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A/N I've just sort of realized that I've been spelling Carlisle's name wrong…sorry!
Chapter 20It had been a year since the down fall of Voldemort and Sam was now twenty. Hermione, a year younger, had been accepted immediately into St Mungos for healing, needing to find a way to help people without needing to fight. Sam had been ecstatic that she chose healing, learning both the magical and muggle way. He had been accepted into an Auror program, along with Emmett, Harry and Ron. He also took an offered one year doctor course that his old boarding school offered and was now a part-time doctor alongside with his father. Luckily none of them needed much training, only going through six months and then offered positions of full time Aurors.
The Cullen's had to go through the full education requirements for their preferred careers and were all enrolled in the suitable courses. Carlisle was able to manage his magical training with working at a local muggle hospital.
Harry had proposed to Ginny, a week after the battle much to the happiness of all the Weasley's and Cullen's. They had gotten married barely a month later, now living in Godric's Hollow that Sirius had refurnished, with the help of the Cullen men, Remus and the Weasley men. The girls had the job of choosing the furniture, having better taste than the boys. Both Harry and Ginny had been ecstatic.
Currently Sam was waiting for Hermione to return from her shopping trip with Ginny and Alice, who had agreed to get her out of the house for a few hours so he could prepare a surprise dinner for them. Jasper looked at the table, silver cutlery and fine wine glasses set out neatly with approving eyes. The food had already been cooked, sitting in the warm oven to prevent the cooked pasta from going cold. Daemon had helped him cook, knowing what foods would impress a woman. Daemon had, after the battle, stayed with Sam, not wanting to travel alone with the fear of falling back in to the Twisted Kingdom or being caught by Dorathea who was banned from entering the wizarding community from her association with Voldemort. Now Daemon worked in the ministry in the Magical Law Department, helping those with troubles.
Jasper dusted the breadcrumbs of his hands, having sliced some freshly cooked bread, "Well the entrée is ready. Alice called, Hermione will be here in a few minutes; I'd better leave. Good luck, let us know how it goes." He called as he stepped into the fire place and promptly disappeared into the green flames.
Sam panicked, digging his hand into the right back pocket of his eans, sighing with relief as he felt the small velvet box. His hand flew out to cross his arms over his chest as the front door opened, revealing Hermione dressed in a flowing blue skirt and light purple singlet top, a black poncho keeping her arms warm. Her long, frizzy brown hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, her fringe tucked behind her ears. Several plastic bags were clamped in her hand, the names of the shops printed boldly across tem. He smiled, recognising some of the names as clothes brands, knowing that Alice must have threatened to do something to her books if she didn't agree to try them on, or to let her pay for them. Hermione turned to face him, the exhaustion in her eyes dissolving in to shock at the candle-lit table behind him. His smile grew and e loved in front of her, taking the bags from her now limp hands and placing them on a coat hook above her head. He took her bag, placing it with her purchased items. He then proceeded to take her hand and led her over to her seat, offering the seat for her. She sat, still in shock as he disappeared into the kitchen only to return with two small plates of fresh salad, pieces of cooked chicken scattered through. He poured the wine into her glass knowing it was one of her favourites.
She looked up at him, a bright smile of appreciation on her face, "What is this for?" She asked.
He bent down to tuck a stray hair out of her eyes, "You'll find out later." He placed two fingers on her lips as she opened them, "Ah, ah; no questions." He removed his fingers and gave her a quick kiss, pulling away sooner than he usually did.
She pouted as he walked over to his seat opposite her, a sneaky grin spilling across his face. She complied with his wishes, however, and began to eat the fresh salad ravenously, having no time today to be allowed to have lunch. Sam watched her for a moment, amusement in his eyes before he began eating.
They made small talk as they let the salad settle, sipping the red wine. Sam collected the plates, creating phantom restraints to prevent Hermione from getting up to help. She glared at him as he disappeared into the kitchen yet it vanished the moment he returned, two bowl of spaghetti carbonara. Despite the salad she bad previously had she dug into the pasta, a wistful look on her face. Sam had to bite his tongue to keep himself from chuckling at her expression, and began to eat his own, tanking the Darkness silently for Daemon's talent in the kitchen.
When the finished Hermione slumped back in her seat, a hand laying on her stomaching, "You are the best cook; I'm not doing the cooking anymore."
"What? There'd be no Hermione Surprise's then." Sam complained, looking outraged by her suggestion.
She glared at him, "You don't like half of tem anyway!"
"I do so!" He protested, smirking despite himself.
Hermione pursed her lips angrily but, thanks to his emotion-reading gift Sam knew she was trying not to laugh. With w insulted huff he stood, taking her bowl and his, poking his tongue out at her on his way to the kitchen, dodging her attempt to hick him.
