Candlelight Dinner

Hermione stood in front of the floor length mirror, running her hands over the simple black dress she had chosen for the evening. Harry insisted on taking her out to a brand new, exclusive restaurant in Diagon Alley. It was so unlike them, but she supposed there was a first time for everything. She placed dangling silver earrings in her ears, some lipgloss on her lips and slipped her feet into black heels before turning away from the mirror and walking out the bedroom door.

"Hermione are you ready?" Harry called, just as she walked out into the living room of their shared flat.

Harry was standing in front of the fireplace, fixing his bowtie in the mirror above it. "Here let me help you." He turned around, and she lifted the collar of his shirt up, untwisting it at the back. Tying it back up, she flipped the collar back down. "There, that's better."

He grinned. "Thanks, love." He pressed a soft kiss against her lips before pulling away and grasping her hand.

He gestured to the fireplace. "After you, milady."

She giggled. "Why thank you, good sir."

After stepping into the fireplace next to her, he grabbed some floo powder and without a moment's notice, they were off to their destination.

"This is lovely," Hermione said, looking at Harry from across the table. The restaurant was indeed exclusive, filled with the rich and famous, though it wasn't as pretentious as she had initially thought.

Two candles in the middle of the table were the only light, giving all of the couples in the restaurant privacy as you couldn't see further than the person in front of you.

Hermione took a sip of wine before setting it down on the table. She smoothed her dress down over her knees — a nervous habit.

"Why did you want to come here tonight?" Hermione asked bluntly, watching her fiance carefully for a reaction. He surprised her when he grinned.

"I can't get anything past you, can I?"

Hermione shook her head and waited patiently for him to answer her question.

"I thought it would be nice for us to get out and about, especially in the Wizarding World for once. We shouldn't have to be afraid of being bombarded with the press every time we come out."

"That's true. And?"

Harry grinned again. "And, I know that Molly and your mum are driving you absolutely crazy with wedding planning. I thought maybe, would you wannagetmarriedtomorrow?"

"What? Did you just ask me if I wanted to ge—"

"—get married tomorrow. Yes."

Hermione spluttered in shock. "Get married? Tomorrow?"

Harry laughed and reached across the table to grab her hand. "That's what I said, love. I know you loathe the wedding planning. You have your dress, let's talk to Kingsley and go to that place on the hill with all of the Cherry Blossom trees."

Hermione was silent, running over the pros and cons in her head. Her mother and Molly would be furious, but she would be ecstatic. Harry was offering her not only an easy way out but really, the wedding of her dreams.

"Love?" Harry asked, hesitantly.

Hermione looked up at him and smiled. "On one condition."

"Anything for you." He caressed her hand.

"I want Ron and Luna there. They can be our witnesses and take some photos. I want to capture this day with photographs." She bit her lip.

"Done."

Hermione sat back and smiled softly at her future husband. Tomorrow she would officially be a married woman — she couldn't wait.