At 7 o'clock on the dot, Harry Potter and Elizabeth Malfoy graced the high-class restaurant Three Roses looking quite smashing. Harry's dress robes had been lengthened, still looking good on him and bring out his eyes. Libby was wearing a complimentary emerald green dress that made her skin seem even more pale and flawless. The two were holding hands, necessary to side-along apparate, but they didn't let go even after they arrived. A waiter seated them as soon as they walked in the door, delighted to be serving such a prominent couple.

An uncomfortable silence ascended as the two young people stared at each other from across the table. Finally, Libby asked, "What did Daddy talk to you about? I hope it wasn't too awkward…"

"No, it wasn't. He was fine. Really. He just wanted to make sure I wasn't a terrible person and wanted to know my intentions." Harry paused before commenting, "You're very lucky, you know. To have a family that cares so much about you…"

"I know. My family is the best. Well… except for my biological father, but I wouldn't really consider him family…" It was Libby's turn to pause. "What did you tell Daddy your intentions are?"

"I told him that I hope that one day we can make this sham of a marriage a real one since you don't believe in divorce and family- a real family- is all I've ever wanted. I told him I want to make you happy." Harry had subtly pushed his chair back far enough to slip out of it at that point. The restaurant went silent as they saw him walk over to Libby's side and get down on one knee, "I do want to make you happy and I'll do my best to make our life together a good one. Will you marry me?"

Libby's eyes filled with tears as she threw her arms around Harry's neck and whispered, "Thank you so much." She pulled back and swiped her eyes with her right hand while holding her left out for Harry to slip the ring on. "Yes, I'll marry you, Harry Potter." The entire restaurant burst into applause at the sight, bringing both Harry and Libby back into the present time. They had forgotten that there were other people around them, but they both gave bashful smiles to the audience and waved.

"KISS HER!" some random person yelled from the audience. Harry's eyes widened as he turned to look at Libby again. The audience, as if by cue, started clinking their glasses in encouragement. Harry looked nervously at Libby.

"Just do it," she murmured softly. "Don't worry."

So he did. He reached up and slipped his hand around the back of her neck softly to pull her face down to his. Hesitantly he placed his lips gently over hers and kissed her softly. He started to pull away almost immediately but Libby, almost like she was expecting his reaction, slipped her arms back up around his neck and deepened the kiss. The applause from the audience was outrageously loud and Libby smiled against Harry's lips at the sound of it.

"I've acted in so many plays I can't even count them all and the loudest applause I get is for kissing you. What kind of society do we live in?" she joked.

Harry shrugged, clearly a little dazed.

"Are you alright?" she asked, slipping back into her seat, so Harry could get up too.

"Uh… Yeah."

"I don't believe you. Please don't lie to me. I hate being lied to."

"Sorry. It's just… I've never… I'm not used to physical contact," Harry admitted shyly. "I've only ever kissed one girl before and I'm not even sure that counts."

"Why not?" Libby questioned curiously.

Harry explained his kiss with Cho Chang and Libby couldn't help but giggle. Harry mock glared and Libby immediately attempted to apologize through her now intensified laughter.

"But wait… You said physical contact… That doesn't only include kissing…"

"I'm not really sure you are going to want to hear this," Harry warned her.

"Harry, you're my future husband. I'm going to be married to you, don't you think I should know the important things?"

"Well… I guess, I just never looked at it that way. Okay, I'll tell you. I'm sure you know that I lived with my aunt and uncle after my parents died, right?" Libby nodded. "They hated me."

Libby looked as though she was going to protest so Harry paused his story and looked at her seriously, "They hated me. Aunt Petunia hated my mother, Lily, because she was a witch. Their philosophy was that they could beat the magic out of me. I only ever had hand-me-downs from my cousin, Dudley, who weighed about as much as a baby whale. Literally. They kept me in a closet under the stairs. That's why I'm not scared of spiders, if I had been I would be either crazy or dead. They treated me absolutely awful. I was never hugged, not until Hermione and I became friends and she would give me occasional hugs. Molly Weasley gives me hugs every now and then, but for the most part I'm just not used to it. Sirius was the closest thing I ever had to family and she killed him," Harry's eyes really were shining with those tears Rita Skeeter had accused him of back during fourth year once her finished relating his horrible life to his future wife.

Libby for her part really was crying and she slipped out of her chair and walked over to Harry's side of the table. She did a little wandless transfiguration to make his single chair a double and sat down beside him, pulling him into a tight embrace immediately. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Harry. But you have me now, we'll make our own family."

Harry looked at her, "But love is the most important thing…"

"I doubt I'll find it hard to fall in love with you, Harry. You seem like a great man, you're very attractive, and you've got a good sense of humor. What's not to like?"

Libby's attempt to lighten the mood worked as Harry smiled sheepishly. Of course, he then turned more serious, "Um… Did you forget that I have a Dark Lord out there trying to kill me?"

At her smirk Harry felt his stomach do a little back flip, "Harry, as our life progresses, you will learn that I don't really mind confrontation. Especially when it's deserved. Voldemort is the reason Draco spent his childhood living in a land of prejudice and horrors untold. He deserves to die and even if it weren't for you, I would be right there battling it out. So, no, I didn't forget, but it's incredibly trivial if you ask me."

Harry smiled so wide he looked like his face was going to burst open, "You know, there's nothing not to like about you either. You're absolutely breathtaking, you're funny, and the fact that I'm the "Chosen One" doesn't bother you."

Libby blushed, "Thanks, Harry."

Their dinner continued in a very pleasant and congenial manner. They left the restaurant hand in hand and some very not subtle photographers snapped a few quick shots. The couple spent some time strolling the streets just chatting casually about random things and then they side-along apparated back to the Manor.