Disclaimer: Nope, still don't ownHarry and never will.

A/N: Thank you to all the people who have reviewed my previous one-shots. This is a HP/HG one and I hope you all enjoy.

Dedicated to mysteriousneptune17

What's Next?

Harry sat on a pile of rubble in the middle of the High street of Hogsmeade; Voldemort was gone and it was all thanks to him. It had been nearly an hour ago that he had defeated his arch nemesis and he'd been sat there ever since. He couldn't even remember how he'd done it; there wasn't even room in his mind to think about it. Only one thought was allowed in his mind and that was: 'Voldemort was gone'. He wasn't even aware of the celebrations and mourning taking place around him. A few people had checked he was alright and praised him, but all he could manage was a smile for them.

Finally a new thought managed to get into his brain, it had a difficult journey getting there but it got there none the less, and it was: 'Where were Hermione and Ron?' Snapping out of his daze he jumped up and scanned his surroundings. There was people he knew, people he didn't, people hugging and crying, people searching the rubble and people like how Harry had been; just sitting there. But no Hermione or Ron.

Not sure where to start Harry began walking down the street. While searching through the crowds for them, random people would stop him to thank him, hug him, kiss him or in some women's cases they would just downright snog him.

He was getting frustrated as no one seemed to know where Ron and Hermione were. Eventually his tears took over and he couldn't help but breakdown as he reached the edge of Hogsmeade. All he could keep thinking were that they were dead. It felt like his heart was breaking at the thought of never seeing them again as he rocked on his knees.

"Harry?" His heart skipped a beat when he heard the familiar voice, he looked up and relief soared through him when he saw Hermione. "Where've y-" She wasn't able to finish her sentence as Harry jumped up and knocked the air out of her lungs with a bear hug. Feeling completely elated he had now picked her up and swung her round. "Harry, put me down," she giggled. Much to her relief he put her down and held her at arms length with a wild grin pasted on his face.

"Where's Ron?" he asked quickly.

"He's at the Three Broomsticks with the rest of the Order," she told him with a smile that made her eyes dance, "We'd been trying to get you to join us in the celebrating but you were in a world of your own. And then you disappeared." Harry's smile got wider at the relief of knowing everyone was alive. "Come on, everyone's waiting to bow down to you," she joked while she started to pull him back into Hogsmeade.

"Wait!" he breathed. Something had just fallen into place for him. It had been building up for the past year but he ignored it with fear over Voldemort taking its place. But it had just become clear with a beautiful smile off Hermione.

"What is it?" Hermione asked with a look of concern. He looked into her eyes for a moment before pulling her into another hug. "You're worrying me," she whispered into his neck.

"I love you, Hermione," he whispered back into her ear.

"I love you too," she replied before pulling away to look at him. He was shaking his head causing dust to fall from his messy hair.

"No, I don't mean as a friend," he told her sincerely while he held her hands tightly. She frowned in confusion but it only took a few seconds for her eyes to widen in realisation.

"Really?" she asked shakily with tears filling her eyes. Harry nodded excitedly; a flutter of hope ran through him from her reaction. "Oh, Harry!" She flung her arms round his neck and almost choked him.

"Air's becoming an issue, Hermione," he gasped. She jumped back and they stared at each other while letting this new information sink in. Finally Harry moved forward slowly and kissed her softly; everything was actually starting to feel right in his life. He pulled away and before either one could get their breath back Harry spoke quickly, "Marry me!" Hermione gasped and he'd even shocked himself at his abruptness, but it felt right somehow.

He waited on baited breath for her answer and she didn't keep him waiting as she began vigorously nodding a yes to him.

"I never want you out of my site," she scolded playfully, "You've broke my heart enough these past couple of years, I'm not about to let you do it anymore." Harry feigned outrage at the accusation. He pulled her close as they began to make their way to the Three Broomsticks.

"How've I broken your heart?" Harry questioned with a gentle squeeze of the shoulders.

"I've loved you for nearly two years and you never listened whenever I tried to tell you. But then I suppose you had bigger things to worry about." Harry nodded his head. "Then there's all the times you've had me worried with all the near death incidents," Hermione poked him in the side as she said the last bit to get her point across. Harry smiled sheepishly and felt a little guilty for being so ignorant of how she'd been feeling.

"But it was all for a good cause in the end though," Harry smiled as she nodded at him.

"Finally told him?" a familiar male voice shouted to them a few metres ahead. Harry laughed when he saw Ron waving frantically at them outside the pub. "You've been blind as a bat, mate, you know that?" Ron joked as they reached him. "I was going to clobber you one if I found Hermione in tears again from trying to tell you." Harry tried to mumble his excuse to a grinning Ron but Hermione took over for him.

"We're getting married," she announced with a giggle to Ron.

"Bloody hell, Harry, the girl only wanted you to love her back, not your hand in mar-oof!" Ron choked from the jab in the stomach off Hermione. Harry chuckled as he put a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"Best man?" Harry asked him.

"Of course," Ron wheezed as he straightened up and got his breath back, "You're a dangerous woman, Hermione, you know that?" But she didn't get chance to answer as he pulled them into a big hug. As he pulled away he smiled at them, "I'm happy for you both but remember, there will always be three in this marriage-"

"Keep dreaming, Ron," Hermione smiled sweetly as she spoke.

"-I'm to be at all major occasions, like Christmas with my future family. Also I'm to be godfather to all children you may have," he finished with a mock stern look.

"Anything else?" Harry and Hermione asked in unison.

"Yeah, you best get in there," Ron jerked his head at the pub, "so we can all bow down to our saviour."