Chapter 4:
Ron P. O. V.
I looked around, hardly able to do this. Does she love me enough? Even if she says no, I'll still help her raise her child. What kind of person would I be if I didn't? I just feel terrible. If I had just gone with her on the Prefects' duties, he wouldn't have hurt her. I pounded my fist into my forehead, which caused people in the store to look at me curiously.
I turned red, not as red as my hair, but close enough. I had been saving up some Galleons because I hoped that this day would come soon.
I am going to ask Hermione to marry me.
Am I crazy? Moving things too quickly?
I hope not. I love her, and when I find the bastard who did this to her, I'll kill him. I swear it on my wand; he'll die slowly and painfully.
Fred and George had helped me with the Galleons, which is about the only nice thing they've down for me in their lives.
I clutched my hand around the money and started looking for a ring. None of them looked perfect enough for her. I just want everything to be perfect.
"Need help?" A voice asked. I looked up from the glass case I was looking in and nodded. The voice belonged to a middle-aged man with dyed black hair and hazel eyes. His hair was in a ponytail down his back and he looked like he just got over a hangover.
"Spike, sit down." A woman with dirty blond hair that reached her shoulders and onyx eyes told him. She had a lip piercing, an eyebrow piercing, and a nose piercing. If Hermione has a daughter, and I become her father, that child will barely be able to have an ear piercing.
"Yes, I'm looking for an engagement ring." I said.
The woman studied me. "Aren't you a little too young?" She asked.
"Marriage doesn't matter on age."
"It does if you're too young." She muttered.
I looked at many rings before I found the perfect one. It was of modest size but had the most amazing sparkle to it. I chose it, forking over every Galleon and Sickle I had on me. Hermione was worth it.
Hermione P. O. V.
Ron came back a few hours later. He was acting weird… weirder than usual, at least. He kept his distance.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked in the middle of Christmas dinner with the Weasleys; Ron just smiled. He stood, and walked towards me and took both my hands.
"Hermione Jean Granger…" He said, loud enough for the whole family to hear but soft enough to hold a special mood. "I love you. You're my everything!" He paused. "Ever since our second year, I have loved you."
I realized Mrs. Weasley had left the radio on. Some Muggle song by Kenny Chesney played- I Lost It it's called.
Ron got down on one knee. "Hermione, will you marry me?"
Ron P. O. V.
I watched Hermione's face, partially listening to the song.
So with a hopeful heart, I hit one knee
With a tear in her eye, she looked at me
Hermione was looking at me…a tear in her eye.
It was the moment of truth, I was scared to death.
Which I am…
My life hung on what that tear meant,
It does!
I lost the next line… looking into Hermione's eyes.
…And I lost it.
No one can make me cry,
Make me laugh,
Make me smile,
Or drive me mad,
It's like a curse,
That is the cure,
Better or worse,
One things for sure,
It's real love,
And I don't know what I'd do,
If I lost it.
Honestly… what would I do?
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