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Parvati was nibbling on a sandwich in her boyfriend, Dean Thomas's little apartment.
Dean had tasted Parvati's cooking a few days before, and after deeming the roast chicken and baked potatoes "scrumptious," he had taken it upon himself to also begin cooking for her.
It was so cute how he was always trying to do things that she wanted.
It was so cute how he had given her a sandwich that he had just thrown together with ingredients he had purchased in the supermarket, because in reality, Parvati knew, he was an awful cook.
It was so sweet how he was always trying to adapt to her.
"So, how's the turkey a la Thomas,"
"Scrumptious," replied Parvati.
They both laughed.
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Dean looked into the exquisite face of his beautiful girlfriend. The most beautiful girl in the world to him.
In truth, he had invited her over because he had been planning on proposing to her. But how was he supposed to do it? Did he just get down on one knee and ask her to marry him? What if she said no? What if he wasn't good enough for her? What if she didn't love him?
What if she thought it wasn't an interesting enough proposal, Dean wished he had planned something extremely romantic and sweet.
But instead, Parvati was sitting at his kitchen table, eating a sandwich, and he was about to get down on the floor and ask her to marry him.
Dean was torn. He could just not ask her - he'd push it off.
No-he couldn't do that. What if she broke up with him? It could happen at any time.
And he wouldn't be able to stand seeing her with another man.
No, it would have to be now. Now, when Parvati was, (he hoped) just as much in love with him as he was with her.
So mustering up all of his Gryffindor courage, Dean Thomas removed the ring from his pocket when Parvati was not looking.
You love her, he kept reminding himself when he became nervous. You love her. You're doing this for Parvati.
Dean cleared his throat.
Parvati looked up from her sandwich.
"Parvati I- I have something to ask you,"
Parvati nodded her head as if to say, "go on."
"Parvati I have been in love with a girl, an amazing and extraordinary girl since I first had the pleasure of stealing a kiss from her. I think you know who I'm talking about Parvati,"
Parvati nodded, beaming in delight.
"So, Parvati Patil," he slowly got down on one knee, "will you marry me?"
Parvati nodded once again, beaming even brighter. She launched herself into his arms causing the ring in his hand to clatter to the ground.
He picked her up and spun her around.
He couldn't believe it.
He had managed to propose.
But not only that. He, Dean Thomas, was going to marry the most beautiful, caring, wonderful girl ever to roam the earth.
He put her down and began searching for the ring.
He placed it on her finger and returned her smile.
He just couldn't believe how lucky he was.
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