December 21st in 2025 is the Winter Solstice. This year, the Winter solstice is tomorrow. Just clearing that up.
December 21: 2025
4 days until Christmas…
He played with the box in his pocket. How was he supposed to give it to her?
"Take her out to a Quidditch game and make an announcement out loud," James suggested, locking up the broom cupboard of the Burrow. "Everybody loves Quidditch."
"Make her dinner," Lily said.
"Give her the ring as a Christmas present."
"Do something super cheesy and romantic."
"Don't do something super cheesy and romantic."
"Just carry the box with you. You'll know when the right moment comes."
"Plan it out. Don't just wait for the 'right moment.'"
Everyone seemed to have a different idea of the perfect marriage proposal.
And of course, the one person he always asked when it came to a hard decision was the one person he absolutely couldn't ask.
So he turned to Albus.
"I don't really think there's any specific way," Albus said. "Just… say it. Good luck."
He sighed. No time like the present.
She was on the edge of the balcony, leaning across the railing, her red brown curls falling loose around her shoulders.
"Hey." Scorpius snuck up behind Rose and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his nose in the sweet scent of her hair.
She laughed and touched his cheek. "What're you doing out here?"
"Looking for you," Scorpius replied, kissing the side of her neck. "You disappeared right after dinner."
"Just watching the sunset," she gestured towards the orange sky. "It's the shortest day of the year, you know. The winter solstice."
"Only you would know that." Scorpius released her and pointed over her shoulder. "Look at that."
"At what? There's noth- Oh!" She clapped her hand over her mouth as she turned around to see him before her. He kneeled on one knee, the jewelry box open in front of him.
"Rose Evie Weasley," Scorpius started, his mouth dry, "I love you. I loved you from that first day on the Hogwarts Express and I- I just- Oh, screw it. Will you marry me?"
"Haha… Wait, seriously? What the- are you sure?"
"Um… yeah?"
"Duh, yes!" she shrieked, kissing him.
"Oh, good," Scorpius said, relieved, returning her embrace. "Are you crying?"
"Yes," Rose sniffled. "In a good way."
Scorpius gently removed the ring from the box. "May I?"
She nodded mutely, tears running down her face.
The slim platinum band with a faceted green gemstone in the center and smaller diamonds on either side caught the last rays of the sun and showered the two of them with bits of light.
Lol, Rose. "Are you sure?" I wrote this whole thing with Will and Elizabeth's proposal/wedding in mind (from PotC), in order to keep it from getting too dramatic and soap opera-y. Review and give me your thoughts!