Previous Chappie:
"Erm…" Ron stopped at the awkward moment. "Hermione, I've been wanting to ask you for over a year…"
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He paused for dramatic effect. "What did you get on your N.E.W.T.S? You never did tell me…"
Hermione's face fell; she thought he was going to ask something else. She opened her mouth to tell him, but he put a hand over it.
"Just kidding," toyed Ron. He suddenly became serious. "Will you marry me?"
Hermione stood outside, dumbfounded. Ron was asking him to marry her? In front of their favorite bar? Something Ron would do…
"Yes, Ron, I…I think I love you." (A/N: had to put that. Have that stupid song in my head, "I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of…" blah blah blah. Sry for the lameness, I just want to end this story.)
Ron took her hand, twirled her around, and kissed her, not realizing what was going on inside the tavern.
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Pre Ch:
He stopped abruptly, as Jasmine was silently crying. Clumsily, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a ring; with the biggest diamond Harry had ever seen in it.
"Harry—I'm…I'm engaged."
Harry thought his ears were malfunctioning. "Excuse me? I thought I just heard you say you were engaged."
She nodded slowly.
Harry turned pale. "But you…you and the guy who just left?! Miz Meyers told me she's seen you with 332 guys…you have a new one every day…"
"Yes, well, my fiancé is a muggle, and I don't really love him, he just forced me into it…I don't really want to talk about that. But Harry, You know I love you! You remember the name of the bond we share."
"Yes. Nonpareil Deify."
"Well, then…" she stopped. "Oh, Harry, I really love you, I will always remember how it felt to be in your arms…"
"Well," said Harry slowly, "Sometimes, people need reminding."
He hugged her, but she kissed him. Like there was no tomorrow.
"Please," she whispered between breaths, "let me marry you."
Harry made an even bigger diamond appear out of midair, but it was not a regular diamond ring. The whole thing was made of diamonds, including the band, which was a big, long one. It sparkled, even though there was no sunlight.
"Ha-Harry! It's beautiful!" Jasmine exclaimed, as she slid it on her finger. "It fits perfectly!"
"I know," said Harry, smugly.
She kissed him again, but he pulled away.
"What about your fiancé?" he asked.
"Harry…you're my fiancé."
"No, the muggle one."
Jasmine froze. "Oh, yeah, him. Er, Harry, would you mind coming with me to talk to him?"
Before she finished her sentence, Harry was gone.
He apparated into a huge apartment in America. Outside was a big city, with lots of cars and lights. He saw on a big sign: "NYC, the city that never sleeps"
Hm, thought Harry, I guess that's where I am, then.
Harry turned around as he heard a person behind him. He turned around. The muggle was holing a gun pointed straight at Harry's chest.
"Who are you," the muggle spat, his voice wavering because of fear.
"You don't need to know. All I need to know is if you're engaged to Jasmine Fria, and I'm guessing you are, because there's her picture," said Harry, pointing to the coffee table that held a large picture of Jasmine.
Harry pulled out his wand.
"OH! YOU'RE ONE OF HER KIND!"
The muggle picked up a telephone, but before he could dial a number, he went rigid with a spell that hit him, and flew back against the wall.
"Hello?" asked the muggle, "Who am I? Where am I? Who are you? Wow, look at all the pretty colors," he pointed to the window. "Ooh, what's this?" inquired the muggle, looking at the disconnected telephone.
Figuring that his Memory Charm worked, Harry disapparated back to the bar.
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A/N: This story really is very stupid, but I had a dream about it, and then I dreamt I wrote it in fanfic, so la de da. Pleez review, even if it's to tell me how stupid it is.
I'm adding an epilogue, and then its gonna be finished.