The weeks at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes passed so quickly for Hermione and before she knew it she had been there six months and was now working on the shop floor permanently (thanks to a word to George from Fred about how well she had coped). After arriving home from a particularly busy day, she went to the living room, kicked off her shoes and picked up a book. She had only read a few pages when Ron came running in.
“I did it!! I’ve done it, I passed the test!”
He picked her up from the sofa and spun her around. It was a second until it hit her what he meant and then it clicked.
“The auror test? You passed? This is brilliant, oh God Ron I’m so proud of you! Tell you what let’s go out tonight and celebrate!”
That evening the two of them were sitting in a restaurant in town. Ron had been gloating about passing his test and going through it in tiny detail. Hermione, who had been interested at first had eventually zoned out.
“Well? What do you say?”
Hermione snapped round again and was suddenly aware that Ron was holding out a ring in a small velvet box.
“Will you marry me?”
Hermione just stared at the ring for a moment, Ron started to shift uncomfortably in his chair.
“Wow Ron, erm... Yes, yeah I’ll marry you! Wow, this is so... unexpected.”
Ron grinned and slipped the ring on to her finger.
“You know I’m surprised! Of course I told the whole family I was going to propose, I was concerned that Fred or George would tell you! No one knew I was going to do it tonight though, it’s just what with passing my auror training it seemed the perfect opportunity to pop the question. We’ll have so much more money now! In fact you don’t even have to work at the shop anymore!”
Hermione was suddenly filled with panic.
“Well let’s not be rash Ron! After all weddings are expensive...”
This seemed to satisfy Ron at least for the meanwhile.
“Yeah that’s a fair point actually; you’ll just have to stick it out a bit longer I guess. Now, what do you say we get out of here and get an early night?”
Ron winked at her.
The next morning as Hermione got ready for work she slipped off her engagement ring. Ron walked past her dressing table and noticed it laying there.
“Hey, why aren’t you wearing this? Does it fit ok?”
Hermione looked for an answer, in truth she wasn’t sure why she’d taken it off.
“I just don’t think it’s appropriate, after all we aren’t meant to wear jewellery.”
Ron looked at her as if doubting her excuse.
“Don’t be ridiculous! They are going to be your brothers-in-law, besides that’s like saying you won’t be allowed to wear your wedding ring. Here we go.”
And Ron slid the ring back onto her hand.
As she stepped out the door she removed it again and placed it in her bag. She apparated and was outside the shop in seconds, Fred was at the door unlocking it. She ran over and leaned against the door frame.
“Hey Fred, where’s George?”
She saw him look down at her left hand which was rested on the door handle.
“Why aren’t you wearing your ring?” He asked, a formal tone to his voice.
Hermione blushed, so Ron had informed the family. She didn’t know why it bothered her so.
“Well, it’s in my bag... Anyway, where is George?”
“He’s upstairs, he doesn’t feel so good today. It could be linked to the romantic slush and a little too intimate details of your fiancés letter this morning.”
He didn’t look at her; he simply headed to the back of the shop. She
“What do you mean intimate details?”
As if she had to ask, she knew exactly what Ron must have put.
“What do you want me to spit it out for you Granger? Or should I say Weasley?”
He still wouldn’t face her.
“Not just yet thanks, but Hermione would be better thank you! Fred what the hell is up with you? You’ve been fine with me for days now and well, today you’re just being rotten!”
She felt her eyes sting. Don’t you dare cry Hermione, don’t you dare if you do this obviously means something to you! Fred leaned forwards on the wall and turned his head.
“Look I don’t know what you’re talking about Hermione, you’re clearly very emotional today”
So he’d noticed in her voice that she was trying not to cry.
“Why don’t you take the day off, I’ll be fine by myself.”
“Don’t be stupid Fred; it will be far too busy for just you to run the shop. Besides I’m fine!”
With that he turned to face her but stormed pass with out even looking her in the eye, she followed him through to the other room. As he raged through the shop he called behind him
“Well if you don’t want the day off fine! I’m suddenly feeling pretty nauseous, if you don’t feel like running the shop alone lock the door behind you when you leave.”
She watched him leave from the shop window but he didn’t head up to the flat above the shop, he was rampaging down the street and then apparated. She just stood there for a moment as the events of what had just happened sunk in and the tears began to fall from her eyes. She couldn’t face the idea of going home until the evening so she locked the shop, turned off the lights and sat curled up in the back room, thinking about the last forty-eight hours.
Finally Hermione picked herself up, dried her eyes and left for home. As she got to the front door she could hear voices from inside. She took a deep breath and went through the hall to the living room. Mrs Weasley ran at her and gave her a big hug.
“Oh, Hermione dear! We’re so delighted about you and Ron, we’re going to have a little party at The Burrow on Sunday, you aren’t busy are you?”
She held Hermione’s face tight in her hands.
“No, I’m not busy, are you sure Mrs Weasley? You don’t need all that trouble. It’s fine really.”
“Nonsense! I love planning family get-togethers, besides it’s been a while, this is the perfect excuse. I’ve spoken to everyone else and they’re all free as well.” She beamed.
“What about Fred and George?”
Hermione looked at her uncertainly.
“Of course! It’s not a party without them, is it? Fred seemed insistent that he had other plans at first but I was having none of it, made him cancel them- whatever they are I doubt they are as important as a family engagement!”
“I wonder if we’ll hear wedding bells from him and Laura any time soon.” Wondered Ron aloud, coming over to put his arm around Hermione’s waist.
“Well that’s not likely...” muttered Hermione, more to herself than to anyone else in the room.
“What do you mean by that dear?” Asked Mrs Weasley.