As has happened so many times, chatter in Discord led to an idea. For some reason, we were talking about the TV show 90 Day Fiancée and how it could be applied to Harry Potter. This being the Romione Discord, we came up with idea of Ron proposing to Hermione, but there being a wee little wrinkle. Here is a little bit I wrote exploring the idea.
Hermione set her heavy bag down on the floor, glad to finally have its weight off her shoulder. She was shoulders deep in the icebox when she heard a rapid tapping at her window. Turning around, she saw a tiny, overly excited owl clutching a letter.
“Oh, Pigwidgeon!” Hermione said, opening the window to let the little owl in. He preened his feathers as she patted him on the head before giving him one of the Pigwidgeon-sized treats she kept specially on hand for him. Expecting a note from Ron, she was surprised to see Ginny’s handwriting when she opened the letter.
Hermione, are you free to meet me at the Leaky around 6 tonight? I need to have a chat with you. —Ginny
“Well that sounds interesting,” Hermione murmured as she dashed off a quick response and gave it to the tiny owl, closing the window after he’d flown off. Glancing at the clock, she decided she could spare a few minutes to freshen up before heading out.
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“Hiya!” Ginny said, pressing her cheek to Hermione’s in greeting. “What can I get you? Cider?”
“Oh, cider sounds lovely,” Hermione said, taking a seat on the battered old bench as Ginny went up to get their drinks. She watched her friend up at the bar, trying to think of what Ginny had to talk to her about that was so urgent.
Is there something going on with Harry? If it were something with Molly or Arthur, she wouldn’t have asked me here. It must be Harry. Or something. She pursed her lips, eyeing Ginny’s figure as she walked back to their table with their drinks.
“So how’s Harry?” Hermione asked after they’d had their first taste of the excellent cider.
Ginny lifted an eyebrow and smiled at her. “Didn’t you see him for lunch?”
“Well, yes, but …” Flustered, Hermione picked up a coaster and spun it on its corner. “How are the two of you doing?”
“We’re fine. Nothing too terribly exciting on that front.” Ginny took a big gulp of her cider and looked at Hermione. Hermione had a small quiver in her gut because Ginny looked like she was doing what she called “getting her game face on”.
“Ginny, why did you ask me here?” Hermione asked, determined to get to the heart of whatever was going on.
“Hermione. I … oh God, there’s no good way to say this, so I’m just going to say say it.”
Heart practically beating in her throat, Hermione felt almost breathless. “Say what?”
“Ron is going to propose.”
All of the noise in the lively pub shut off and all Hermione heard for several seconds was a soft ringing in her ears. “Really?” was all she was able to squeeze out until she caught her breath once more. “When?” In a flash, she had everything all planned out: an intimate wedding, a honeymoon by the sea, a small cottage in a charming village …
“I don’t know, I overheard him talking about it to Mum the other night.” Ginny gave a quick glance around and leaned in, lowering her voice. “You know what this means, though, don’t you?” All of Hermione’s high-flying plans crashed into the ground and the noise in the pub came roaring back. “Do you know where he is?”
Hermione took a long drink of cider as she thought. “Um, I might have a letter from him at my flat.”
“Hermione. You’ve got to get this sorted out. If Ron finds out …” Ginny said, her voice full of warning.
In her mind’s eye, Hermione pictured the moment. Ron’s dear, wonderful face full of hope and love as he slid the ring onto her finger. Her voice trembling as she accepted his proposal. “Yes, Ron, I will marry you, but … there’s a little thing I need to take care of first.” The Ron in her vision started to look confused and she shook her head, coming back to Ginny at the Leaky.
“I need to divorce Viktor Krum,” she said.
Ginny nodded. “Precisely. But you need to find him first.”
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