He licked up the salty droplet that was running down her face. "Don't cry, pet. It kills me to see you cry." She only cried harder.
"I hate hiding in the shadows, I wish we didn't have to." She said in a halting whisper. He kissed away the few tears that were leaking out.
"Mi amo, don't cry. Shh. You know we'll both die if we go public. My family would come after us. And while I don't panic over the thought of death for me, I worry for you." He whispered, his dark hair mixing with hers as he kissed her, as if hoping to kiss away her fears. At least for now.
"Zabi, no. I can't let you die for me. It wouldn't be fair." She sobbed in his shoulder, holding him tightly, as if she'd never see him again if she let go. He whispered into her ear soft reassurances and promises he was afraid he couldn't keep. He sighed, knowing that even though Voldemort's dead, most purebloods still had that prejudice. He pulled away and began to kneel, pulling out a small black box as he kneeled.
"My gaby, will you marry me?" he asked as he opened the box. It wasn't a traditional engagement ring. This one was silver and had a ruby and an emerald cut to make a heart.
Clearing her hair out of her eyes, she whispered in awe, "Yes, Zabi, yes!" She hugged him tightly. "When?"
"I was thinking next autumn. What about you?" He asked.
"Next autumn's perfect. I shall be Mrs. Zabini!" she almost shouted. Little did she know what was to befall them.
The autumn
Hemione sat in front of a grave and cried again for the thousandth time, fingering an engagement ring on a chain as she cried. She cried constantly, rarely stopping.
He had died saving her. He had been protecting her before the aurors came.
When the tears subsided, she got up, began to walk away, turned, and blew a kiss to the tombstone labeled "Blaise Zabini".