It was six o'clock. A small red car drove up into the driveway of 1345
Crescent Road, London, England. The engine shut off and a tall you man with
stubbornly untidy jet black hair and emerald green eyes stepped out of the
car.
He was dressed casually, wearing jeans and a red and gold shirt. The man walked up to the front door of the small house and rang the doorbell. The sound of it chimed inside the house, catching the attention of its single occupant.
Hermione Granger rushed to the door and pulled it open. A smile spread across her face and lit up her eyes as she saw who it was.
Harry Potter found himself smiling back at Hermione. Her beauty simply overtook him.
Hermione had not done anything drastic. She was wearing simple white corduroy pants and a simple pinkish shirt. She had pulled her long brown hair back into a half-ponytail, so that some hair hung down under it.
Despite doing hardly anything, she looked beautiful. And Harry made it quite clear to her.
Before all words failed him, he pulled a small box out of his pocket and said, "I bought this for you. I thought it was beautiful, but it's absolutely nothing compared to you." Hermione's cheeks turned a bright red, and she smiled.
She took the box from Harry and opened it. Inside lay a beautiful diamond necklace. It was nothing like the kind Draco Malfoy had provided the girls during their stay at his mansion, but to Hermione, that necklace, in its simplicity, was so much more than any of the others.
"Thank you," she said, "It's. . . beautiful. I love it."
Harry felt his insides do a back flip. She likes it! he thought joyfully.
"I mean, I know it's nothing like the necklaces Malfoy gave you on the show and all, but I thought you'd like it," he joked. Hermione grinned in reply, though somewhere she felt a pang at the mention of Draco.
"Of course, I do, Harry, I think it's much better!"
"Good," he murmured. He led her over to the car and opened the door for her before getting in on the other side.
"So, anyplace you'd like to go, Hermione?"
"Oh, I don't really care. There's a cafe that I heard of, not to far from here. . . ."
The couple drove to the café Hermione had mentioned, and ate a nice dinner, before going for a stroll in the park. They held hands, and talked, and had a great time.
Hermione was enjoying every moment, but something just didn't feel right. Something was out of place. She knew what was wrong, but would not admit to it, and she pushed these feelings to the back of her mind.
Draco Malfoy was not the one for her. She would not give in.
Around eight o'clock, Harry drove Hermione back to her house and walked her to the door.
"I had a great time, Harry, I really did. Thanks a lot. For dinner, for the date, for the necklace. . . for everything. It means a lot to me," she said quietly.
Harry smiled and whispered, "No, thank you," and leaned in and kissed her. Hermione felt as if everything was going to be ok, and everything would be alright as Harry Potter kissed her, but that tiny voice inside her head spoke up and made itself known.
She pulled away from him. "I'm sorry," she muttered.
"No, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have done that, you weren't ready. . ." he frowned. "Good night, Mione. If you ever need anything, just let me know."
He walked back down the path to his car, waved one last time, and drove off. Hermione just stood on the porch, hugging the pillar.
~*~
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to a year, and still Harry Potter and Hermione Granger continued going out together, despite their rocky ending to the first date. For Harry, it was a relationship, a true relationship. For Hermione, it was more like a relief.
When she was out with Harry, she could forget about Draco. Draco still always nagged at her thoughts, always a shadow in her mind. He never left. When Harry kissed her (eventually she gave in and let him. The sensation it gave her, the feeling of well being, was something that she needed, and loved.) she pushed the little voice aside, and let herself be taken over, surrendering herself to the man with the emerald green eyes.
She could lose herself in his eyes. Hermione could read every feeling in them, and she always saw love, and trust. Harry always brought a smile to her. He could always make her laugh.
But still something was missing. Harry Potter, though, felt as if everything was perfect. He loved Hermione. He wanted to do everything for her, just so she was safe, and happy, and so he could see her smile at least one more time.
He was entranced by her smile, the way it spread to her eyes, lighting up her whole face.
Harry walked over to the phone in his living room. Despite being a wizard, he still used a telephone. He didn't know why. He just did.
He dialed Hermione's number. She had to have a telephone so her parents could contact her. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but on the fourth ring someone picked up the receiver and a voice said, "Hello?"
