The sky was turning a light pink now. George’s heart was trying to leap right out of his chest. His breath quickened when he heard the door open and her voice call out to him.
“George?” Hermione’s voiced echoed off the wood walls. George leapt from his chair and quickly tried to calm himself, with little success. He managed to make his feet move and immediately found her in the next room. She was dressed elegantly. She wore a purple dress that brought out the specs of gold in her eyes. Her dresses flowed over her bulging stomach in a way that made George ache to be a father even more. And not an ounce of makeup on her face, she was too beautiful for makeup.
“Ron told me to come here and dress nicely. Is everything alright?” Hermione reached out and took his hand in hers. The moment their hands joined, every bit of nervousness and anxiousness fled from his body. As long as she was by his side, he could take on the world and not even flinch.
“Everything’s perfect, just like you.” He told her. The corner of his lips twitched upwards when he saw her cheeks turn a shade of light pink. He tugged on her hand and led her outside to the garden. Nothing could ever prepare Hermione for what she was about to see. In the garden, there were lights hanging in and from the trees, making them twinkle. Her favorite flower had been planted all around the garden, in full bloom. George took her over to a spot near the pond. He faced her and took her other hand in his. George let out a deep breath and mentally took a picture of the way the sun’s last few rays were bouncing off her curls. The sun was just about to set. It was time. George looked in her eye and knelt down on one knee. Hermione gasped.
“Hermione, I can’t promise that we won’t fight. I can’t promise that there won’t be days when I can’t look at myself in the mirror because the memories are too much. I can’t promise that things will be perfect. I can’t promise that there won’t be bad days. But I can promise that I will keep you safe. I can promise that I will fight for you. I can promise that I’ll always take care of you and our kids. I can promise to do the best I can. I can promise to always love you with my whole heart and my entire soul. I want every part of you for the rest of my life. I want to wake up next to you and your horrible morning breath and kiss you anyways. I want to teach our kids to pull pranks. I want to help you face your demons. I want to hear your laugh every single day. I want to listen to you ramble on about books. I want to grow old with you. So, Hermione Granger, will you do the absolute honor of becoming my wife?” Hermione’s hand was clutching over her mouth and tears were lightly pouring down her face. She was silent for a moment, taking in the moment. George pulled out the tiny velvet box and showed her the sparkling ring. After several more moments, she answered.
“Yes!” She squealed and George slipped the ring on to her finger. George stood and pulled her into a passionately sweet kiss.
“What did she say?” one of the Weasley’s shouted. They had just arrived back at the Burrow.
“She said yes!” Hermione shouted happily back at them. The air was full of cheers and the whole family ran to embrace and congratulate the newly engaged couple.
“A celebration is in order!” Mr. Weasley cheered and everyone headed inside for dessert. George and Hermione couldn’t stop smiling wickedly at one another and took every chance to sneak a kiss. After a long evening of celebration, the happy couple headed home. With a quick pop, they were standing in the flat’s living room. George lips found hers and they were lost in a world all their own. Hours flew by before they broke apart. George pressed his forehead against hers.
“I love you.” He whispered to her.
“And I love you.” She responded. He bent down and came face to face with her stomach.
“And I love you guys too. I can’t wait to meet you.” He told and kissed her stomach. Hermione smiled from ear to ear. He stood up and they walked back to their bedroom and got ready for bed. Once they had changed into their pajamas, they got in bed and cuddled, George’s arm lying lazily over her side. He had just about fallen asleep when he felt her lips at his ear. She said one simple sentence, but it had him smiling in his sleep all night.
“I can’t wait to be Mrs. Weasley.”
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