Harry knew that time was of the essence. The sooner he married Hermione the sooner that she might become pain free and be able to regain some of her strength. Things were only getting worse and he had watched her suffer through attacks the last two days. Just this morning she had nearly hit her head on the end table in the study when she had been crippled by another episode. He had wanted to propose on a day when she was pain free but he didn't want to wait. It was with anxiety, excitement and a fair amount of nervousness that he decided to move forward with his plans that evening despite knowing that Hermione would be very tired after her attack earlier that day. Harry spent the rest of the day finalizing things with Biddy and Colbey while Hermione slept. Soon it was dinner time and Harry was pleased that Hermione had awoken on her own just a few minutes ago. He straightened his jacket and tie and sighed at how his hair never did seem to stay put. After informing Hermione that he had a surprise for her, he left her in the care of Biddy while he got himself dressed for the evening. He hoped Hermione found his charcoal gray muggle suit attractive. He had gone to special lengths to have it tailored just right. He grabbed the small black box from his dresser and stowed it in his pocket. Taking one last look at himself in the mirror he took a deep breath and headed toward Hermione's room.

Hermione studied her reflection in the tall mirror in front of her. Biddy had informed her that Harry had purchased a new dress for her and wished her to wear it tonight. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. She was even more surprised when she couldn't hold back a smile as she saw the soft purple fabric laying over her body in rippling waves. The fabric was light and flowing. It laid in such a way as to make her curves look quite appealing. The neck line was a simple , pleated, sweetheart bodice, with sheer three-quarter length sleeves. For the first time in a long time, Hermione felt pretty. Biddy helped her put her curls atop her head in a loose but elegant style. Some of the shorter curls fell against her neck and temples. Her make-up was light, but enhancing.

"Miss is looking so beautiful!" Biddy shrieked with delight.

"Thank you, Biddy," Hermione said with a slight blush and a smile. "So, what is all this about then?"

"Oh no, you is not tricking me into telling you, Miss. Master was very clear about not telling you," Biddy said shaking her head to emphasize the point.

"Not even a hint?" Hermione asked.

"No Miss, Biddy is keeping her word."

Hermione smiled at that and accepted she would just have to wait to find out what Harry had up his sleeve. She wished she felt better. She had to admit to herself that she was very tired and her body ached. Despite all that, she was too curious to deny Harry his request that she join him tonight. Before she knew it there as a knock on her door. Biddy scrambled to open it and revealed a very dashing Harry Potter. Hermione's heart raced as she turned to look at him. He was giving her a dazzling smile. She smiled broadly back at him. She admired the way his broad shoulders were trimmed to perfection in his suit jacket. She was aware that his tie was in various shades of violet, matching her dress. His pants fit him alarmingly well and she found herself wanting him to turn around so she could see his back side. She blushed at the thought and averted her eyes for a moment.

Harry's breath seemed to leave him as he took in Hermione's figure. He had known purple would look great on her but he had not been prepared for how well the dress seemed to hug her in all the right places. Her slender arms were encased in the sheer fabric. A small diamond hung around her neck, drawing his eyes downwards. Her breast moved up and down as she breathed deeply. He could hardly wait to wrap her in his arms. He wanted to look into her eyes but found she was looking at the floor, biting her lips. He smiled all the more at the blush he could see creeping along her cheeks. He stepped forward and she looked up at him. He could see the dark circles under her eyes and the slight weight of her shoulders. But her eyes were golden and rich. He grabbed her hand, and whispered softly, "You look breathtaking."

Hermione's pulse quickened at his compliment and his closeness. "You look rather dashing yourself. I've never seen you in a suit before."

"I thought you might like it," Harry grinned.

Hermione nodded her approval. "Who knew you were so good at picking out women's dresses too?"

Harry laughed at that. "I am glad you like it. I thought you might appreciate something new."

"I have not been so dressed up since the Yule Ball. I have to confess it is nice to feel pretty." Hermione said softly.

Harry bent and kissed her gently, "You are always pretty, Hermione. But I am glad that tonight you believe it." He watched her cheeks darken again before hugging her and taking her hand, began leading her out of the bedroom and down the hall.

