New update again! I hope the last chapter wasn't too much for you. Here comes another one though, tell me what you think! Anything you want changed?

/Linda

Chapter 6

The sun shone bright and Harry woke up pleasantly when he felt the rays dance across his face. He had never felt as content as he did this moment. Everything was perfect; he was in paradise, had a great job, Voldemort was dead and he had the most beautiful woman on earth naked, by his side, in the bed. Memories of what had happened that night plopped into his head and he suddenly became very nervous. 'What if Hermione regrets all this?' he thought nervously but decided to see how she reacted when she awoke. He moved closer to her and hugged her tightly to him from behind, kissed her neck and then fell asleep again.

Hermione woke up with a start, a smile plastered across her face for some reason. 'This was a weird dream I had.' When she tried to turn, she first realized she was naked. Feeling an arm around her body as well she panicked slightly before remembering what had happened. Harry's breath tickled her neck and she suppressed a giggle, not wanting to wake him up. She took a hold of the hand splayed over her waist and started to play gently with Harry's fingers. He stirred and Hermione pretended to be asleep, waiting for his reaction. The arm around her waist tightened its hold and she felt lips on her shoulder and neck, kissing softly. Smiling, she turned around to face Harry.

"Good morning darling," he whispered, making Hermione's smile burst into a wide grin.

"Good morning handsome. Did you sleep well?"

"Best night ever," Harry replied, blushing lightly. He decided to test his luck and bent forward to kiss her, ready for her rejection. It never came though; instead Hermione responded immediately and began touching him all over his body, making him want her more than ever.

Showering together was as pleasant as they had imagined and they slowly got dressed, getting ready to speak to Tonks.

"Hi guys!" Tonks exclaimed when they flooed her at her office.

"Good morning boss," they replied in unison, causing Tonks to burst out laughing.

"You two look well. How's everything going?"

"We are going to question a, so far, nameless person who might know something about Mr. Goodwill's disappearance. He's located and will be dining in the most expensive restaurant on the island this afternoon. Me and Hermione will be there to have a word with him," Harry told Tonks and Hermione nodded in agreement. Her head felt a bit slow today, not quite comprehending everything that had happened.

"Is this restaurant something you would normally visit Harry?" Tonks asked, a slight frown creasing her forehead.

"No, not exactly. Why?"

"People will start wondering as soon as you set a foot inside that place and that is not good. If you had a certain reason for it, then it would be ok. Do you get it Harry?" He nodded, instantly knowing what she had in mind. Hermione wasn't following their line of thought but decided to bring it up later with Harry instead.

After a day spent researching they prepared to go to the top reviewed restaurant and try talk to Mr. X.

"This is an expensive place; I suggest you wear your best dress Hermione. I must, unfortunately, wear a suit. We'll be able to swim away when the night is over thanks to the heat..." Hermione chuckled but did as she was told and put on a cocktail dress.

When they reached the place, they were both pleasantly surprised. It was awesome, with great view over the other islands and the ocean. The service, they soon found out, was impeccable.

"Harry, this place is awesome!" Hermione exclaimed when a local quartet started playing softly in a corner. They were eating a delicious meal and waited for their victim to arrive. Harry remembered Tonks' words and nervously started digging in his pocket.

"What are you looking for?" Hermione asked, thinking Harry might have forgotten his wand or something.

"Nothing," he answered quickly, drawing a worried look from Hermione but he shrugged it off and they continued their meal, enjoying every moment of it.

In the middle of dessert Hermione started to look towards the entrance and, following her eyes, Harry realized it was Mr. X who had arrived. Luckily Harry had put a pair of Extendable Ears where the waiter stood and was able to hear the conversation.

"Good evening Mr. Leroux. Would you like your usual table?" the waiter asked Mr. X, who now had a real name.

