Disclaimer: I don't own Hermione or Ron either, though I do have a soft spot for redheads. They belong to JK Rowling.
I do however own this story, and I love the way that it's coming together.

Please do me a favor and let me know what you think? I would love some input and criticism is always welcome.

Hermione Weasley was curled up in a chair next to the fire with her cat, Crookshanks the Second. Crookshanks the Second wasn't quite as terribly looking as Crookshanks the First, and she was a bit fonder of Ron, Hermione's husband, than her namesake.

Hermione flipped through the pages of a manuscript that she had written about the battle of Hogwarts, reading carefully.

She was very surprised when Ginny's mass of red hair preceded her bdy onto the carpet in front of the fire, trailing dust along the rug.

She smiled at her friend and sister-in-law warmly, setting the manuscript aside carefully as to not lose her place.

She stood, Crookshanks the Second falling to the floor with a hiss, looking at Ginny with disgust for causing her master to move.

Hermione hugged Ginny tightly, and Ginny squeezed back.

"You didn't tell me you were coming!" Hermione said. Ginny smile while sitting and making herself at home on the couch across from Hermione's chair.

"I didn't know I was coming! It's sort of a surprise to me as well. Everything is just moving so quickly now!" Ginny gushed. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?"

Ginny smiled a beaming white smile and held out her left hand. There, settled on her fourth finger, sat the ring that Harry got for her, bright and shiny as day.

"HARRY PROPOSED?" Hermione shouted, standing on her feet once again. She and Ginny met on the rug to hug and jump up and down squealing with excitement.

"It was perfect! He did it with a Snitch at the Quidditch pitch! I was so surprised! He asked Mum and Dad first! It was… ahh! I can't believe it Hermione. Harry and I are getting married!" Ginny's face was flushed with excitement.

"I told you!" Hermione said with a small smug smile on her face.

"I know! I can't believe you were right!"

Hermione rolled her eyes a bit.

"I'm always right!" she said jokingly.

"You're always right about what?" Ron called from the front door. He was carrying a briefcase and wearing a tie, and looking so distinctly un-Ron-like that Ginny almost giggled at the sight of him. She knew that he had been on Auror duty today, and that he'd probably spent most of the day sitting around doing paperwork in his office at the Ministry.

"Harry and Ginny are engaged!" Hermione said loudly. Ron turned his head to look at Ginny, his eyebrows almost disappearing in his just too long hair.

"Harry proposed?" he asked, utterly surprised.

"Yes!" she said, standing up to get closer to her brother and show him the ring.

"Blimey, that's some rock," Ron muttered, looking in the general direction of Hermione's rings, which were noticeably smaller than the one that Ginny now wore.

Ginny shrugged a little bit, feeling embarrassed. She knew that Ron and Hermione didn't have a lot of money, and neither minded. The Weasley family in particular wasn't used to having money, so a simple life was unavoidable. Ginny hadn't worn anything this expensive in her lifetime, and both her and Harry's jobs allowed them to live more upscale lives.

Ron let go of Ginny's hand and started muttering under his breath. Hermione shook her head and followed him as he went from the sitting room to their bedroom, sighing "Oh Ronald," as she walked.

Before she entered the room she threw a cursory glance back at Ginny, almost apologetic. Ginny nodded her head, understanding. It was her time to leave now, and also her time to go back to Harry and make him talk sense into Ron.

"See you later Hermione. Love you Ron!" she said, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder and murmuring, "The Burrow," under her breath.