"So, what is this all about? Biddy refused to tell me anything," Hermione said.

Harry smirked and replied, "You will soon see."

"I was a bit surprised you wanted to do something tonight considering…well, considering how this morning went," Hermione confessed.

Harry stopped in his tracks and faced her. He asked with concern, "You aren't too tired are you? I mean if you are feeling too ill we don't have to do this."

Hermione could see his sincerity but shook her head. "I am too curious now to back out. And I did spend the last half hour getting ready. It would be a shame to waste all that effort. I confess that I am more tired than I would like but there is no way I will be able to sleep until I know what you are up to."

Harry kissed her hand and said, "I do feel bad for this, and I would have done this a different night…but you will understand my desire not to wait soon enough. Come on."

Hermione smiled at him and simply said, "Alright."

Harry gentle led her down the hall and to the secret door. Opening it up and approaching the stairs he felt Hermione hesitate. He looked back at her said simply, "Don't worry. I don't intend on making you walk." With that he swiftly picked her up in his arms. He was a bit unnerved by how light she was.

Hermione was taken by surprise as he easily swooped her up and began climbing the steps. She could feel his strong muscles against the back of her legs and she let her hands wrap around his neck. "I could get used to this," she said with a grin. Harry laughed a little and soon set her on her feet at the big wooden door.

Harry put his hand out and pushed open the door so that he was not blocking her view, "Ladies first." He was pleased when Hermione's eyes grew round before she stepped onto the rooftop courtyard. He followed close behind her. She hadn't said anything yet but her hands pressed against her mouth in delight. "I take it you find this acceptable?"

Hermione was speechless. The air was surprisingly warm for a fall evening. The sun had set, the stars were shinning overhead. Lanterns were not the only things producing light. Small balls of light floated around, casting a soft glow around the entire courtyard. A small table, covered with a white cloth was set with glass and china place settings. A single candle flickered in the center. Several large bouquets of lilies adorned the outer walls. Hermione moved to one of the small floating spheres and gently reached toward it. Her finger lightly touched it and it gently floated up a bit more. She said quietly, "I didn't think this place could get any better. It's gorgeous."

Harry took note of her almost reverent tone. He took her hand and led her to the table, helping her sit. "Biddy is quite the romantic it turns out. She was very helpful in pulling all this off. I am afraid the balls of light will only last a few hours however. But the lilies are a permanent addition should you wish it."

Hermione beamed at him, "I absolutely wish it."

"Good." Harry sat across from her and said, "Colbey?"

The small elf appeared and bowed low, "Yes, Master Harry?"

"I do believe we are ready for our food now," Harry said.

"Of course, Sir." Colbey quickly disappeared. In just a few short seconds he reappeared and soon the couples plates were filled with an assortment of delicious food. Harry thanked the elf and asked him to relay his gratitude to his wife as well.

Left alone again, Hermione asked, "How is it so warm out?"

"Ah, I wondered when you would ask about that. I was able to put a weather shield around the courtyard," Harry explained. "I can't guarantee how long it will last though. It was my first attempt at it."

"Brilliant," Hermione said with a smile. "Harry, this is all wonderful, but what's the occasion?"

"Well, we haven't had much time to actually go out on dates lately what with one and thing and another." Harry saw her eyes dim a bit knowing he was referring to her lack of good health.

"So, you planned a date at home," Hermione concluded. Harry nodded and was pleased to see her smile grow.

They spent a pleasant hour eating and talking about a variety of things. Harry was pleased to see her laugh a couple of times. Soon the discussion turned toward what was on both of their minds. Hermione was frustrated at not having found any new insights to her condition. Harry's hand began to sweat. Now was the time. He said hesitantly, "Hermione, tonight was not just about having a date. I confess I have other motives."

Hermione looked at him with a curious smile. "Oh, really? That sounds intriguing. So, what are these other motives?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Well, as we have just discussed, your condition is growing worse." Hermione nodded solemnly and he continued hoping he wouldn't upset her. "I have an idea that may help." Harry paused unsure what to say next. He had planned a whole speech out but it seemed to have left his brain and he simply tried not to let his heart beat out of his chest.

Hermione watched him closely and could tell he was nervous but didn't understand why. She hesitantly prompted, "So, what is this plan you have?"

