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I immediately felt my body tense. He had something to ask… I wracked my brain, searching for what that could mean.

I came up with nothing, and looked up to see him kneeling in front of me with a forced nervous grin on his face.

I gasped, suddenly realizing what he was about to ask. Everything just clicked into place in my brain, and I tried not to enter complete panic zone.

I decided to savor this moment, because it was definitely one I would share with our children. Chills went up my spine at that thought. Marriage was a scary concept for my structured brain, but I knew that what Ron and I had was special; meant to be.

When he began to speak, I smiled at him encouragingly, never wanting him to stop. "Hermione, I don't know how to tell you this, but," he paused, and I could see him losing hope, fast. "You dropped your purse. Here." With that he hastily picked my purse up off the ground and offered it to me.

I thought I had seen something on his face, but maybe it had just been my imagination. He had no idea how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and since I almost got the chance, I want it even more. Give him time. You know Ron, always way behind.

"Ron, are you okay?" I asked warily, careful not to discourage him from any further questions.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Now we can start eating. The sooner we get to the last piece, the better." He winked at me playfully and I couldn't help but laugh. Talk about mood swings.

Once we had finished eating, which included that romantic moment where our lips met at the last spaghetti strand, we were the last people out of the restaurant. The wait staff had kept glancing our way, probably wondering when we planned on leaving their establishment.

But we were too busy catching up on everything that had happened while he was away. Apparently, all was well at the Burrow. Ron told me his mom was so excited to have her son back home, he had to persuade her to let him return to London.

"Not that she would ever, or could ever for that matter, take me from you, Love," he added with his crooked grin as he took my hand to finally get up and leave. This was probably much to the delight of the staff.

"Ron? Can I ask you something?" I asked with a suddenly new found conviction.

"Of course, 'Mione, anything. I'm here for you." He didn't seem to sense my purpose yet.

I stopped walking so that he would have no choice but to look me in the face. We were in the middle of the sidewalk, which would have been a problem any other time of day. There was no one else was out at this hour.

"But you have to promise to answer me truthfully. Cross you heart, on your mother's life." I looked at him, telling him with my eyes that I was not joking.

"I solemnly swear."

He said the words with such a straight face that I almost had to laugh, but I didn't.

"Ron, tell me, what is it that you were really going to ask me back at the restaurant? Please don't lie. I have known you for so long I can practically read your mind."

He looked at me for a second, and I tried not to let him read the emotions on my face. I didn't want to ruin this for us.

"Oh no, 'Mione. This isn't how it was supposed to happen." I guess I can't hide much from him. "It was just supposed to be a romantic dinner by candle light, and then…" he cut himself off.

I put my arms around his waist and hugged him tight, never taking my eyes off his face, which you have to give me credit for because he was so tall.

"Ron, Sweetie, it was the most romantic dinner I have ever been on. It was perfect. You are perfect. I know you work so hard, and I love you for it. Don't be ashamed of anything. You are the most romantic, sweet, funny, and handsome man I have ever met." I reassured him, hoping and praying that it would get his spirits back up.

"Oh great, now I have to top that," he stated simply, and we both burst out laughing, me against his chest and him into my hair.

As suddenly as before, he regained his serious composure. I knew what was to come, and waited patiently. "'Mione, You will never know the extent of how I love you. I love the way your hair smells, the way you laugh at all my jokes, even the bloody horrible ones. I love that little spot in the back of your neck that makes you go weak kneed. I love how you have never given up on anything in the ten years that I have known you. I love how you look when you're sleeping peacefully. I love every little thing about you."

I could feel tears on the brim of my eyes, waiting to fall. This is actually happening, I had to keep telling myself.

"Hermione Jean Granger, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

At the last word, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I hurled my body at him, and at the same time burst into tears. As our lips met, I kissed him as I never had before. This kiss made the passion between Romeo and Juliet fade into the shadows. I could feel my body pressed against his, and realized, but not for the first time, how well we fit together.

"Yes," I breathed against his lips, and with that he lifted me up off the ground, very much like the time of our first kiss. I felt him smile under my lips. We stayed like that for ages, both of us savoring the moment so we could tell it to our children. Finally, I broke way from the kiss and rested my head on his chest.

"Ronald," I felt him shiver as I said his name. "I know a way that I can make you love me more."

For a moment, he looked confused, but as his gaze met mine, I saw comprehension.

He lifted me up, bridal style, and began to walk back to my apartment, soon to be ours. "Show me then."

I kissed his neck as he walked, eager to get home as soon as possible. I didn't plan on ever letting him leave.