A/N: I was bored and couldn't get this idea out of my head. Just some fluff, post-TDH, so spoilers if you haven't read the book, which you most certainly should! If you're not a fan of the Ron-Hermione thing, then don't read.

It was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. Ron had just woken up, and was watching his girlfriend Hermione sleeping on the other side of the bed. 'Girlfriend,' he thought. It was so weird, even after all this time. She was always his friend; it was always Harry, Ron, and Hemione, best friends. Now he was waking up beside her, in their bed, in their house. He sighed and continued to watch her sleep. As he wrapped his arm around hr waist, she stirred.

"Mmmm, Ron?"

"Who else?" He smiled.

They lay there for a while, then Hermione turned, kissed him on the cheek and said, "We should get up."

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Well, we have to be at Bill and Fleur's by 5:00 for Ginny and Victoire's birthday dinner, we have grocery shopping to do, and I need to stop by Diagon Alley to pick up a present for Teddy so he doesn't feel too left out." Hermione counted off.

"And how long will that take us?"

"Ron, we're getting out of bed and starting our day like normal people." She said as she got up, pulled her robe and slippers on, and walked into the bathroom.

"But we're not normal, that's the point" He whined, but got out of bed as well and started getting dressed. He heard the shower kick on, so he decided to go down to the kitchen to start breakfast. He was no good at using the few muggle appliances Hermione had bought, but Hermione always teased him about not being able to use something as simple as, say, a toaster, so he would try and practice any time he got.

As he stepped onto the kitchen floor, his feet felt like ice. Ever since they moved in, he had always forgotten that in the morning, their kitchen floor was not to be stepped on by bare feet, ever, under any circumstances. He ran back up the stairs and opened up his sock drawer, of which he and Hermione didn't share because she said his feet smelled, and dug around for some socks. His hand hit something, and he suddenly remembered. How could he have forgotten? He had bought it maybe a little early, but he wanted to make sure he had it in case such a time arose that he didn't plan.

He took the object out of the drawer and was about to take a look at it, when the bathroom door opened and Hermione walked out. He quickly traded the object for a pair of socks, closed the drawer, and turned around. Hermione was standing there in a blue towel, while drying her hair with a white one. Ron still hadn't gotten used to seeing her like this; it could always make him stop whatever he was doing and just stare, taking in her beauty. She gave him a look, and Ron was happy that she didn't know Legilimency, because right now all he could think was, 'Today is the day I'm going to ask Hermione Granger to marry me.'


Later that morning, as Hermione was tidying up the kitchen from Ron having cooked breakfast the muggle way, Ron snuck back upstairs and slipped the ring into his jacket pocket. He walked back downstairs, where Hermione was waiting for him at the door. They walked out to the car, and drove to the nearest grocery store to start the day's errands.


"Do you think Teddy will like it?" Hermione asked Ron as they started putting away their purchases.

"I'm sure he'll love it, if he even knows what it is." Replied Ron, holding up Teddy Lupin's present. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary music box, but when you opened it up, there were scenes of story books playing themselves out. "Almost like a portable VCR machine." Hermione had tried to explain to Ron, but seeing as he barely understood what a VCR actually was, it was pointless.

"Well, it'll definitely be entertaining to the kid, much easier than reading."

Hermione gave him a look and flicked her wand, so that everything soared into place and the kitchen was neat again. She then called, "Accio gifts," and "Accio wrapping paper," and began to wrap up Teddy, Victoire, and Ginny's gifts.

"Ron, go upstairs and get ready, we'll be leaving in about half an hour."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Yes mom."

Hermione laughed and tossed a stick-on ribbon at Ron's head, but he had his wand out quickly and turned it into a bird made of confetti that flew a few feet and then exploded.

"Very nice. Now go get ready." She smiled.

Ron smiled back, and at that moment, knew it was time.

"Hey Hermione,"

"Yeah?" she turned to him.

He slowly walked over to her, close to trembling from nerves, and sweating profusely. He knelt down in front of her, and she had a mixture of confusion and excitement on her face.

Ron took the ring box out of his jacket pocket, opened it, and took a deep breath. He had no idea what he would say, and wished he had planned this part a little better.

"Hermione. Oh wow, maybe I should've practised this," she smiled. "I don't know exactly when I fell in love with you. You've always been my best friend, the only girl I trusted to do my homework for me, the girl who told me I had dirt in my nose the first time we met, and the girl who was never afraid to tell me I was a git." She laughed at this.

"So, I think you already know what I'm going to ask, but I'm still gonna ask it. Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

Hermione just sat there, staring at Ron, her hand over her mouth. Ron looked up at her, waiting for her to answer, but she just stared. After a very long minute, Ron cleared his throat.

"Um, Hermione, I don't know what's customary for muggle's when they get asked to marry someone, but usually people answer the question. It doesn't even have to be a 'yes'. It could be anything you want to answer, like 'I don't know', or 'go to hell', or 'Ron, you are the biggest git in the world' or –"

Hermione interrupted him by placing her had over his mouth. She had the biggest smile on her face. "Ronald. Shut up and kiss your fiancé."

He raised his eyebrows at her in question, and she nodded and launched herself into his arms. Their lips met, and it was just them, on their kitchen floor, lost in each other.

Ron broke his lips away from Hermione's. "So really, you said yes?"

"Absolutely Ron. I love you and I can't wait to be Mrs. Hermione Weasly."

"You're sure?"

Hermione reassured him by kissing him with all she had.

In the end, they were an hour late to Bill and Fleur's.


A/N: Okay, all the muggle references were because Hermione is muggle born. I don't know if that music box thingy really exists in the (fictional) wizarding world, but I think it's pretty cool. Hope you liked it, and this was my first HP fic, so go easy on me ;)