The music seemed to grow quieter as a boy lost in a train of thought waited. Waiting for the girl. Not just any girl. No, a very special girl. Hermione Granger. Just the name gave him butterflys. He sat there waiting for her to make her way out of the ballroom. He fiddled with the ring in his pocked. He snapped out of his daydream as he heard the large door open. Out came the most beautiful person he had ever layed eyes on. She was stunning. As she exited she made her way over to the boy. His hands started sweating, already getting butterflys in his stomach. "You had to ask me something?" she asked. "Yes."
"Go on then." "Ok, Umm, Hermione Will.. You Umm.." As he was about to finsh. The Ballroom door opened again and out came a red haired; Ronald Weasley. He walked over to Hermione and grabbed her by the arm. "Ron!" she said. "I have to ask you something." he answered. "Hermione Jean Granger," He got down on one knee. "Will You Marry Me?" out of his pocket he pulled a box in which held a beautiful ring. Her eyes filled with tears "Oh Ron! Yes! Yes i will." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. It broke his heart to watch. Once they broke apart he said he must go tell Potter about the grand news and ran of, leaveing Hermione. She then made her way back over to him. "What was it you had to ask me?: she asked. "Oh, it was nothing. Forget it." tears begain forming in his eyes. " Ok then, i guess im going back to the ball, are you coming?" "No, Id rather not."
"Oh Ok, See you later than." With that she left. As soon as she was gone he cupped his face in his hands. Tears streamed down his face. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the ring, And he whispered the words "Marry Me...."