He quickly cleaned up a bit, knowing that even though he was taking this long would make her impatient. He moved to the fridge, opening it and pulled out two small bowls, one white and the other red and filled with chocolate mousse. He placed one on the bench as he dug into the fridge, pulling out a plate of fresh grapes. He put the plate on the bench, replacing the bowl of mousse back into his hand and walked out, the plate following magically behind him. He placed the red bowl in front of her, the grapes in the middle and sat down. Luckily Sam hadn't made the mousse too rich or too much so they were able to finish it. They both sat back in their seats content, Hermione failing, however, to notice Sam's sudden nerves.
"Oh I found something at the market today I thought you'd find interesting." Sam said, his voice sounding strange to his ears but Hermione didn't notice, learning back with her eyes closed.
He hurried in to their bedroom where he pulled out an antique book that Carlisle had given him, haven't two copies of it and had noticed Hermione's awe and surprise at seeing it in his library. He opened the cover, where he had written in, his neat scrawl that was similar to Edward's. He couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous. Taking a few calming breaths he ran his fingers through his hair and returned to Hermione, who still sat in the same position he had left her in. He smiled warmly and walked up behind her, learning his head on her shoulder, tilting it slightly to kiss her neck softly. She turned to him, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss, smiling when they broke apart, his head resting in the crook of her neck.
He lifted his head slightly, whispering in her ear, "Close your eyes."
She obeyed, a small smile playing on her lips. Certain that she wasn't peeking he brought the book in front of her, sitting it in her hands. Her hands tightened, recognising it as a book and her excitement increased, knowing that Sam had just a good taste in brooks as she did.
"You can open them now." He whispered, feeling her shudder slightly as his breath tickled her sensitive skin.
She opened her eyes, and he watched as they widened comically, her mouth dropping open in shock. Still in shock she dropped the book and Sam's hand darted out at vampire speed, catching it two feet from the ground. He stifled laughter as she yelped, a delayed reaction from the shock.
She turned in her seat to look at him, "I can't accept that. I'm not an idiot; this is the copy from your father's library."
He placed the book back into her unwilling hands, "Your point being? He has another copy that's older than this. He wanted you to have it; he wanted it to e appreciated." He said convincingly.
Her eyes were hesitant but she looked back down at the book, her eyes regaining their excitement. She traced her fingers across the cover lovingly. She looked up at him, "Thank you."
He returned the smile, pleased that it was going better than he had hoped, "I think, from memory, there were some notes on the front pages."
Her fingers traced over the cover once more before pulling the book open. She remained oblivious as her eyes swept slowly over the first page of writing, still not noticing Sam's rising nerves. Too consumed by her new book she failed to notice the black box clenched in Sam's firm grip, even though it was practically under her nose, she continued over to the next page, starting t the top if the page and slowly made her way down. Sam could hear his hear thumping wildly in his chest as she finally read the note in the middle o the page. He studied her face, gauging her reaction; e was too nervous to allow himself to feel her emotions, having enough trouble with his own. She turned her head, to look at him and finally noticed the black box in his hand. Without removing his eyes from her he opened the box to reveal a sparkling silver ring. Crystal bands encircled the ring and on the top sat a small crystal flower, diamonds embedded into it. Sam took the ring from its case and shifted so that he was kneeling to the side o the chair. Hermione, shocked, swung her legs around slightly so the was facing him.
He smiled up at her, "Hermione, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
She stared at him blankly but after a moment her face broke out into a smile. "Of course I will," She squealed, launching herself into his arms. Sam relaxed, pulling back from her with a grin, He took her hand and slid the ring onto her slender finger, When he loved his hand Hermione looked down at the ring or the first time.
"Sam it's beautiful," She breathed, staring at it adoringly.
He smiled, tucking her fringe back gently, "I made it when I was twelve right before I was sent back to Briarwood. Daemon helped of course."
"Thank you." She said, taking his face in her hands, "I love you; so much,"
He leaned forward and kissed herm "I love you too."
He took the book from her lap, placing it on the table, still open but forgotten for the night. Sam's neat writing was the lost noticeable on the page.
Hermione,
Long did I believe I was complete having a family who accepted and loved me. I had no thought of being able to give my love to someone so beautiful and caring. I would gladly take my life for you. I will never take for granted how much you mean to me, how you are my life. Will you accept my hand?
Forever yours, in Darkness or Light,
Sam
A/NWell that's the end of Behind Sapphire Eyes. I hope you all enjoyed it and keep reviewing. The sequel will be up…soon I think. Hopefully it will! Here is the plot;
Sam and Hermione have been happily married for five years when the ministry send Sam, his family and the Cullen's to the one place he swore never to return to; the realms. Everything that Sam had accepted will now unfold as he learns the truth about his sister.
So that's it but I really need help with a name; suggestions are wanted greatly.
So read and review as most authors say!!!!