Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: I've finally started a Maraduers Fic, I've been trying to forever. Don't worry, this story will not be forgotten. I'll update at least once a week, twice or more more likely. Please review! -Cole
For Luna's birthday, which happened to fall on a Wednesday that year, Harry sent her a basket of ever-live daisies and ward necklace. A ward necklace is a device that tells its make how its wearer is feeling and if its wearer is in any type of trouble, either physical or emotional. Harry had braided the necklace by hand, using Luna's favorite colors, silver, blue, black, and white. He charmed two amethysts onto both sides and a mood stone in the center. Luna loved it so much, and wore it to her dying day.
That night, after Harry got home around nine o' clock, the two of them went out to dinner at a nice muggle restaurant located across from Potters' Park. It was a French restaurant recommended to Luna by Fleur, who she was becoming increasingly close to, especially after finding out that Fleur and her both shared some Veela lineage. The night had been very enjoyable, and Luna vowed to remember it until the end of time.
And now it was June second, and Hermione was graduating from the Healers' Academy. Harry, Luna, Pansy, Ron, Draco, Keira, and a bunch of other friends had come to congratulate her. The graduation ceremony was over, and everyone was having refreshments when Pansy realized that Hermione was no longer with them. She grabbed Luna's hand and led her away from the crowd. Luna gave Pansy an odd look to which Pansy exclaimed, "Hermione's not here, I wonder where she is?"
Luna, who had a habit of thinking up the worst possible scenario, quickly thought of where Hermione might be. She set Daisy, whom she had been carrying around, down and told her to go and look for the bushy-haired ex-Gryffindor. Daisy did as she was told, and, being part Kneazle like Crookshanks, led them to Hermione. They found her sitting on a rock throwing pebbles aimlessly into the silver pond. She was just about to throw another one when Pansy called out her name.
"Oi, Granger," Pansy called. Hermione stopped in mid-throw and looked at her Slytherin friend.
"Hello Pansy," Hermione whispered as if trying to keep the serene silence around them.
"Why are you out here Hermione?" Luna asked, wonder evident in her voice.
"I just...came out here to think 'tis all," Hermione replied as the wind blew her brown hair into her eyes. She angrily brushed it away.
"About what?" Pansy prodded, sitting down on a stone next to her.
"It's just...well my parents always wanted to see me graduate, and now that I finally have, it just seems wrong to finally graduate and not be able to share the day with them," Hermione explained. Pansy nodded knowingly, as did Luna."It's like last year," Luna stated, "I finally graduate Hogwarts and my mum isn't there to see it. She would always tell me stories about her Hogwarts' days and her and Harry's mum and all of their friends. And she didn't even see my acceptance letter."
"Or like fifth year. I get a close to perfect score on my OWLs and no one cares. Personally, I'd rather know that someone would have cared than have no one care at all," Pansy decided.
"I cared," a male voice, Draco, argued. He, Harry, Ron, Keira, and Dean had all followed after Luna and Pansy. Pansy smiled as Draco enveloped her in a hug.
"I know, but it's not like you could have celebrated with me, it was against family etiquette," Pansy countered, settling herself in her boyfriend's arms.
Draco kissed the top of her head, "Not anymore," he said.
A month later, Harry and Luna were at Hogsmeade, in the Three Broom Sticks. Rosemerta was sitting at the chair across from them, drinking a witchshake and chatting with Luna about the astrological sequence that month. Harry was staring aimlessly out the window; astrology had never been his strong point, when he saw Ron and Hermione. Hermione was standing on one of the rocks near the Shrieking Shack while Ron was down on one knee. Harry gaped and did a double-take.
"He...Luna...Ron...he's proposing," Harry sputtered out before getting up and placing a concealment charm on his body. Once he was camouflaged, he ran out of the restaurant and up towards the rocks, this would be interesting.
Luna, who had followed him, was now standing next to him on a rock. "Why is he proposing here?" Luna asked as they watched the scene.
"I don't know," Harry admitted, trying to hear his best friends' conversation.
"Hermione," Ron said, smiling, as he held out the box, "I love you, I've loved you for what seems like an eternity, this is the spot where I realized I loved you, and it was at this spot, while we were on our first Hogsmeade visit, that my eyes were opened to your beauty. I...Hermione, I want to make my life with you, I want to make my dreams a reality. Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?"
Harry smiled as tears formed in his eyes. His two best friends were finally going to be happy. Luna squeezed his hand as they watched Hermione smile and nod her head.
"Yes, yes of course, Ron, I would love to be your wife," Hermione exclaimed. Ron placed the ring on her finger. It was gold with small diamonds, but Harry didn't find that out until later. Then Hermione helped him up and they shared a kiss before linking arms.
An hour later, Harry and Luna bumped into the other parts of the Golden Trio yet again, both feigning surprise.
"Hermione, it's beautiful, Ron, I'm so happy for you guys," Luna said, smiling. She enveloped Hermione in a hug which the brunette returned happily. Harry clapped Ron on the back and congratulated him.
Finally, life was going to be nice to Harry and his friends, at least, nicer than what it used to be.