Harry swallowed thickly and took out the small box from his jacket. He fingered it in his palm and looked right into Hermione's eyes. He smiled unconsciously. She is so beautiful. Filled with new resolve he said, "Hermione, I love you. I have for a long time. I knew the moment you stepped into this house that I didn't want you to leave. I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life." He slowly opened the little black box and holding it out to her said, "Hermione, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Hermione's heart was beating unnaturally fast. She swallowed thickly and tried to calm her breathing. She knew she was supposed to say something but she couldn't seem to get her mouth to move. Her eyes moved from Harry's face to the little box that held a ring. She couldn't quite get her mind around what Harry had just asked her.

Harry saw Hermione's eyes grow big and her mouth drop open slightly as her eyes moved from him to the ring and back again. The silence was beginning to make him nervous. Finally, he said, "Hermione?"

Hermione shook herself out of her shock. "I…I just…I don't know what to say?"

"Well, usually people say yes or no," Harry replied nervously. He watched as Hermione blushed furiously and bit her lip.

"Sorry, I just…I didn't expect this. I don't…I don't understand how this helps." Hermione stammered. She saw his eyes dim as he sighed before closing the little back box. She knew she had hurt him but this was all so unexpected.

Harry took a deep breath and took Hermione's hand in his. "I know this is sudden. I'm sorry. I just….Something that Neville said to me at Teddy's birthday party has stuck with me. He mentioned that maybe the reason your attacks have increased is because the bond is not satisfied. We haven't really considered that. We've been so focused on how to break the bond, and how to catch Atticus, and how to manage your attacks that we haven't really discussed what the bonds conditions might be. What if this bond requires marriage? If we get married than there is a chance that the bond will be satisfied and your attacks could stop." Harry explained.

Hermione considered his words. She could see he was in earnest and she had to admit his words made a certain amount of sense. She knew from the beginning that the bond may mean their futures were going to be irreversibly tied together. She had not expected it to happen so soon though and her brain seemed to be feeding her insecurities. She slowly shook her head to show she had understood. Slowly her words materialized. "I can see the logic. I did suspect something like this might happen. I just…I didn't expect it so soon."

"I know. I know this is happening sooner than either of us planned on. I just…I don't want to see you hurting anymore. Not if I can stop it."

Hermione saw the pleading in Harry's eyes. He wanted to save her from pain. He wanted to help. She knew Harry loved her. He had showed it in his words and the way he treated her. She could not have asked for a better man. Still, her heart ached with doubts. She was young, she didn't yet have a career, what if he tired of her? She couldn't look at him anymore. She looked down and said quietly, "So, you want to marry me so I won't suffer?"

Harry could hear the sadness in her voice as well as the desperation. This was the Hermione that others didn't often see. She was vulnerable in this moment. She needed to be reassured of his genuine love for her. He let go of her hand and stood up.

Hermione felt Harry withdraw his hand and she suddenly wanted to cry. Had she pushed him away? She looked up to find him kneeling beside her. He took both of her hands in his and was surprised to see him smiling up at her. She heard his voice say, "Hermione, I do want to marry you so you won't suffer. And I know this is moving fast. I know we have only been dating for three months. But this is what I want. Hermione, I want to marry you. I have known my future would be with you from the beginning. I love you. I want to marry you because I love you! So, yes, I hope that marrying you ends your attacks, which is why I didn't want to wait any longer to suggest it."

Harry put a hand on her cheek and made sure she was looking right at him before he said, "But, Hermione, marrying you was always my plan. Always. I want you in my life. I want you to be my wife." Harry saw tears sparkling in her eyes and said quietly, "If that isn't what you want…if I'm not what you want…I won't…" Harry's voice cracked and gave out on him. His heart thudded in his chest. The thought that Hermione would continue to be near him but be out of his reach made his insides ache. He licked his lips and looked at the ground trying to regain control.

Hermione saw the hurt in Harry's eyes as his words faded away. She squeezed his hand and his face again rose to meet hers. She slowly stood, pulling him up from his position on the ground. She gave him a smile, her eyes watery, and pressed a kiss to his hand. "Oh, Harry." She closed her eyes and leaned toward him. They stood with their foreheads together, each breathing deeply. "I love you, Harry." The kiss that followed was slow and tender. When it ended Hermione spoke, "Ask me again."

