Harry Potter, Romione
Hermione, who was blindfolded, was being led by the hand to... Well, she didn't know where. All she knew was that it was somewhere the person knew of, as she could very obviously feel the tug of the side apparation. As thoughts ran through her head, why did Harry tell me someone wanted to meet me at that muggle café? Who is this? Where am I going? She almost missed the abrupt stop they came to. "Stay here for a second." A deep voice whispered. She could feel them pulling something out of their pocket. "Take the blindfold off."
The first thing Hermione Granger saw as she looked around was that they were in the middle of a great patch of grass. A meadow. Looking around, she gasped as she saw two deer. They were about three meters away, and one of the two, a little brave foal, skittered up to her, the mother watching carefully. As she reached out to pet the creature, it jumped and ran back to momma, the two galloping away into the woods past the grassy patch. Turning her head back to the mysterious voice, she saw him. The man she loved. The man she cherished. Ron.
Beneath him was a plaid red and white picnic blanket. A basket was set on top, overflowing with food Molly undoubtedly fretted over for hours. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries (with chocolate!), and treacle tarts. Pudding, apples, oranges, the lot. Ron, however was kneeling. In his hand was something that signaled the day Hermione was waiting for. Sitting in a velvet box, gleaming in the dewy morning light of dawn, was a ring. A diamond ring, gleaming with the magically encrusted words. Be my forever. Ron spoke. "Hermione Jean Granger, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. In first year, you became my friend. In second year, you became my crush. In third year, you became a girl I admired. In fourth year, you became the woman I loved. In fifth year, you became the woman I was jealous over. In sixth year, you became the woman I wanted to make jealous. In seventh year, you became the woman that loved me back. Now, I want you to become the woman I spend my life with. Hermione Jean Granger, will you become my forever and marry me?"
Hermione now was crying. Who wouldn't? The man she loved had proposed. She couldn't speak. She couldn't tell him how much she loved him, for her voice had left her. So, instead, she attacked him in a passionate kiss. He was taken aback, but kissed her back and slipped his arm around her waist, pushing them to a sitting position. "Is that a yes?"
"Only if you will be my always. Then and only then, a million times." Ron nodded.
"I will." Ron and Hermione. Weasley and Granger, soon to be Weasley. "I love you." She rested her head on his shoulder.
"I love you too." Turning his head, he kissed hers.
The rest of the day was spent rolling around in the meadow, picking flowers, putting them in each other's hair, and admiring wildlife and diamond rings. For that moment, everything was perfect. That meadow was now their place, their property. Ron had bought it and the beautiful house up on the hill. Every thing was perfect. It always would be. She was his forever. And he was her always.