"Yes," he curtly replied before being led away to the table next to Harry and Hermione, something they also had prepared with Extendable Ears. Harry suspected that Mr. Leroux would like to eat before they would be able to talk to him and decided to fulfil Tonks' wish, and his own secret wish as well. He got up and walked over to Hermione to look into her puzzled eyes.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked her. Hermione looked to the dance floor, saw another couple there and agreed with a grin. Taking her hand Harry led the way and they started swaying slowly to the music. Harry kissed passionately and Hermione almost melted to a puddle of goo. It was such a romantic moment. Suddenly Harry disappeared and when she looked down she found him on one knee in front of her, holding her hand. Hermione gasped when she realized what was happening and felt tears threatening to fall. The music went quiet but her attention was focused on Harry.

"Hermione, I love you. I would be the luckiest man on earth if you would marry me. Will you be my wife?" Hermione's tears flowed freely down her cheeks and she could barely find her voice.

"Yes, of course I will Harry. I love you too." Harry took the velvet box he had in his pocket, opened it to reveal a beautiful ring with a heart rounded by diamonds on it and slid it onto Hermione's finger. She threw her arms around him and they started laughing and crying, hearing the other guests cheering only vaguely. Harry was congratulated by everyone and after a while they sat down at their table again, the waiter bringing in some Champaign to celebrate with. Harry leaned over to Mr. Leroux with a big smile on his face.

"Did you hear? We're getting married!" The grumpy man looked at him and forced a smile.

"Yeah, so I reckoned. Congratulations then." Harry shook his hand.

"Do you have a wife Mr...?"

"Leroux. No, I have no wife. She left me for some young Italian model years ago and I've realized it's just not worth it." Harry feigned being offended.

"Ouch, that hurt man."

"Yeah. Well, that's life I guess. I hope your marriage is more successful than mine. Good night." Mr. Leroux left the table and walked away. Hermione nudged Harry and looked at him knowingly.

"What?"

"Shouldn't we be following him?" she asked, slightly irritated that Harry was not doing his job.

"Well, when you were with the other ladies in this room looking at your ring I talked to Mr. Leroux and managed to put a tracking device on him." He was surprised when she threw herself at him and kissed him thoroughly. Harry looked blissful when she stopped.

"What was that for?"

"For being you; and for being smarter than me." Harry pretended to gasp and Hermione smacked him on the arm.

"Ow..."

"Shouldn't we follow him now?"

"No, we need to check on the location of his home, which probably is where he is biding his time until he's ready for the night club. When he's there we can go check out where he lives and see if he can answer some of our questions. We have two hours free approximately, what do you feel like doing?" Hermione grinned and whispered into his ear.

"Since I've just gotten engaged I could think of at least one thing I would like to do to my fiancée right now." Harry's eyes were wide open, staring at Hermione. Paying the bill they quickly went to their house and ended up in the pool with some champagne and strawberries.

Making love to Harry was something Hermione thought she would never get tired of and, despite the uneasy feeling that started to enter her, they made love, excruciatingly slow.

Lying satiated next to each other in bed, Hermione couldn't help but think of the events of the day. Tonks had called and suggested Harry did something special at the restaurant. The proposal. Hermione suddenly started crying, causing alarms to ring in Harry's brain.

"Hermione?" he asked, worry shining through his eyes like flashlights, directed straight at her.

"What's the matter Hermione? Why are you feeling sad?" She tried wiping her tears away but they didn't stop falling.

"Oh, it's ridiculous. Maybe the events of the day are finally catching up with me. The proposal thing for example; it isn't a common happening and I do tend to get a little emotional from time to time. This was what Tonks wanted right? It was part of the plan?" Harry's heart sank to the floor and he felt drained of energy.

"I think this is what Tonks meant, yes. I'm sorry; I didn't realize it would be that hard on you. I like you too much; I would never hurt you intentionally."

"I know. It's still hard." She cried out the last word and started sobbing into Harry's shoulder. Tears ran down his chest and onto the sheets beneath them. He let her cry for a while before lifting her head and removing a strand of hair from her face. Cupping her cheek he bent forward and kissed her gently.

"Please Hermione, don't cry. I need you to be strong now. If this guy is who we think then there may be a good chance of finding Mr. Goodwill rather soon." Hermione snivelled and hugged Harry.

"We're still the best of friend's right? Even though you've been proposing?"

"Something like that, yes. Come on Hermione; let's go see if some spying can't cheer you up."

They went out into the darkness, ready to find the mysterious house of one Mr. Leroux.