"Hey, Hermione. What's up?"
"Nothing much. How about you?"
"Same," he replied, "Hey, do you have any plans tonight?"
Hermione smiled and said, "No, why?"
"Aww, c'mon, I know you know what I'm going to ask you," he teased.
"Well, come on and ask me so I won't die of suspense!" she joked back.
"Do you want to go out tonight?"
"Are you kidding? When would I NOT want to spend time with you!" she laughed.
"Great! I'll come pick you up later, then? Around 7:00?"
"Yeah, seven's great. I'll see you then!"
"And Mione?"
"Yes?"
"Dress your best. Well, you always dress your best, but you know what I mean."
She laughed again. "Sure. I'll see you!" The line went dead.
Phase one was over. Harry sighed in relief. Tonight was going to be one to remember.
~*~
It was seven o'clock. A small red car drove up into the driveway of 1345 Crescent Road, London, England. Harry Potter walked up the front walkway and rang the doorbell, butterflies fluttering around inside him.
He wore a black tux that went well with his hair. His emerald eyes stood out boldly against the black. The door opened, revealing Hermione. She donned a beautiful cream dress with a shimmering scarf draped around her arms.
Her face sparkled and her hair settled on her shoulders.
Harry took Hermione's hand and kissed it before saying, "You look absolutely stunning, Hermione."
She blushed and said, "I look stunning? No, Harry, it is you who look wonderful." Harry's face turned a deep shade of red.
"Now, now, enough of that!" He took her arm in his and led her to his car.
After driving for about twenty minutes, Harry said, "We're here," and helped her out of the car.
"Close your eyes," he whispered into her ear. They walked along, Harry leading, Hermione following with her eyes shut.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see," was all he said.
They walked a little further before Harry whispered again, "Open your eyes."
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw took her by surprise. They were in a garden, with a few tables set by a large stone fountain. Flowers and roses and tall green trees were planted all around.
He pulled out a chair. "Your seat," he motioned to the chair. She sat down in the chair and Harry handed her a menu.
"Your menu," he grinned.
He sat down opposite her. "So, what'll it be for your drink? Wine? Tea? Water?"
"I think I'll just have a glass of iced tea," she said.
"As you wish," he said happily. A small house elf came bustling out and bowed down to the ground.
"For you, Miss, you would like Iced Tea? And Mr. Potter? Would you like. . ."
"Iced tea as well," he finished for the elf.
"Yes, sir, right away sir!" she squeaked and bustled away.
Seeing Hermione's curious looks, he stated, "She's paid. And she gets sick days and vacations." Hermione's look relaxed.
"Anything you see that you like?" he motioned to the menu.
"Besides you?" she joked, causing Harry to blush again. They ordered their dinner, chatting lightly. After which, they ordered dessert, a rich chocolate cake. Finally, it was time for Harry to do what he had been planning to do all night.
"Will you come with me?" he asked Hermione. She accepted his hand and followed him to an enclosed grove of trees.
Harry knelt down on one knee, pulling from his pocket a small black box. Hermione's heart was racing, as was Harry's. They both knew what was happening. And it sort of scared them both, in a way.
"Hermione, we've been through some great times, as well as bad. Like that day in the train station, when you came back, worn down and brokenhearted. But that was a year ago now. Our first date wasn't exactly as good as it could have been, but it was still great.
"This past year has been bliss for me, just because I got to see your beautiful smile so much. Which is why I ask:
"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" Hermione drew in her breath.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alright. I've just written out my death sentence, eh? Hahaha. Ok, the chap is short, but it got the point across. Will Hermione accept, and become Hermione Potter? Or are her feelings for Draco still too strong? Why on earth am I torturing you all like this?! I know you probably want answers to these, questions, but you'll have to wait!! Ha! Ok, next chap will be a very action-ey chapter. Those who like violence will enjoy it!
BTW- I put this chap out as a Thanksgiving present to anyone and everyone. sort of. lol
My other fic, Who Wants to Marry My Dad? Will be officially started after I finish this one, so I hope after this you'll all check it out! I'm focusing mainly on this story. The end is in sight! I think. lol.
