Disclaimer: All the Characters and places come strictly from J.K.R.'s mind. If they were mine, I wouldn't be typing this on my computer at home. The plot strictly belongs to me, that's it.
On a Normal Day
Hermione Granger stepped into her walk-in closet and sighed. On a normal day, it would have been perfectly easy picking out an outfit to wear on a date with Ron, but not today. Today, they were going to the finest restaurant in Diagon Alley, Charmed, which had just opened recently and had a waiting list about a mile long. How Ron had managed to get a reservation, she did not know, but almost resented it now that she had to find a suitable outfit to wear. On a normal day, Hermione would have simply put on her "little black dress" and a pair of simple black heels. Tonight, that would just not do. She had to look positively perfect because this was no normal date. Tonight, Ronald Weasley was going to ask her to marry him. She was sure of it and Hermione was rarely wrong.
She and Ron had been dating for three years now. She had a feeling that he would ask her soon, but tonight seemed like the most opportune moment. He had, after all, gotten reservations at the chicest restaurant around. There had been other clues too, of course. He had book marked several Jewelry Stores in the muggle phone book and had been increasingly charming over the past few days. Not that he hadn't always been charming of course. Or sweet. Or funny or witty or energetic. But those were just some of the reasons that she loved him. No, there was no specific reason to give for why she was so fond of him. Her passion ran deeper than words could describe and they always had, ever since that very first journey to Hogwarts. She never would have believed it possible to find the person that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with when she was eleven years old, but she had.
Of course, she didn't always know that she wanted to spend her life with him. There had been many times when she wouldn't have minded never seeing him again, like in fourth year after the Yule Ball and sixth year after the Quidditch Cup. After Ron broke it off with Lavender, however, things got increasingly better. They weren't arguing very much during seventh year and most people could definitely tell what was coming. Hermione had seen it too, being the impeccable witch that she was, but had wondered when he would actually pluck up the courage to ask her out. When Ron still hadn't done it the night before they graduated, Hermione had given up almost all hope. They went through the graduation ceremony and the good-bye feast and he still hadn't asked her. They got on the Hogwarts Express and spent the entire journey reminiscing about teachers and classes and fond memories. Hermione had said good-bye to all of her friends, including long, heartfelt good-byes between herself, Harry, and Ron, whom she promised to keep in touch with. She grabbed her trunk and headed towards the muggle world, prepared to leave Ron behind with the memories of Hogwarts and her school days there. She had almost made it through the barrier when a familiar voice had called her name.
"Hermione! Wait! Hey Hermione!"
She turned around to face the person she least wanted to see right at that moment. When she spoke, the words were cold and there was hurt in her voice, though she had not meant to sound that way at all.
"Hermione, can I have a word with you?"
"Well, of course Ron, you've got my attention now and I suppose that my parents can wait a few minutes more, just let me--"
"Would you shut up and listen please?"
He had interrupted her with an exasperated tone in his voice and a hard determination in his eyes. Oh those eyes…
She gave him a puzzled look and replied icily.
"Maybe I won't give you my attention if it's all the same to you! Have a nice life! Please don't write. Good-bye Ronald."
She tried to walk away without him seeing the tears that had started to run down her cheeks. She was fully prepared to find her mother and father and go home and curl up in her bed with a book, anything to keep her mind off of him…
But he wouldn't let her go. Ron had grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
"Hermione don't be like that, please listen to me!"
She didn't answer but she did not leave either; she was going to give him a chance.
"Hermione, listen. I'm sorry that this has taken so long and I'm sorry I was such a prat and a git all those times while we were at Hogwarts but I was only like that because I've never felt this way about anyone before! I know tat I had a really stupid way of showing it, but I'm really and truly in love with you!"
His voice broke off and he started to stare at the floor, apparently unable to meet her eye. He had just done something most uncharacteristic, and told her how he felt. Hermione beamed at him and let the tears flow freely, although now they were falling for a completely different reason. She lifted his chin and made him look her directly in the eye.
"Ronald Weasley," she said in a stern voice that reminded her greatly of Professor McGonagall, "Are you asking me out?"
He looked up at the ceiling briefly before nodding.
"I thought that you'd never ask."
He looked back down at her apparently quite amazed at what had come out of her mouth. He lowered his head and kissed her for the very first time. She kissed him back and they walked toward the muggle world hand in hand.
Things had gotten even better since that day, and here they were three years later. Hermione loved him a little more with every passing second of the day. No, she was not at all worried about what lay ahead of her. Now, all she had to do was find an outfit to wear. Suddenly, Hermione got an idea. She slipped out of her royal blue satin robe and slid into her little black dress. She went into her bathroom and checked herself out in the full-length mirror. Then, she muttered a charm that she had found in a copy of Witch Weekly and her dress changed to a shade of luscious dark green. "Perfect." She smiled and continued getting ready.