Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling except for my plot.
Chapter 1: Cake and Pens
"Harry James Potter!!! Give ME my purse!!!!"
"Hermione Elizabeth Granger! …….. No."
To torment her, Harry slowly began to unzip the designer purse Hermione clung to at all times. Hermione immediately attempted to grab her bag but,
something caught Harry's eye. Before she could stop him he pulled out something long and slender and looked at it quizzically. Quickly, Hermione snatched the
object out of Harry's hand while exclaiming "It's a pen!!!"
Harry watched worriedly as Hermione went on about "pens" being shown in public. "…..just waving them around right in the open! Just waving pens!
Honestly!" Hermione said while flourishing the "pen" around and then shoving it back in her purse.
"Mione, are you….. Stressed about something?" asked Harry giving her an unsure look.
"Maybe just a little," said Hermione with a sigh. "It's just something at the Ministry but, let's not talk about that. Oh, look, here's our food!"
Still slightly skeptical, Harry turned to his food and began to eat. They enjoyed a delicious dinner and were about to look over the dessert menu when Harry
suddenly remembered something he had to do.
"I'll be right back, love," Harry said with a smile. He stood, kissed Hermione's cheek, and headed toward the bathroom.
Harry walked into the bathroom and looked around for his best friend. "Ron!" Harry called. No answer. "Ron, where are you?" Harry asked into the empty
bathroom, not hearing the tiny pop as he called his friend's name again. "RON!!!!"
"What!?" Ron exclaimed walking out of a nearby stall.
"Bloody hell, Ron, where have you been?" Harry asked jokingly.
"It was my turn to do the dishes," Ron mumbled as a scowl crept over his face. "Lavender wouldn't let me off this time."
"Well, you're here now, that's the important part." Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a black box which held a ring. "Okay, you know what to
do," Harry said as he handed Ron the velvet ring holder.
With one last grin and a nod, Ron disappeared. Harry walked out of the bathroom, the door swinging lightly closed behind him.
When Harry sat back down he noticed a plate with a large piece of hot fudge cake sitting on it. "The waitress brought this while you were gone. I didn't
have the heart to eat it without you," Hermione told him with a smile.
Harry picked up his spoon and scooped up a piece of cake. Hermione looked at Harry suspiciously as he held it to her mouth. Harry gave her an innocent
pout and she gave in.
"Mmmm," she murmured.
"You like?" Harry asked.
"I like," Hermione answered. She snatched the spoon out of Harry's hand, not bothering to use her own, and scooped up a piece of cake and held it to
Harry's mouth. When Harry refused, she gave him a hard stare and he immediately ate the cake. They both laughed and Harry smiled, moving closer to Hermione.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear. Hermione looked into his eyes and saw the sparkle she knew so well.
"And I love you," she whispered back.
Harry kissed her softly on the lips and the two turned back to their dessert. When they had finished, Harry paid the bill, left the tip, and the two walked
hand-in-hand out of the restaurant.