may 2nd, 2000
"W-what?" She asked her boyfriend. They'd been dating solidly for a good two years, but to expect this? It was a rainy day, with the raindrops making audible noises against the windows of their flat, and they had been lazing around all day. She hadn't covered up her scars, and was dressed in ratty, old pajamas. She looked quite the sight.
Seamus sighed, and bit his lip. He wasn't ever nervous, but right now, he looked so very nervous. "I asked, will you marry me?"
The diamond glinted in the light, and Lavender failed to breathe. She must have looked petrified, because he continued talking.
"Lavender Halcyon Brown, we disliked each other for most of Hogwarts. And I don't know when it even stopped, but maybe it started with that day in the rain six years ago, when your hat flew off your head and into the mud. And after that, even throughout your other disastrous relationships, I continued to like you. After the battle, I wanted you to know. I wanted you to know that if you want them to, the scars can mean the world. It's up to you to decide, because I am biased. I am biased in a sense that I think you would look beautiful with the scars and beautiful without the scars.
I want to grow old with you. I want to have children, grandchildren, and sit on the porch with grey hair and tell them all how I, the savior, saved the hat of you, the fairest maiden in the land. I could go on for a long time, for forever. But I'll end it here, and I'll ask you. Lavender, will you marry me?"
Her fingers lingered, very briefly, over the deep gashes on her neck and her eyes passed over the look on his face; love. Just love, like how her father looked at her mother and how her grandmother looked at her grandfather. And she knew, without a doubt, what her answer was.
"Yes."
A six-part linear drabble collection for the lovely, lovely Emma (AStitchedUpHeart). Enjoy!