A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt challenge: 320 Pairing – Alice/Frank

Writing Club November

Amber's Attic: 29 - (genre) Romance/ fluff

Scamander's Case: Unicorn - (color) gold

Film Festival: 4 - (occupation) Healer

Lyric Alley: 20 - My poor heart will only surrender

Word Count: 439

Alice hadn't been expecting it, not that night. The sky was overcast and the stars were nowhere to be seen. The whole evening had been nothing short of a disaster. The kitchen had caught fire, although she still wasn't quite sure how, and Frank had burned his hand.

"It's not as bad as it looks," he lied. She shook her head and gently removed the towel he'd wrapped around it.

"It is," she answered. "I should probably make you go to St. Mungo's just in case, but I know you won't."

"My Mother..."

"Would see it as a sign of weakness that you got burned trying to cook using a Muggle stove?"

"Yes, why do you even have that death appliance in your flat, Alice?"

"Because Lily bought it when she moved in. She didn't take it with her though... so now it's mine apparently. I've learned to make a few things using it. Now, hold still while I try to heal your hand. It won't be as good as a professional."

"Alice, darling, you are a professional healer."

"Not yet, Frank. I've got one more interview and hopefully after that I'll at least get an apprenticeship, but there's not guarentee!" Alice exclaimed waving her hand over Frank's burned hand. The skin healed slowly but soon was no longer red or blistered.

"That's perfect."

"It's still a bit pink, Frank. I'm sorry."

"No, don't be," he whispered wrapping his arms around her. "It doesn't hurt anymore and you're going to get that apprenticeship, you're going to be an amazing healer, Alice."

"You really think so, Frank?"

"Yes! I do, Alice, and I," Frank paused for a second, "would love it if you'd become my wife." Alice stared at him for a moment.

"Is that a proposal?"

"Yes, yes it is. Alice, will you marry me?" Frank asked pulling a small box from his pocket. He popped it open revealing a gold ring with a large ruby in the center.

"You're mum's?" she asked looking at the ring.

"Yours if you say 'yes'."

"Yes! How could I ever say no to you, Frank, of course I'll marry you," Alice stated. "Is that what this was all about, you burning your hand, you trying to cook me dinner?"

"Yes, I wanted to do something special for you, Alice," Frank admitted. Alice nodded.

"Every day with you is special Frank, you don't need to maim yourself to impress me, I love you exactly how you are."

"And I love you too, Alice, exactly as you are," Frank agreed pulling Alice into a passionate kiss as he slid the ring on her finger.