Ron and Hermione : Bickering since 1991

Chapter 26 : Teaspoon

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6 months later

[Ron]

Right now, I am sitting in my apartment. Harry is here with me while Hermione is at the ministry. Bloody hell, I am scared out of mind. I am sitting nervously, chewing my nails.

"Stop biting your nails, Ron."

Harry scolded me for the trillionth time.

"Is it good enough?"

"Of course it is Ron."

"Really?"

"Really."

"What if-"

"Ron, stop it with your what ifs. She is going to like it and she is going to say yes."

I guess I am annoying him with my what ifs too. Hopefully, she is going to say yes, and hopefully we are going to get married and soon. Hopefully.

And this hope depends on one word.

Yes.

"Do I look good?"

"You look as handsome. Ron, stop being nervous. You love Hermione, Hermione loves you. What's the issue?"

"You are asking me what's the issue? You did propose Ginny, didn't you?"

He grinned sheepishly.

"I did. I guess, I am just trying to make you feel relaxed."

"Then stop Harry, it's not working."

My voice came out a bit harsh than I wanted it to.

"I am sorry that's not what I meant. I am just very nervous and edgy-"

"I get it Ron, I know how you are feeling."

He hugged me and patted my back.

"And just so you know, no matter what she says, even though I know she is going to say yes, I am proud of you. For the man you have become today, for the friend you have been to me, and for what you will ever be in the future."

I smiled.

Suddenly we hear the door opening and then closing.

"That's my signal to leave. Good luck! And remember, be confident."

He apparates just in time as Mione comes inside.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"I thought I heard someone talking?"

"Nope, it's just me here."

"Okay."

I am feeling even more nervous in her presence. She came up to me and hugged me, and my arms immediately wrapped around her. And in that moment, a sense of calmness washed over me. All those butterflies in my stomach are gone. I don't feel nervous anymore.

Because in this moment, I realise that Hermione is the most beautiful girl in the world. I realise that she is the only girl for me. If not her, then no one.

"I am so tired. Today there were three cases."

She went on telling me about her day. I wasn't really paying attention. I was too excited.

We were sitting on the barstools on the kitchen.

"You've got dirt on your nose. Oh let me get it for you."

"No, don't! It's for luck."

"For luck?"

"Yeah. I had dirt on my nose when we met, don't you remeber? On th-"

"On the train! Of course. What do you need luck for?"

As I get down on one knee and take her hand in mine, her eyes widen in realisation. I get a teaspoon from pocket.

"Hermione, everyone has a best friend and a lover, but in my case, I am lucky enough to have both of them as you. Over the years I have got to know you more, and I love each and every thing about. God made me so lucky to have you in my life. I know I am a bit insecure, and I am really really really insane. But I am insanely in love with you. I love you more than I love myself. You bring out the best in me. You make me a better person everyday, and I am nothing without you. I have lost count of how many times you have saved my life. I will do anything and everything to see that smile of yours."

I take a deep breath. Because regardless of how she is going to respond, I need to do this.

I raise the teaspoon towards her.

"I may have an emotional range of a teaspoon,
but every drop of it is love for you.
All my emotions belong to you.
Hermione,
Will you marry me?"