Proposing to Hermione

It was a special day and we were celebrating something. I was Harry and Hermione's dad was taking us to a very expensive restaurant, where he gave us £3000 to spend on our meal. Then he sent her in to find a table, while in the meantime he took me to the gift shop outside. There he informed me that we were looking for rings for me to propose to her. I supposed that I did want to marry her and helped him look. We only found various porcelain rings, the one bigger than the next and most of them involving doves. I found one ring with two doves sticking out of it, which seemed to be the smallest one around. When showing it to her dad, however, it looked bigger than before and he had to find another one. I don't think I ever saw what it looked like, because I was still looking for alternatives, but most things in there were really gaudy, made with amber or other coloured rocks. He paid and gave me the rings in a box and I went up to the restaurant to a waiting Hermione. We got some champagne and suddenly we were at Spårsnögatan with my family and it wasn't a good place to propose at all, because Hermione was my sister, Siri. And we were all really young. Anyway, after a while Siri turned back to Hermione and was at the restaurant. I was on my way back to her, but couldn't find the rings! They were in a little black box, made of wood, and I was rummaging about my childhood desk to find it. All I found were two mp3 players, both black and the same size as the box. Then I noticed that I had lost my shoes. I found a pair, but they turned out to be my dad's and weren't formal enough. After looking around at home I finally found them, put them on and left. I went back to the restaurant, only she was no longer there, because apparently we had tables at two separate restaurants and kept changing between them. But the rings were there! I had to look around the table three times, all the while worrying about if she had found them herself already, before I found them. I remember thinking how silly it was to let her dad decide this and that she'll probably scold me for letting him decide too much over me, but at this point I really felt that I wanted to marry her. I started making my way to the restaurant, where she would hopefully still be waiting for me. I had butterflies.