SO HEY GUYS, I WAS THINKING OF DOING SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT. I HAVE THIS OBSESSION WITH THE WEASLEY CLAN LATELY(HARRY AND HERMIONE INCLUDED, AS WELL AS THE NEXT GEN), SO WHAT IF I JUST WRITE A WHOLE TON OF ONE-SHOTS ABOUT THE WEASLEY CLAN? IF YOU HAVE IDEAS OR SOMETHING YOU WANT WRITTEN, JUST LEAVE A REVIEW AND I'LL TRY TO DO IT!

Teaspoon-A Romione one-shot

They snuck glances at each other, each of them not sure what to say. Ron Weasley stopped dead. This was it. The big moment. She didn't know it, of course; she had no clue. Hermione Granger, his eleven-year-old crush. Standing right next to him, clearing her throat; they had arrived at her small London flat after a wonderful date.

Ron nervously blew his ginger hair out of his eyes. The street lamps flickered slightly-giving him a wonderful idea. He knew just what to do.

Ron slipped his Deluminator out of his back pocket, where he kept it right next to his wand. He clicked it three times, for each of the three street lamps. The balls of light whisked into the Deluminator, which he snapped closed and slipped back into the Deluminator, which he snapped closed and slipped back into his pocket.

"Ron," Hermione said, annoyed. "Would you please just leave the lights where they are?" Hermione was always annoyed when he would randomly flick the lights on and off, but the Deluminator had saved all of their lives-and Ron and Hermione's relationship. But she had no idea that Ron had taken something else out of his pocket. Ron smiled at the memory, when they were in their fifth year at Hogwarts.

"Ronald, just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon," Hermione snapped at him. Harry had sat by, stunned. Hermione had talked to Harry some more, and Ron wasn't really listening. He was distracted by what she had said. What did she mean, the emotional range of a teaspoon? Did she think he was uncaring? Unkind? No, he knew Hermione, and she knew him.

"Ronald," Hermione said in the same voice she had used then. Ron liked that voice-he could never say no to her when she used it. "Turn the lights back on. I have to get to bed, it's getting late."

"Alright," Ron said, sweating nervously. He quietly got down on one knee, held the thing he had taken tightly. Then, the Deluminator still in his back pocket, he clicked it three times.

Hermione's eyes adjusted to the brightness as she stared at the sight in front of her.

"Hermione," Ron said, swallowing slightly. He held up the thing in his hand-a teaspoon with a gorgeous golden ring balanced on the end of it. "All of my emotions belong to you." Hermione gasped as she realized what was happening. "Will-will you marry me?"

Hermione stood there, stunned.

"Oh-Ron-" she said, tears flooding her eyes. "Yes! Of course!" Ron stood up, grinning, and slipped the ring onto her finger. Then he handed her the teaspoon, and she laughed at the memory.

"We were so young," she whispered, still smiling.

"Of course we were," Ron replied, pulling her close to him. He wrapped one hand in her long, bushy hair, and with the other, he clicked the Deluminator three times more.