Author's Note: Ah… forgiveness… and what's this?
"Harry," Ron whispered, "do you think asking her now is a really good idea?" Harry rolled his eyes and said, "It was yours, dumb butt." Ron looked at him in mock offense. "Well, I'm getting to have second thoughts," he replied. "I'm serious, you could be making the biggest mistake of your life."
Harry just looked at him and said, "I can't be."
"Harry!" Cho said, when Harry, Ron and Hermione finally arrived at her flat. "Hey, Cho," he replied. She had on a blue, ankle-length dress, white, strapped sandals, and a pair of drop-shaped, crystal dangly earrings. "You look so beautiful," Harry said, brushing his hand against a loose curl from her up-swept hair-do. She just blushed slightly and giggled. "Hem, hem," Marietta, who was wearing a black sleeveless dress and a shawl, said, as Theodore, her boyfriend, did an impression of someone who was gagging. Then she said, "I think we ought to be going now." "Yeah," Harry said, snapping out of his reverie, "let's go."
They got in the car (Hermione and Cho did it very slowly!) and they drove off. Halfway, Cho started asking Harry a lot of questions.
"C'mon, baby, tell me."
"If I did, Cho, it wouldn't be a surprise."
"Aw, please…?"
"No."
But soon enough, they were at an old warehouse. Well, at least it looked like one. "Okay, Harry," Cho said, "what's with the joke?" "This is no joke," he replied, "let's go inside." He and Ron led Cho and Hermione into the warehouse. Cho blew a puttering sound with her lips and Hermione laughed at it. "Don't knock it 'til you try it," she said.
As Harry opened the door, Cho gasped. All of their friends were there, laughing, eating, and drinking… basically having a ball. Marietta ran off with Theodore to meet up with Roger Davies and Fleur Delacour. Harry looked at the grandfather clock on the far side of the bar… it was still 6 minutes to midnight. He sighed with relief. "Would you care to dance?" he said politely to Cho. "Of course," she sighed. He took her hand, and led her into the crowd.
They started slow dancing.
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah they are all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things that you do
And it was called, "Yellow"
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
It was all yellow
Harry kissed Cho's forehead and held her tighter.
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn in to something beautiful
Oh yeah, you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
Cause we were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
Well it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn in to something beautiful
Oh yeah, for you I'd bleed myself dry
For you I'd bleed myself dry
"I would," he whispered to her.
It's true
Look how they shine for you
Oh how they shine for you
Oh how they shine for you
Look how they shine for…
You…
Then he said softly, taking her out to the balcony, "And only you," and showed her the full moon and the numerous stars. Harry had only about a minute to do this…
"Cho Chang…"
"Harry Potter," she replied in mock echoing.
He got down on one knee, perfectly aware that everyone inside was watching… but not caring… "No, I mean, Cho… Cho Chang…"
"Yes?"
"I love you so much, there aren't really words to say how much I do, except 'with all my heart,'"—he laughed a bit—"and…."
"Yes?"
"Cho"—he took a deep breath—"would you…" 30 seconds left…
"Yes?"
"Will you marry me?"
She gasped at the ring. "Of course! YES!"
He stood up suddenly, took her in his arms, and kissed her. He kissed her, deeply, with everything he had.
He kissed her as the clock struck twelve.
He kissed her as fireworks went off, as the New Year began.
And Cho knew, right then and there, that she was probably the luckiest and happiest girl in the world.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwww… well, hey, I'm back, and the next chapter's the end… you can all tell what it contains at this point, can't you?