R&R!!! I'll update soon, hopefully!
He was dressed casually, wearing jeans and a red and gold shirt. The man walked up to the front door of the small house and rang the doorbell. The sound of it chimed inside the house, catching the attention of its single occupant.
Hermione Granger rushed to the door and pulled it open. A smile spread across her face and lit up her eyes as she saw who it was.
Harry Potter found himself smiling back at Hermione. Her beauty simply overtook him.
Hermione had not done anything drastic. She was wearing simple white corduroy pants and a simple pinkish shirt. She had pulled her long brown hair back into a half-ponytail, so that some hair hung down under it.
Despite doing hardly anything, she looked beautiful. And Harry made it quite clear to her.
Before all words failed him, he pulled a small box out of his pocket and said, "I bought this for you. I thought it was beautiful, but it's absolutely nothing compared to you." Hermione's cheeks turned a bright red, and she smiled.
She took the box from Harry and opened it. Inside lay a beautiful diamond necklace. It was nothing like the kind Draco Malfoy had provided the girls during their stay at his mansion, but to Hermione, that necklace, in its simplicity, was so much more than any of the others.
"Thank you," she said, "It's. . . beautiful. I love it."
Harry felt his insides do a back flip. She likes it! he thought joyfully.
"I mean, I know it's nothing like the necklaces Malfoy gave you on the show and all, but I thought you'd like it," he joked. Hermione grinned in reply, though somewhere she felt a pang at the mention of Draco.
"Of course, I do, Harry, I think it's much better!"
"Good," he murmured. He led her over to the car and opened the door for her before getting in on the other side.
"So, anyplace you'd like to go, Hermione?"
"Oh, I don't really care. There's a cafe that I heard of, not to far from here. . . ."
The couple drove to the café Hermione had mentioned, and ate a nice dinner, before going for a stroll in the park. They held hands, and talked, and had a great time.
Hermione was enjoying every moment, but something just didn't feel right. Something was out of place. She knew what was wrong, but would not admit to it, and she pushed these feelings to the back of her mind.
Draco Malfoy was not the one for her. She would not give in.
Around eight o'clock, Harry drove Hermione back to her house and walked her to the door.
"I had a great time, Harry, I really did. Thanks a lot. For dinner, for the date, for the necklace. . . for everything. It means a lot to me," she said quietly.
Harry smiled and whispered, "No, thank you," and leaned in and kissed her. Hermione felt as if everything was going to be ok, and everything would be alright as Harry Potter kissed her, but that tiny voice inside her head spoke up and made itself known.
She pulled away from him. "I'm sorry," she muttered.
"No, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have done that, you weren't ready. . ." he frowned. "Good night, Mione. If you ever need anything, just let me know."
He walked back down the path to his car, waved one last time, and drove off. Hermione just stood on the porch, hugging the pillar.
~*~
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to a year, and still Harry Potter and Hermione Granger continued going out together, despite their rocky ending to the first date. For Harry, it was a relationship, a true relationship. For Hermione, it was more like a relief.
When she was out with Harry, she could forget about Draco. Draco still always nagged at her thoughts, always a shadow in her mind. He never left. When Harry kissed her (eventually she gave in and let him. The sensation it gave her, the feeling of well being, was something that she needed, and loved.) she pushed the little voice aside, and let herself be taken over, surrendering herself to the man with the emerald green eyes.
She could lose herself in his eyes. Hermione could read every feeling in them, and she always saw love, and trust. Harry always brought a smile to her. He could always make her laugh.
But still something was missing. Harry Potter, though, felt as if everything was perfect. He loved Hermione. He wanted to do everything for her, just so she was safe, and happy, and so he could see her smile at least one more time.
He was entranced by her smile, the way it spread to her eyes, lighting up her whole face.
Harry walked over to the phone in his living room. Despite being a wizard, he still used a telephone. He didn't know why. He just did.
He dialed Hermione's number. She had to have a telephone so her parents could contact her. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but on the fourth ring someone picked up the receiver and a voice said, "Hello?"
"Hey, Hermione. What's up?"
