Freak them out
The sun was slowly rising on the hill where they lied on a blanket, a smile spread on their lips as they watched the gentle colours of the morning settling before them. The piece of fabric was as humid as the green grass that was displaying tiny water drops and reflecting the soft rays of the star made of fire.
"Do you think we can get any cheesier?" the young man chuckled in his girlfriend's ear, an arm softly draped around her shoulders.
She laughed quietly, enjoying the seconds that were making this moment perfect, and said "No, we can't; it's technically impossible."
"Wanna bet? I'm sure if I try, I can make my dad lose his marbles. Or yours, for that matter," he added with a cocky smile.
She raised her upper body on her elbows to be able to look into the eyes of the over-confident young man next to her; "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind exactly?"
"Well, let's see," he said, rolling over to face her before kissing her lightly on the forehead. "We've got a blanket, a sunrise, a forbidden love…" His smile grew larger but his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Marry me."
Hugo's girlfriend didn't move from where she was, but a similar smile spread on her face. "I've never seen you acting so boldly before; but I guess that's your Gryffindor bravery popping out again."
The soft smile splattered on Hugo's lips kept growing. "I was expecting more of a "yes" for an answer."
"Yes," she replied instantly, grinning happily at him. "That will freak them out for sure!"
Hugo laughed, an eyebrow hiked on his forehead. "Is that your only motivation ?"
She tilted her head backwards as her laughter took hold of her entire body; "Obviously. They've been bothering us for more than ten years now, so they deserve a bit of retribution! Of course, the fact that I would be totally ecstatic of becoming your wife helps a lot," she added before pushing him back down on the blanket and playfully kissing his cheek.
"Good thing I brought this with me, then," Hugo said, pulling a small, soft, white feather out of his pocket. He rolled Manuela Zabini to his side so that he could lie on his left elbow and present her with the fragile feather; it stayed still in the air for a second, before beginning to dance around them in the most magical way. When it finally slowed and stopped in front of her, Manuela let it fall right into her open palm.
"What do you think of a bracelet?" she whispered as the tiny object moved once again and this time made its way around her wrist while turning into a bronze colour. It closed with a silent click.
Hugo smiled to his girlfriend -well, his fiancée- before bending to kiss the inside of her wrist. Her smile didn't go away; on the contrary, it grew bigger and bigger, and when her eyes started sparkling like never before, she added; "What would you say of having a late wedding?"
"Since when do I have a say in this relationship?" Hugo laughed, happiness lightning his deep blue eyes.
She rolled her eyes and replied, "You just had a say ―proposing to me and everything, remember? But more seriously, what do you say about freaking them out even before the actual wedding?"
"Who do you think will freak out more?"
"Ha!" she laughed, "I know that your dad will be more difficult to manage."
"Well," Albus snorted, "I doubt daddy Zabini will be delighted to learn that his little princess is marrying a dragon trainer redhead Weasley either, you know?"
His crooked smile got reflected on her face, and, as a twinge of excitement coloured her cheeks pink, she added, as though she were talking about the weather, "Nor that she is pregnant with his redhead baby."
The young man's smile froze on his lips and his carefree demeanor slipped into a quiet, shaking posture. "Wh…"
"Breathe, Weasley."
Hugo tried to glare at her, but obviously failed when a smile dug a dimple in his left cheek, love bursting in his chest. They stared at each other like the two proudest human beings that they were, until Manuela interrupted the beautiful silence, as she always did; "So really, if I give birth before we actually get married, we will get our revenge against my dad."
"You're the worst," Hugo whispered, closing the gap between them, his voice slightly shaking with emotions. He kissed her more softly than ever, as though he were scared of breaking her. "How long… How long have you…? I mean, why did you wait to tell me? And am I… Am I…"
"If you're asking if I'm sure that you're the father of my unborn baby, Hugo Weasley, I might kill you. Slowly and painfully."
The redhead turned red and smiled guiltily, before an unusual stammering escaped his lips; "I'm-I'm just…"
"Excited? Anxious? Happy?" Manuela provided for him with amusement.
"And proud and in love and… Concerned that I don't have enough love in me to give to this child, as all of it is dedicated to you," he added with worry in his eyes.
Manuela rolled her eyes with affection. "My dad is right, you truly are an idiot."
"Alright," Hugo agreed, "but let's forget about our dads for a minute. You are going to be my wife, and you are going to give us the most beautiful Slytherin baby that the world will ever see."
His fiancée pinched his arm and he let out a small growl. "Idiot," she reiterated.
"I know. Well, let's not talk for a few hours, so that I can have all those stupid thoughts in my idiotic head," he retorted, pulling out his tongue, "and then let me bring you back home for a nice dinner; we have a lot to celebrate."
She pressed her smile to his lips and closed her eyes to hide the warmth hidden in her dark pupils. "Indeed we do."
A/N
Blablabla to everyone ! (Kidding. Hope you liked it ;)
