rings," Ron answered, acting too nonchalant to be normal.

"Okay. But, for now..." Hermione pulled out her phone and put on a playlist she kept for times she was too happy and needed to calm down, then stood up, hers and Ron's hands still intertwined. "May I have this dance, husband?"

"Yes, you may, wife."

NOTES:

-As this is the first piece I've written with line breaks and capitalization, I'd like to apologize for any emotional trauma I may have caused.

-This originally started out as a simple headcanon I had thinking that Ron would be good at puzzles like this while Hermione wouldn't be able to solve them to save her life, and look where I am now.

-The song I originally imagined here was Is There Somewhere - Halsey. A google search should do it :) And since I'm always looking for new music, you guys could comment some songs you like.

Anyways…I hope this wasn't completely horrendous.

Also, I don't want to sound amateur-ish and unprofessional (let's just ignore the fact that I actually am), but Reviews are always appreciated, especially constructive criticism.

~Fooves