Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, as much as I'd like to.

Five years ago, the war ended. Five years ago, I stabbed a hocrux, broke into Gringotts, faced the wrath of Bellatrix Lestrange and lost Fred during the battle. Five years ago, I let the basilisk fangs fall out of my arms and threw myself at Ron, kissing him. Now, I am reminded of all this as I stand at my bookshelf, delicately fingering the spine of Tales of Beedle the Bard. People have begun to return to their daily lives, but they will never forget. Neither will I.

The 'Mudblood' scar is still there, a white mark on my forearm. A constant reminder of the war.

Then there's Ron. Ron, the man I am in love with, my best friend and constant companion of twelve years. After his brother's death, I was the only one who could get him to talk. Speaking of Ron...my boyfriend walks into my room, wearing formal dress robes.

"Ron!" I say, pleasantly surprised. "How did you get in?"

"You gave me a key to your flat the other day, remember?" He replies sarcastically, although, he seems a bit nervous.

"Oh, right, sorry, I forgot" I say sheepishly. "What's with the formal dress robes, anyway?" I ask.

Ron seems to remember why he is here. "I owled you, didn't you get my letter? I asked you to be ready for a fancy lunch"

"Must have missed it, I'm so sorry. Do you mind giving me a few minutes? I'll get ready..."

"Take your time"

I go into my room, and pull on smart ladies dress robes. Walking back into the hall, I find a very nervous looking Ron agitatedly pacing around.

"Ron, are you alright?" I ask concernedly.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine, let's go."

Walking out of the door, I have a feeling he is going to break up with me or propose. I distinctly hope it's the latter.

We go to a restaurant, my favourite one, and sit down at a table. About halfway into the meal, I hear an annoyingly familiar voice, who's owner was making his way over to us.

"Granger? Weasley? What are you doing here? How can you afford such a place?"

"What's it to you, Malfoy? Why do you care?" says Ron.

"Just curious" he replies.

"Well, take your curiosity somewhere else, please" I say exasperatedly.

"Relax, I was just leaving" he says and walls away.

"Bloody ferret" Ron mutters.

The rest of the meal passes by, and now at the end of it, Ron seems even more agitated than ever.

"Hermione?" he says nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to take a walk? I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure"

We get up, and head outside into a small park. After a few minutes if comfortable silence, just walking around, Ron gets down on one knee, pulls out a ring, looks up into my eyes and asks

"Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?"

I gasp. This must be why he was so nervous throughout the day.

"Yes, Ronald Billius Weasley, I will marry you" I say, my voice a bit high pitched from happiness and excitement. A relieved smile brakes through my fiancé's face, and he slips a simple, elegant diamond ring onto my finger.

I think I hear a distant camera flash, but right now, I'm too ecstatic to care.