Chapter 3: O.M.G.! THAT RHYMES TOO! WOW!!

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Time flew by and soon it was almost time for Hermione to leave. Every time she talked to her friends, she got the depressed thought in the back of her mind that it was going to be one of the last times ever. Classes were beginning to get harder, which should have made Hermione excited, although it furthered her depression. The meals were getting less flavorful and joyous, and the nightly girl talk with her dorm mates made her less happy.

Hermione did try savoring everything, though. Every time she did her homework, she took more time then usual and tried to savor the feeling she got while doing it. A few times a day she would take mindless travels around the castle and grounds, remembering the things that occurred there in the past year. The days seemed slower for her, which she enjoyed. She wanted everything to be slow so that the day Viktor came to take her away would seem farther away then it did now. Her friend could all tell and were hoping that Harry would hurry with his plan.

But soon it was two days until she had to leave and she was so depressed that even Snape took slight pity in her. Harry knew that it was time for the plan to be put into action and did the very first part as soon as possible.

Hermione was sitting on her bed doing her homework all alone when a letter dropped into her lap. She turned around and looked for the owl who delivered it, slightly alarmed when she didn't see one. But the letter seemed harmless so she opened it gingerly. She unfolded it and read:

Dear 'Mione,

Meet me in the Astronomy tower when your escort arrives. Wear your best. There was no name signed, and the writing looked typed. Hermione was puzzled but also intrigued, deciding it must be safe if an escort was going to be there. She went into her wardrobe and pulled a dress from the back. It was a nice violet that seemed almost black in the darkness of her room. She put it on and looked into the mirror. It was low cut to show a little bit cleavage and clung to her every curve, a trail following her when she walked in her black heels. She applied some eyeliner and eyeshadow that was silver. She put on some dark rose pink lipstick and added a little touch of blush before leaving the mirror. She put her hair up in a messy bun and put on some diamond stud earrings with a matching necklace that was gold with a simple diamond. She was supposed to wear this dress the night Viktor came to get her but didn't care that she was going to wear it for someone who hopefully wasn't him.

She was surprised when a knock came to the door. She opened it to see Lavender standing there in a black dress, looking very formal. She led Hermione down the stairs and over to where Ron stood. Ron was wearing a black tuxedo and looked very handsome. Hermione wanted to question them but decided not to, figuring that they wouldn't answer her. Ron led her out of the dorm and to the high tower, bowing to her and indicating the stairs. Hermione gave him a quizzical look but went up the steps anyways, holding the skirt of the dress in order to avoid tripping over it. "I'm happy you came." Said a voice that she automatically recognized when she reached to top. Then, small candles light all around the room, giving it a romantic glow. The room was decorated in gold and red, petals of every color rose scattered everywhere. Harry was in the middle of the room wearing a black tuxedo that made him look so much more handsome then Ron had in his. He walked to her and gave her a bouquet of white roses and light pink roses, one red one in the middle. She accepted the roses and felt tears streaming down her face.

"Even when you cry you're the most beautiful creature on this earth that ever lived." Harry said, his hand going behind he head and leaning down for a passionate kiss. When they parted, Hermoine looked up at him with a look of amazement and absolute admiration and love. This made Harry suddenly feel brave. He walked behind her smoothly and put his arms around her slender waist, Hermione's hands going to his arms and leaning her head against his strong chest. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Look up."

"Why?" Hermione asked, looking at him before looking up. A million twinkling lights were on the ceiling, spelling out 'I love you.' Upon seeing this, Hermione's unoccupied hand went to her mouth and she let out a surprise little sound, a tear falling down her cheek in happiness. Harry went back in front of her and took the hand away with care, holding it as he knelt down.

"Oh my." Hermione whispered, watching as Harry reached into his coat pocket and took out a black box. He cleared his throat and began the speech that was never prepared at all. He wanted it to come from his heart and not from a paper.

"Hermione, I love you. I've loved you since you came into the compartment in first year looking for Trevor. At the time I didn't realize it, but I have always truly loved you. It became clear to me in third year and since then I couldn't get you out of my mind. I watched you grow up. Every time you were happy, I felt like I was on cloud nine. And when you were sad, I was too. I felt your pain, your joy, and your every sorrow. I knew that we were meant to be for so long. I didn't care what others said about you. I never thought you were ugly, ever. I knew you were beautiful as you were. And when you started to grow into a woman, I started growing even more in love with you.

"Hermoine, I feel so lucky that I know you. You are so smart, pretty, and sweet. There is nothing in you that could make me hate you. But, when I realized I loved you, I thought I hated you. I hated you for loving another like I love you. You have no idea how it felt for me. I've never felt love, and now I know why some are afraid of it. But I'm no longer afraid. I know that all that matters is that I love you. And I promise you that no matter what, you will always come first in my life. I will kill myself if it meant your life be spared.

"So Hermoine, all I can hope for is that you love me like I love you. So, Hermione Lynn Granger, will you please grant me the greatest honor of becoming Hermione Lynn Potter? Marry me?" Harry asked. By now, Hermione was letting a few tears fall from her eyes, her eyes widening as Harry opened the box.

Surrounded by velvet was a beautiful ring with a heart shaped pink diamond surrounded by two sapphires on either side of it. The band was made of pure gold and the jewels glittered in the candle light.

"Yes, yes, and infinity times yes! I love you so much Harry!" Hermione cried, throwing herself down into his arms and kissing him. Harry was just as happy as he was as he wrapped his arms around her tightly to make sure she was truly there. The ceiling rained beautifully scented rose petals as Harry replace Viktor's ring with his. Hermoine stretched her arm and moved her finger slightly, loving the way it caught the light.

"Harry, it's so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you." Hermione whispered.

"Nothing could be as beautiful as you." Harry said before kissing her again. They held each other and kissed, the rose petals carpeting the floor. Everything was perfect.

-I liked that SO much more then what I originally had! It seems more romantic now! Anyways, please review! Thank you much!

-Serenity