Hermione bounces around the store, a smile on her face, excited at all the activity in Diagon Alley.

Seamus caught her eye by waving. "Hermione!"

"Seamus," she called back, "how are you?"

She gave him a quick hug. "How've you been?" She smiled warmly, then frowned when Fred slammed the door to the back room.

"I've been great! How are you?"

She laughed nervously, "adjusting. It's hard. I spent seven years fighting for my life and now, no one is making the same attempt, but I do have to get married." She shook her head. "It's…I don't know. Like, I've already done my part, and it's unfair that now I have to help raise the population, too."

"I know exactly what you mean, but I was supposed to meet Parvati." He smiled apologetically.

She smiled, shrugged and bounced up the steps after Fred. She walked in to find him in the kitchen, jaw clenched. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he smiled, forcibly relaxing his jaw. "Listen, Hermione. I know the ministry is forcing us to do this, and it's not nearly as romantic as it could be, but…"

He dropped to one knee and smiled. "Miss Granger, you must allow me to tell you how ardently I love and admire you." Her face lit-up. He was proposing to her via quoting her favorite EVER book and movie.

Too perfect.

"You are strong and beautiful and I'm glad I was matched with you. Will you marry me?"

Touched that he had bothered to propose, when they both already knew they were getting married, she didn't even hesitate. "Yes."

He hugged her and she inhaled his scent of lemon. On impulse, she kissed him.

After a few minutes she broke away. "George is stuck on the self-writing love letters. I'm going to go help him," and she skipped away.

He couldn't help but to watch her go, a smile on his face. Did he love her? He liked her a lot, and he wanted to be romantic for her, but had he given her to wrong idea? Or did he really love her? Unsure, he ran a hand through his hair. George walked in as Fred sighed.

"Hermione has completely taken over the project. She'll have it figured out by the end of the day."

Fred checked his watch, "She's only got 45 minutes left. You really think she can do it?"

George snorted, "Have you met the woman?"

"Once or twice."

George grinned. "Speaking of which, she's sporting a brand new ring on her finger. Know anything about that?"

"I might do."

"You poor sod. You're in love with her."

Fred smiled softly. "I 'm starting to think I am. Yeah."