Chapter 8

Disclaimer: And again….No...Harry Potter is not mine. He belongs in every way to JKR…This story Imagine Me and You is mine…the plot is mine…I just…had to borrow the characters…What ev.

A/N Alright…Sorry :dodges popcorn: Hey! Settle down or that's the last of this fic! Alright…Now…Sorry for the cliff
hanger...I'm notorious for them, you're warned in advance! I'm glad you all are happy with the story…So…I write on!

Hermione sat stock still in her seat. She didn't even have time to turn around; Harry Potter came around her chair and pulled her to her feet. Spinning her around Harry took in her outfit and smiled appreciatively.

"Hermione you look absolutely stunning in that gown!" Harry exclaimed, pulling her in close to him for a quick hug before taking his seat. Hermione didn't even have time to remember that Harry was late for he kept up a non stop stream of chatter about redoing his kitchen and living room. When the waitress turned up to take their orders, Harry asked Hermione if he could order for her.

"Are you sure you want to Harry? I mean its pretty high dollar in here." Hermione whispered the last part. Harry just laughed.

"Mione, has money ever been an issue for me? Not to sound too conceited, but I'm Harry Potter. I have money coming from places I didn't even know existed." The pair laughed.

"Order away then Mr. Potter." Hermione laughed, taking a drink of her water.

"Alright then. We'd both like to have the veal al a carte. With a bottle of your finest red wine." Harry laid the menus together and handed them to the waitress.

"Merci Monsieur." The waitress left the two alone. Quiet music could be heard from the band that was playing by the dance floor. The couple sat in absolute silence.

"So, Er…Hermione. You truly do look amazing in the dress. It's very becoming on you." Harry finally said to her, breaking the silence.

Hermione blushed furiously. Sipping her water she smiled at Harry. "Harry, you look amazing as well." Harry had come in all black. His slacks were tapered in to his waist where his shirt was tucked. It clearly showed off his toned body and it pained Hermione to not be able to stare at it. After another awkward silence Harry finally stood up. "Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, come dance with me." Harry said, holding his hand out to her.

"Harry, you know I don't dance." Hermione said smiling at him.

"Oh come on, you danced at the Phoenix Ball, 5 years after graduation." Harry said, tugging Hermione off her arse and on to her feet…

"Harry I was clearly gone that night! You know I'd had too much to drink!" She whispered to him, as he led her out to the dance floor.

"Nonsense, you're a lovely dancer." Harry assured her, twirling her around and into his chest. He placed a hand on the small of her back and took her other hand in his. Hermione's free hand went to his shoulder. They danced slowly around the dance floor alone, until other couples joined them.

"Harry, this is wonderful." Hermione said softly laying her head on his shoulder.

"I know you are." Hermione looked up to see Harry looking at her softly. She smiled at him and they danced through two more songs. Finally sitting down at their table the waitress brought their meals out, along with the wine that Harry had ordered.

"Harry! This meal looks absolutely delicious!" Hermione gushed.

"I thought you'd like it…And I also took house elves into consideration, and wouldn't you know it; there isn't a single house elf on the premises." Harry took a sip of wine and smiled.

"Harry, what haven't you thought of for tonight? We've had this lovely meal, no house elves, dancing, wine. Harry...Why did you ask me out tonight?" Hermione asked, gently slicing her veal. Harry was quiet for a few moments.

"I wanted to talk about your flat." He finally said to her.

"My flat, what about it?" Hermione asked, feeling slightly dejected.

"Well I know you're trying to get it remodeled and all." Harry said not quite meeting her gaze.

"Yeah, I've been trying. I might rent it out…Move into a smaller house…I don't need all that room you know?" She answered, pushing her steamed asparagus around her plate.

"Really? Where do you have in mind?" Harry asked suddenly interested in the topic.

"Well I haven't a clue…Maybe closer to work, or closer to mum and dad." Hermione took a bite of her veal and nodded in approval.

"Oh…Well see I had a better idea actually." Harry said after sipping some of his own wine.

"Oh really? And where did you have in mind exactly?" Hermione asked, totally shocked that he of all people had even given it a thought.

Harry was quiet for a few moments, mulling things over in his head. "With me." He finally said, reaching across the table and gingerly taking her hand in his.

"Wha…What did you say?" Hermione had dropped her fork.

"Hermione…Move in with me?" He asked her again.

"Mo…Move in with you?" Hermione was almost speechless.

"Hermione, move in with me…Not only that…Move in with me…Marry me?"

Hermione did not know what to say. She was not expecting their date to go this way…Not this way at all. She only expected a nice evening out, and now…Harry was proposing to her! She didn't know how to take it all in. She mouthed words that wouldn't come out, she gasped for air that wouldn't go into her lungs. She stood, panicked, and fainted into surprised Harry's arms.

"Hermione?" Harry was shocked. He definitely didn't expect it to go this way. He thought she'd be happy, he didn't know what to do. He left the restaurant through the back door and apperated them both back to his flat.

Harry quickly walked down his hallway, careful not to bump the fainted woman in his arms against anything. Pushing his door open, he gently laid Hermione down on the center of his bed, and pulled a blanket up over her. He leaned over to kiss her forehead but hesitated. Not while she's passed out from shock. He though. He patted her shoulder and left the room quietly.

Grabbing a bottle of pumpkin juice, Harry settled on the couch. He was at a complete loss. Hermione had fainted at the restaurant, and now he was practically shunned to his couch so that the sleeping damsel could have the comfort of a bed. He chuckled, and sipped his pumpkin juice. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep, with

the bottle to his lips.

Hermione woke up the next morning in a dizzy state. Sitting up in a bed she was certain wasn't her own; she held her hand to her head.

"What the bloody hell happened," Hermione groaned, setting her feet down on the floor. Looking around her, it took a minute for her to realize that she was still in her black dress, and she was in Harry's bed room. Getting steady on her feet, she wrapped Harry's robe about herself, and walked into the hall way.

There was no sign that anyone was awake. Confused, Hermione padded into living room and smiled. Harry was fast asleep on the couch, with a bottle of pumpkin juice still to his lips. She smiled and walked closer to him.

"Good morning Harry." She said softly, and teased his hair. Harry groaned in his sleep.

"Please, just five more minutes Mrs. Weasley." Hermione stifled a laugh and kissed him gently.

"Wake up silly" She said into his ear. Harry's eyes opened slowly. He smiled when he saw Hermione in front of him.

"Good morning," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her, "Did you sleep well?" Hermione smiled and nodded and closed her eyes as Harry kissed her forehead.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Harry began talking.

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were going to react the way you did last night, if I thought for one minute that you weren't ready for this then I wouldn't have asked. I mean, Hermione I love you, and I know that we had just started seeing each other, but I figured that since we've known each other since we were 11, I just….Hermione I-" Hermione chose this point to make Harry stop rambling. She quickly pressed her lips firmly against his for just a few quick moments.

"Yes." Was all she said to him.