Marry Me

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter had taken a lunch break together. It seemed that they would be having lunch together for days. Hermione had pulled in double shifts at St. Mungo's and Ginny was working overtime at The Department of Magical Games and Sports. The Quidditch Cup was coming up and it was a crazy time in her Department.

As for Ron, who was a curse-breaker at Gringott's and Harry who had just finished up Auror training, things were going exceptionally slow.

"So has Mr. Weasley finally accepted the job as Minister of Magic?" Harry asked smiling.

When he turned to catch view of what he thought would be an amused expression on Ron's face, but instead he was pale and seemed to be focusing extremely hard on his plate of fettuccini.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked concerned.

"No," Ron said dismissively. Even though, Harry could tell by the unattractive burgundy blotches on his cheeks that something was wrong.

"All right then." Harry waved his hand to show that the subject was over and that they were moving on to new things to talk about.

Ron snapped out of his sickened reverie and turned to Harry quickly. So quick that Harry himself was startled by this. Ron was growing redder by the minute.

"Harry, there is something very important I have to tell you!" Ron's voice had become a deadly whisper.

Harry smiled and crossed his arms, "do tell, mate."

"Maybe I should've said 'show'." Ron's voice hadn't cracked in eight years, but it suddenly had and even the fear in his own voice surprised him.

"Well what is it then?" Harry asked.

Ron gulped loudly and reached inside his pocket. Out he pulled a small brown velvet box. Harry jumped and leaned over the table to get a better glance.

"That's excellent mate!" He said this rather loudly and people in the restaurant were giving Ron and Harry strange looks. Harry sat back in his chair and covered his hands with his mouth.

"Oh man..." he mumbled through his hands and started laughing. "You're for real, aren't you?" Harry put his hand down and shook his head laughing.

Ron wasn't exactly the most confident of people, so the color drained from his face and he looked at Harry pathetically.

"I shouldn't?" Ron asked. He began to put the brown velvet box away.

Harry eventually stopped laughing. "No! It's great! It's great! I was just surprised is all! I couldn't believe my eyes for a minute there! So, when are you going to ask?"

"Today if all goes well at work."

Harry nodded his head, "All will go well. I'm sure of this. Hermione's probably been waiting on this for a while now."

"She what!" Ron asked horrified.

Harry started laughing again, "don't take it the wrong way, mate. I meant that in the most positive light possible."
Ron looked up at the sky, he was still pale, "I think it's going to rain today."

~o~

Why he flunked Divination, he never knew. Just as he had said earlier to Harry that it would rain, he was very correct. Not only did it rain, but it also stormed. Ron sat at the small dining table he and Hermione bought and looked longingly out of the window.

He had told himself if it rained that this proposal would not go well, but then again, he also said if it didn't rain his proposal would still go wrong.

To his utter surprise there was a roast in the fridge, so he did manage to put that in the oven to bake. At least, there would be dinner. And on his way home, he bought roses and a vase from a lovely Muggle store. The candles on the table and the dim lights also accentuated the romantic mood. Now all he had to do was muster up some courage.

Lightning struck outside startling him from his thoughts.

"Harry said that I shouldn't plan anything. He said I should just go with the flow and don't show my fear. If I show my fear I'll choke up and the question will never come from my lips."

The lightning struck again and before soon the lights had cut off. Ron swore as he headed to the utility box and struck his foot on some trunk that belonged to Hermione.

"Dammit, Hermione!" Ron found the utility box and then grabbed for his wand. He suddenly felt stupid.

When he did manage to turn on the lights he turned around almost jumping out of his own skin.

There stood Hermione, soaking wet, the little make-up she did have on running, and her clothes muddy.

"What the bloody hell happened to you?" Ron asked as he reached for a blanket.

Hermione slowly tilted her head to the side and said quietly, "Thank you for being so considerate dear lover of mine." She yanked the blanket from him and threw it to the side. Ron shrugged and then walked over to her. The look on her face stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Don't touch me," she growled menacingly at him. She started to undress and with her undressing came the fussing. "Horrible unscrupulous creatures like you have surrounded me all day." She pointed to Ron and almost fell over taking off her shoes. She turned it over and water spilled on the carpet.

"I thought I was going to kill my boss today," she continued. "Which by the way... is a man! He had the nerve to have me and... Wait for this... Draco Malfoy go make a house call to a wizard that wanted to see the doctor, but not go to the doctor! And the nerve of Draco! He's such a feminine... bastard! That's right Ron, I said bastard!" Hermione said this in response to Ron's surprised look and went on with her ranting.

"He's so ridiculous, that bloody Malfoy! It turns out that this patient; this man lived in the swampiest pit I've ever seen in my whole entire life of being a witch! Being human! Draco wouldn't get so much as within five feet range of the muck, so me being so noble attempted to cross without destroying it or getting stuck in it for that matter..." she had faded off and looked up to the ceiling to gain her sanity. Or at least Ron thought.

"Well, I fell in of course. Hence the soggy brown clothes. Eventually after I stopped screaming, Draco helped me up. The patient... this man didn't so much as offer me a blooming towel. That's right! He only stood there! Undressing me with his eyes... with Draco I might add!"

Ron shook his head and held up his pointer finger, "He did what?" Ron asked losing his temper.

"Oh sod off Ron that's not the point! The point is that all men are complete and utter assholes and I am glad for once in my life for being a woman!"

"You don't like being a girl?" Ron asked surprised.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood glaring at him completely nude," You are not listening to me, at all! Get out! Get out right now!" Hermione pointed to the door.

"You can't make me leave out of my own bedroom! I sleep in here too." Ron couldn't help but to admire her curves.

"Could you do me a favor? For once, think as a woman would. That means," she pushed him out of the bedroom. "That you should be considerate and get out of the fucking room when I ask you!" She then proceeded to slam the door in his face.

Ron looked at the door and said through a sad sigh, "Will you marry me?"