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The way Its meant to be
Chapter 1
"Oh, jeez. What the hell am I gonna wear?" Harry Potter was frantically running around his flat, worrying about his date with Hermione. Its been 10 years since they'd graduated from Hogwarts, and 6 years since the death of Voldemort. Over the course of one year, Harry and Hermione had discovered that they liked each other. In fact, tonight was the night Harry was going to propose marriage.
Harry's roommate and best friend, Ron Weasley, was watching him amusedly. He was the only person Harry told about the engaging night. "Mate, you gotta get dressed. You've got 10 minutes till you have to meet Mione." Although happy for Harry, he couldn't help but be completely envious. He'd secretly liked Hermione since third year. His sister, Ginny, was the only one not oblivious enough to figure it out.
"Oh damn, Ron, you're right. I gotta get going." With that, he grabbed his new blue dress robes, and grabbed the ring box. Harry ran into the bathroom, changed at light speed, and was apparating to the fancy restaurant he was meeting Hermione at, the Wand Whisper.
Upon arrival, he noticed that Hermione was absent. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Harry sat down at a table. 5 minutes later, at exactly 6:00, Hermione walked in, tonight wearing pink robes. She looked around until she saw Harry, and walked over to his table, smiling. Harry leapt up, and pulled Hermione's chair out for her. They made small talk with each other, ordered, and ate. Harry and Hermione shared a Key lime pie afterwards, and a nervous Harry had reached the point to which he knew he had to act. He got up, walked over to Hermione, and knelt down to one knee, and-
"Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor of letting me take your hand in marriage?"
Hermione was teary-eyed. "Harry, as much as I like you, I cant accept."
Harry was shattered. Now he had tears in his eyes. "But, why?"
"Harry, I really want to be your friend, but I think we should see other people. I was going to come here tonight to break up with you. I really like this other guy, you know…"
Harry stood back up. He at least had the right to know who this guy was, right? "Who is this oth-other guy?" He asked shakily.
"Uh, you see.. Its.. Its Ron."