DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter characters.
A/N: This chapter would be much better if you listen to it along with Stephen Speaks' "Passenger Seat." :)
EPILOGUE
"Harry, I don't like surprises," I warned him, fumbling my way in complete darkness.
"This one you'll like, I guarantee it," he replied, his hands covering my eyes.
"May I remind you the last time someone gave me a surprise, he turned out to be gay?"
Harry laughed low in his throat. I once told him that I liked the way he laughed and he did it more often. "I am eternally grateful to David for being gay. If he weren't then I wouldn't be the luckiest and happiest man in the world."
I smiled at his statement. It's been two weeks since he declared his love for me (to an entire Muggle street at 2 in the morning, no less) and he's hardly away from me ever since. He and Ron were always at my house for dinner as Mum loved cooking for 'her boys' as she calls them. To tell the truth, she's been as fussy and as motherly as Mrs. Weasley, making them get second and third helpings of everything. Dad and Harry are like best friends now. Dad makes it a point to call him 'Son' and Harry revels in it, never having a real father figure before. But it's not like Harry's popped the big question yet.
We stopped somewhere and I groped for Harry's hands. "Where are we?"
"You'll see soon enough," Harry said. I could feel the smile in his voice when he answered me and my heart began to beat rapidly.
"You know I love you, don't you?" he whispered in my ear, kissing the base of my neck.
"You know, questions like those are the reason why I don't like surprises very much," I answered, feeling cold seep through me.
"You have to learn how to trust me, Hermione."
"I do trust you, Harry. If I didn't I wouldn't be here with you now, would I?"
"Ready for your surprise?"
"No, but do I have a choice?" Harry laughed and he removed his hands from my eyes.
It took a little while before the blur went away but as I focused my eyes I gasped at the sight before me. Harry had taken me to the Cannons' Pitch and we were surrounded by a million tiny lights - fireflies or very, very small candles, I couldn't tell but I felt like I was in the middle of a fairy tale. In the middle of the lights was a floating parchment, tied with a white silk ribbon. I walked toward it and pulled at the ribbon. Once free, the parchment unrolled itself and revealed two words: Say yes.
At the next moment, Harry appeared again beside me and had knelt on the grass. From the pocket of his robes, he pulled out a familiar velvet box and it was all I could do to keep myself from crying.
"Hermione," he said softly, opening the box and revealing the Ring of True Love - the ring we had bought together in Hogsmeade four years ago. "I believe this is yours."
Tears fell down my face as Harry slipped the ring on my finger and kissed my hand. "I once gave it to the wrong girl because I was blind not to see the woman of my dreams right beside me. But I'm not wrong now. You're the woman of my dreams, Hermione Granger. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life growing old with." He paused as he looked up at me and smiled. "Will you marry me?"
I smiled, my tears falling freely now. "Do you even have to ask? Yes, YES! I do! And it would be my honor to spend the rest of my life with you."
Harry got to his feet and enveloped me in his arms. "Could I just hold you for the rest of my life?" he asked, burying his face in my hair.
"You already are."
A/N: This chapter would be much better if you listen to it along with Stephen Speaks' "Passenger Seat." :)
EPILOGUE
"Harry, I don't like surprises," I warned him, fumbling my way in complete darkness.
"This one you'll like, I guarantee it," he replied, his hands covering my eyes.
"May I remind you the last time someone gave me a surprise, he turned out to be gay?"
Harry laughed low in his throat. I once told him that I liked the way he laughed and he did it more often. "I am eternally grateful to David for being gay. If he weren't then I wouldn't be the luckiest and happiest man in the world."
I smiled at his statement. It's been two weeks since he declared his love for me (to an entire Muggle street at 2 in the morning, no less) and he's hardly away from me ever since. He and Ron were always at my house for dinner as Mum loved cooking for 'her boys' as she calls them. To tell the truth, she's been as fussy and as motherly as Mrs. Weasley, making them get second and third helpings of everything. Dad and Harry are like best friends now. Dad makes it a point to call him 'Son' and Harry revels in it, never having a real father figure before. But it's not like Harry's popped the big question yet.
We stopped somewhere and I groped for Harry's hands. "Where are we?"
"You'll see soon enough," Harry said. I could feel the smile in his voice when he answered me and my heart began to beat rapidly.
"You know I love you, don't you?" he whispered in my ear, kissing the base of my neck.
"You know, questions like those are the reason why I don't like surprises very much," I answered, feeling cold seep through me.
"You have to learn how to trust me, Hermione."
"I do trust you, Harry. If I didn't I wouldn't be here with you now, would I?"
"Ready for your surprise?"
"No, but do I have a choice?" Harry laughed and he removed his hands from my eyes.
It took a little while before the blur went away but as I focused my eyes I gasped at the sight before me. Harry had taken me to the Cannons' Pitch and we were surrounded by a million tiny lights - fireflies or very, very small candles, I couldn't tell but I felt like I was in the middle of a fairy tale. In the middle of the lights was a floating parchment, tied with a white silk ribbon. I walked toward it and pulled at the ribbon. Once free, the parchment unrolled itself and revealed two words: Say yes.
At the next moment, Harry appeared again beside me and had knelt on the grass. From the pocket of his robes, he pulled out a familiar velvet box and it was all I could do to keep myself from crying.
"Hermione," he said softly, opening the box and revealing the Ring of True Love - the ring we had bought together in Hogsmeade four years ago. "I believe this is yours."
Tears fell down my face as Harry slipped the ring on my finger and kissed my hand. "I once gave it to the wrong girl because I was blind not to see the woman of my dreams right beside me. But I'm not wrong now. You're the woman of my dreams, Hermione Granger. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life growing old with." He paused as he looked up at me and smiled. "Will you marry me?"
I smiled, my tears falling freely now. "Do you even have to ask? Yes, YES! I do! And it would be my honor to spend the rest of my life with you."
Harry got to his feet and enveloped me in his arms. "Could I just hold you for the rest of my life?" he asked, burying his face in my hair.
"You already are."