"Nothing much. How about you?"
"Same," he replied, "Hey, do you have any plans tonight?"
Hermione smiled and said, "No, why?"
"Aww, c'mon, I know you know what I'm going to ask you," he teased.
"Well, come on and ask me so I won't die of suspense!" she joked back.
"Do you want to go out tonight?"
"Are you kidding? When would I NOT want to spend time with you!" she laughed.
"Great! I'll come pick you up later, then? Around 7:00?"
"Yeah, seven's great. I'll see you then!"
"And Mione?"
"Yes?"
"Dress your best. Well, you always dress your best, but you know what I mean."
She laughed again. "Sure. I'll see you!" The line went dead.
Phase one was over. Harry sighed in relief. Tonight was going to be one to remember.
~*~
It was seven o'clock. A small red car drove up into the driveway of 1345 Crescent Road, London, England. Harry Potter walked up the front walkway and rang the doorbell, butterflies fluttering around inside him.
He wore a black tux that went well with his hair. His emerald eyes stood out boldly against the black. The door opened, revealing Hermione. She donned a beautiful cream dress with a shimmering scarf draped around her arms.
Her face sparkled and her hair settled on her shoulders.
Harry took Hermione's hand and kissed it before saying, "You look absolutely stunning, Hermione."
She blushed and said, "I look stunning? No, Harry, it is you who look wonderful." Harry's face turned a deep shade of red.
"Now, now, enough of that!" He took her arm in his and led her to his car.
After driving for about twenty minutes, Harry said, "We're here," and helped her out of the car.
"Close your eyes," he whispered into her ear. They walked along, Harry leading, Hermione following with her eyes shut.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see," was all he said.
They walked a little further before Harry whispered again, "Open your eyes."
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw took her by surprise. They were in a garden, with a few tables set by a large stone fountain. Flowers and roses and tall green trees were planted all around.
He pulled out a chair. "Your seat," he motioned to the chair. She sat down in the chair and Harry handed her a menu.
"Your menu," he grinned.
He sat down opposite her. "So, what'll it be for your drink? Wine? Tea? Water?"
"I think I'll just have a glass of iced tea," she said.
"As you wish," he said happily. A small house elf came bustling out and bowed down to the ground.
"For you, Miss, you would like Iced Tea? And Mr. Potter? Would you like. . ."
"Iced tea as well," he finished for the elf.
"Yes, sir, right away sir!" she squeaked and bustled away.
Seeing Hermione's curious looks, he stated, "She's paid. And she gets sick days and vacations." Hermione's look relaxed.
"Anything you see that you like?" he motioned to the menu.
"Besides you?" she joked, causing Harry to blush again. They ordered their dinner, chatting lightly. After which, they ordered dessert, a rich chocolate cake. Finally, it was time for Harry to do what he had been planning to do all night.
"Will you come with me?" he asked Hermione. She accepted his hand and followed him to an enclosed grove of trees.
Harry knelt down on one knee, pulling from his pocket a small black box. Hermione's heart was racing, as was Harry's. They both knew what was happening. And it sort of scared them both, in a way.
"Hermione, we've been through some great times, as well as bad. Like that day in the train station, when you came back, worn down and brokenhearted. But that was a year ago now. Our first date wasn't exactly as good as it could have been, but it was still great.
"This past year has been bliss for me, just because I got to see your beautiful smile so much. Which is why I ask:
"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" Hermione drew in her breath.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alright. I've just written out my death sentence, eh? Hahaha. Ok, the chap is short, but it got the point across. Will Hermione accept, and become Hermione Potter? Or are her feelings for Draco still too strong? Why on earth am I torturing you all like this?! I know you probably want answers to these, questions, but you'll have to wait!! Ha! Ok, next chap will be a very action-ey chapter. Those who like violence will enjoy it!
BTW- I put this chap out as a Thanksgiving present to anyone and everyone. sort of. lol
My other fic, Who Wants to Marry My Dad? Will be officially started after I finish this one, so I hope after this you'll all check it out! I'm focusing mainly on this story. The end is in sight! I think. lol.
R&R!!! I'll update soon, hopefully!