The Perfect Opportunity.

Chapter 19: Another one??

Last time: After lunch, they walked back to that apartment. Ron pulled Harry aside.

'Harry. Can I talk to you?'

'What is it, Ron?' Harry asked.

'I've been thinking, and I want to propose to Mione soon. I just need help planning it.'

'That's great, Ron. What were you thinking?' Harry asked.

'Well, I know we have some really great memories, so I was thinking that I could do a trail of pictures leading her to the library, where I could get the secret room in the restricted section and decorate it. Unless, that is, that you think it is a bad idea.' Ron said, worriedly, attempting to backtrack.

'No, mate. I think it is a great idea! Of course I will help you!!' Harry exclaimed. 'What shall we do first?'

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Several hours, and numerous shops later, they had everything they needed.

'I don't know why we put ourselves through that again. When you proposed to Ginny, we swore that we would never do this again. Honestly, it took me a week to recover from the back ache. I don't know how girls do it every day.' Ron complained.

'Love makes you do crazy things, my friend.' Harry said, jokingly, patting Ron on the back. 'Now, lets go and get this set up.'

'I take it Hermione is out of the way then.' Ron said.

'Yes. Ginny got special permission to take her on a spa day in Harrogate.' Harry said, taking the mini boxes out of his pockets and re-enlarging them. Ron stared at him, dumbfounded.

'Wait, you mean I could have done that?' he said, staring at the boxes.

'Well, that is what I did last time.' Harry said, grinning and his friend's stupidity.

'And there was me wondering how you never had back ache.' Ron groaned.

'Ok, Ron. Now that we have finished talking about how you can't thing on your feet and remember a simple shrinking spell, we can get on with the decorating.' Said a familiar voice from behind.

'Ginny!' Harry exclaimed.

'Ginny...' Ron said. 'If you are here, then where is Hermione?' 

'Oh, don't worry. We go back early, but somehow McGonagall already knew, and sent for Hermione the minute we entered the grounds. I have a feeling she will be there for a vary long time.' Ginny replied, grinning. 'Now, lets get started.'

With that, they set up a little production chain: Ron would take the memories that he wanted to turn into photos from his mind, duplicate it, and give the duplicate to Harry, so he could turn it into a photograph. Then, whilst Ron placed the original memory back into his head, Ginny took the photo and wrote the clue on the back, as she had the bast handwriting. The photos were then attached to balloons, which were strategically placed around the castle.

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Finally, all was done: Harry and Ginny had finished putting the balloons around the castle, whilst Ron had gone to the secret room to decorate it. (Picture up above). They had it all planned out. Hermione would follow the clues, and find the room. Then, Ron would come out from around the corner, and propose.

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Ron was growing restless. How long could a meeting take?  He wondered. Suddenly, Ginny came flying into the room. 

'PLACES, EVERY ONE, AND BY THAT I MEAN YOU, RONALD.' She screeched.

'Blimey Gin, could you tone it down a notch please?' Harry said, wincing.

'Sorry, love. I just got a patroness from McGonagall. Hermione is coming down.' Ginny finished, thankfully without rupturing the boys' eardrums.

'Ok. Gin. You know what to do?' Ron asked, nervously. 

'Of course I do. Have I or have I not just spent the entire afternoon and some of the evening helping you to orchestrate this plan? Hmmm?' 

'Sorry, Gin. I'm so nervous. What if she doesn't say yes?'

'This is Hermione we are talking about. She has been in love with you since you were fourteen. Of course she will say yes!' Harry said.

'Ok, thanks Harry. Now go!' Ron said.

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Hermione was wandering the corridors. Where was everyone? She wondered. She had just got out of an extremely long and unnecessary meeting with McGonagall.

She rounded a corner, and saw a balloon with a picture on it. Curious, she went to look at it. She saw a picture attached to it, and, upon looking at it, saw that it was of her and Ron. turning it over, she saw a clue. It read: You know where this memory was. To find the next clue, you have to find the place where this was taken.'

Smiling, she turned around and hurried to the place.

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Ten clues, and a lot of walking later, Hermione finally reached the secret room. Cautiously, she pushed the door open and walked inside. She gasped. 

'Oh, Ron.' 

'Hermione.' Ron said, smiling. 'I have something to ask you, as you probably have guessed.

He got down onto one knee. 'Hermione. You know that I'm not good at speeches, so I will keep this short. I have loved you for a very long time, and I have been dreaming of this for years. So, Hermione. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?' 

'Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!' Hermione squealed.