Prompt: Paris
Disclaimer: I own NOthing, sadly
There was a small restaurant in the middle of Paris, a restaurant they had been meeting at for years.
"How many?"
"Two please." The hostess led her to a small table, smiling as she set the menus down.
As Hermione sipped at her wine she couldn't help the tears that began to fall
"Promise me that no matter what we will always meet here on this night."
"What's so special about tonight?"
"Isn't obvious? Tonight's the night you agreed to marry me." With that he pulled out a small velvet box.
But it's too late for that now, isn't it?