Ron sat on the Burrow's hard floor looking at Hermione who was soundly asleep on a sofa across the room.

Earlier that night they had a small party to celebrate Ron's twentieth birthday, the party not ending until two in the morning when everyone was tired and slightly drunk. Only he and Hermione were purposely left alone in the living room. They talked (and kissed) until about two thirty when Hermione finally drifted to sleep on the sofa, but Ron still was not tired, he was too nervous to sleep. He was going to purpose that night, (which was the whole reason they were left alone in the first place) but he was afraid. He pulled the tiny black ring box out of his jacket's pocket, and admired the ring with its white gold band and its fairly large diamond with two smaller ones on either side. "That one!" he replayed his mother saying in the muggle jewelry store in his mind from days before, "It's perfect! And she'll love it!" He knew that too. Why couldn't he be as blunt as Harry could when he asked Ginny?

That reminded him, his little sister and his best mate were getting married in a month. And that killed him silently; it made him feel awful that his girlfriend saw her younger best friend be engaged before her.

Ron looked up and sighed. Just then Hermione's eyes fluttered, Ron gasped, but Hermione just rolled over in place and began breathing loudly again. Ron let out a relieved breath. "What am I going to do?" Ron whispered to himself.

"Ron? Are you still awake?"

Ron turned his head swiftly to see his sister, Ginny, standing in the doorway wearing a pink terrycloth robe and slippers to match.

"Yeh. Why are you down here? I thought you were asleep," whispered Ron as loud as he could without waking Hermione.

"Woke up. I was thirsty, so I came down here to get some water. Why are you still up?"

"Couldn't sleep. I didn't asked her ye-" just then Ron was cut off by Hermione who mumbled something to herself.

"Let's go talk in the kitchen," breathed Ginny so low Ron only could hear "…….talk in…kitchen," but Ron filled in the blanks before getting up and walking behind Ginny to the kitchen, who ambled to the farthest corner away the sleeping Hermione.

"I-I didn't asked yet. I was too nervous," said Ron with a large sigh, "I'm so stupid."

Ginny put her hand on Ron's freckled arm before saying, "Ron, your not stupid .You seen Harry's face before he asked me, he looked like he was gunna throw up!" she stopped and Ron let out a small laugh, "And plus, if you are stupid, you've got Hermione! She's a genius!"

Ron shot her a "very funny" look and then said, "How smart could she be if she fell for a git like me."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. I think you had better talk to Harry, he always has good advice. I said yes, so I'm sure after talking to him, Hermione should too," she gave Ron a light squeeze before taking her hand off him, "Now go bed, I'll take care of Hermione," added Ginny firmly.

"What ever you say, MUM," replied Ron jokily.

"Ronald Weasley! Do as I say and go to bed!," replied Ginny with her best impression of their mother, Molly Weasley.

Ron laughed and shook his head, "'Night Gin," he said in a voice slightly above a whisper over his shoulder as he quietly walked up the steps to the next floor.

"'Night Ron."

Ginny walked to Hermione, who had started snoring while she and Ron had their conversation. Ginny started shaking her gently and whispering "'Mione, wake uh-up" in her ear.

Hermione suddenly shook awake and said "Wazzagoinon."

"'Mione time to go to bed. It's three thirty. Here, I'll help you."

"Where's Ron?" asked Hermione groggily.

"Bed. Where you should be," answered Ginny, pulling Hermione from the sofa.

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"Did everyone sleep well last night?" asked Molly sarcastically glaring at the table full of people who were nearly asleep in their scrambled eggs.

No one answered her question, but Ron gave a small snore from being woke up.

"So Ginny," carried on Molly, "Are we going to pick up your dress this afternoon?"

"Yah, Mum," replied Ginny after swallowing her toast, "Harry, don't be here when we get home, I don't want you to see it yet."

"Kay," Harry replied, "Me and Ron 'el probably just hang around George's store."

Ginny smiled an answer back to Harry, before turning to Ron and giving him a light nod in Harry's direction signaling him to talk to him then. He nodded in return. Ginny was worried about Ron; he seemed jumpy since he bought the ring, and he was always looking at it, as though if he didn't check it the ring would disappear. Every time Hermione walked in a room, he jumped. He was also having trouble sleeping; his bedtime was constantly getting later, you could see it in his eyes.

Why can't that boy just go and ask her? Thought Ginny. He's going to hurt himself, and damn soon too if he doesn't act fast.

Ron slipped his hand in his pocket and opened the ring box and stared holding it in between his fingers, when Hermione asked him-

"Ron, what time is it?"

He jumped. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, (dropped the ring of course), and read "eight forty-eight" to Hermione.

She thanked Ron and turned to Ginny and asked, "The appointment is at ten, right?" Ginny nodded in return.

"I'm gunna go do my hair," stated Ginny before getting up and walking to the first flight of stairs.

"Wait up," Hermione called behind her, "My hairs a mess too. You can help me with it." Caring what her hair looked like was very un-Hermione like.

As soon as they reached the door to the room Ginny and Hermione shared (Arthur Weasley, Ginny and Ron's father didn't want the un-married couples to be sharing rooms quite yet), Hermione turned to Ginny and said with a serious tone, "Gin, I have something important to tell you," while pushing her through their door.

Please comment. I'll take anything. I tried my hardest to fix all the mistakes but I'm sure I missed a few.

~Lauren