A Christmas Story
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I own the storyline of this fanfic.
By the way, the story takes place in a town in the US, not in London, and Harry and Hermione are now 21, and have been out of Hogwarts only 4 years. They have been going out since 7th year. Hermione is a virgin.
Hermione walked into Harry's office. He had called her and asked her to come over. He turned and looked up at her.
"Hey Mione. Wanna grab some dinner? I'm done here and I'm starving."
"Sure."
They walked hand in hand to his car. As they climbed in, Hermione wondered what he had called her for. Surely it wasn't just to take her out to dinner. From how excited he sounded on the phone, she knew there was something else he had planned. Also, things between them had begun to get….well…serious. Not like sex or anything, but their kisses had been more passionate, and their make-outs were almost leading to sex. In fact, Harry had been masturbating to get rid of the erection Hermione gave him, and Hermione had fingered herself sometimes to give herself what Harry wanted to wait for. Yes, something big was going to happen tonight.
He parked the car in front of the El Sombrero, the best Mexican restaurant in town. They got out and walked into the restaurant, and Hermione was getting more and more excited. They ate and chatted, talking about their days, and other things. The night was very usual and normal, Hermione observed.
When they ordered dessert, Harry whispered something to the waiter. The waiter nodded, and Harry handed something to him. Hermione was extremely puzzled at this. When Harry turned back to her, he had that wonderful little smile of his that he only smiled when he was up to something. Hermione wondered what.
Dessert came after what seemed an eternity, and Hermione cautiously took her first bite of her cake. Harry was almost laughing, he was smiling so wide. He seemed very excited.
After a couple more bites, Hermione bit something hard.
"Close your eyes. Lick it clean, then I'll tell you to open your eyes," Harry said.
Hermione did so. Harry told her to open her eyes, and when she did, she saw the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. It had a huge diamond, right in the center, and little diamonds surrounding it along the band. She gasped.
Harry got down on one knee, and asked her, "Hermione Granger, I love you more than anything. If you put that ring on your finger and say you'll be my bride, I will always love and treasure and protect you for now and forever."
She slipped the ring on her finger, and said, "Harry Potter, I love you more than anything. I will love you always and forever. And I could never have anything better than being your bride."
He picked her up and carried her horizontally, across his strong, muscular arms. He left $300 on the table for the check, and told the waiter to keep the change as his tip. He carried her to the car and put her in. he drove like a madman to his apartment. He carried her up the stairs, into the luxurious apartment, and laid her on his bed.