This chapter is kinda short, it's a bit of a filler between the last chapter and the next..
Everything is still Jo Rowlings...
When they finally broke apart he rested his forehead on hers. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, preparing to tell her how he felt then open his eyes to see her startling green ones looking back at him.
"I love you so much. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" He whispered softly and he opened his eyes. But rather than seeing the perfect green eyes he imagined he saw a pair of harsh blue ones, Clare's. She smiled in a sickly sweet fashion at him.
"Oh I've been waiting so long to hear you say that! Yes, of course!" She cooed and kissed him again. Then she leapt up from his lap and called out to everyone within hearing distance.
"I'd just like to tell you all that I, Clare Reimont, and Harry Potter are engaged!" She exclaimed. Photographers and reporters rushed over to her as she went back to the booth they had been sat in. As they bombarded her with questions Harry sat there staring at the flame from the candle. How could I let this happen, how could I be fooled like this, he thought as he placed his head in his hands. He faintly heard people congratulating him and Clare kissing him on the top of his head.
"I need to get home.." He muttered to himself. He went to stand up and saw everyone looking at him. He couldn't leave; he was surrounded, about to be attacked from all sides. He was trapped. The only way to get out was to answer their questions, he knew this. So he plastered a fake smile on his face and turned to the reporters as Clare shifted herself closer to him. Over the course of the next hour he answered a continual flow of questions.
He only escaped when he said he had to see Ron about Quidditch try-outs, or something like that. He didn't even know what he was saying; the blood was pounding in his ears. He stood up and without even a backward glance at Clare he pushed his way through the crowds and out of the restaurant. He walked, as quickly as he could get away with, to the fireplaces and flooed quickly to the apartment he and Ron shared. As soon as he stepped out of the fireplace he knew this had been a bad idea. There, sat on the sofa, crying in Ron's arms was her, the woman he thought he'd been kissing.
"She always coming running back to me, you should know that by now!" Ron growled fiercely.
"It's not what it looked like Ron, honestly." Harry protested uselessly.
"Not what it looked like? You kiss her, and now the WWN says you two are engaged. You were on a date with another person! Harry how could you!" Ron said as he clenched his fists. Harry could see Ron was resisting the temptation to punch him.
"I can't take this right now. I'm going to bed. Maybe we can talk when you're willing to hear my side of the story!" Harry said angrily and stormed off to his bedroom. He threw himself straight onto his bed, letting a single teardrop fall before he fell into a fitful sleep.