Harry smiled and stepping back pulled the little black box from his jacket and knelt down once more. "Hermione Jean Granger, you are the most amazing woman I know. I want nothing more than to share my life with you, and I promise to do everything I can to make you happy. Will you marry me?" He opened the box revealing the glimmer of a diamond.

Hermione smiled warmly at him before declaring, "Yes. Yes, Harry!" He rose and silently slipped the little ring onto her finger. Then she was in his arms and all the world and its problems fell away. She was safe and she let her body fully enjoy the elation of what had just taken place. She was going to be a wife. She was going to be Mrs. Harry Potter. The thought made her heart race and her insides dance. He kissed her with all the love and passion she longed for. After a time they found themselves cuddled up in the swing gazing at the stars. Both of them were silent, as their minds digested this latest step in their relationship. He watched as Hermione raised her left hand and admired the ring on her slender finger. Her tired voice reached Harry's ears. "It's beautiful. The ring. It's simple but elegant."

"I'm glad you like it. It was my mothers."

Hermione gasped lightly at that information. "I love it even more now. I wish we could have known them."

Harry knew she was referring to his parents. "Me too. Still, I do feel like a part of them is always with me." His thoughts then turned to Hermione's parents. A sadness filled him, realizing that neither one of them would have the privilege of their parents seeing their wedding day. "I would have loved to have known your parents as well."

Hermione nodded against his shoulder. "They would have liked you."

They sat in silence once again, each lost in their own thoughts. Minutes passed as they sat together under the night sky. Harry noticed Hermione's hands begin to tremble. "It's getting late. I'm sure you're exhausted. Let's get you inside." She nodded, stifled a yawn, and let him help her rise. After a few steps, Harry quickly put his arm around her waist as she swayed on her feet. Helping her to the door he then picked her up and carried her all the way back to her room. Harry set her down gently on the chair in front of the vanity and began taking out the pins in her hair. Harry watched Hermione's eyes close as he gently let his fingers trail through her thick curls. Bending down and kissing her on the cheek from behind he whispered, "Soon, I'll be able to help you with more than hair pins." Hermione's eyes opened and a deep blush rushed across her face at the implication of Harry's words. Harry was pleased to see her smile broadly, even as she shyly avoided his eye. Harry called for Biddy to help Hermione out of her dress and get ready for bed. "I'll be back to check on you in just a bit," Harry said before leaving.

Hermione let Biddy help her out of her dress and into some comfortable pajamas. She was happier than she could ever remember. She kept spinning the ring around her finger, looking at it at various angles. Harry had shocked her with his proposal. She still was in a whirlwind. She had never imagined her life would take this kind of path, yet she felt strangely calm. Harry's parting comment had made her face burn but she could not help smiling at the thought of having him be so intimate with her. As happy as she was, she was also extremely worn out. She leaned back into the pillows of her bed and sighed with relief as she let her muscles relax. She did hope that marrying Harry would help her regain her health. She was growing increasingly worried as time went by and her health and magic suffered. She also hoped Harry returned soon because she was close to falling asleep.

Harry met Biddy just outside Hermione's door. "How is she?" he asked.

"Miss is very happy. She is loving you very much. She is very tired though. I is almost afraid she would fall on her way to bed. She was shaking badly," Biddy admitted.

Harry frowned at that. "I've worn her out."

"Yes, but Master has also made her very happy," Biddy said with a smile.

"Thank you Biddy. I appreciate all your help with tonight. It was something Hermione and I will never forget."

"I is so pleased! We is so excited! I is going to make the best wedding cake!" Biddy squeaked before setting off down the hallway.

Harry grinned after her and then opened the door to the bedroom. Hermione was laid back against the pillows and her eyes were closed. Approaching quietly, Harry pushed a curl from her face, kissed her forehead and whispered, "Are you sleeping?"

Hermione felt Harry's touch and hearing his question she gave him a little hum. Softly she spoke without opening her eyes, "Almost."

"Then I will let you rest. I am sorry I wore you out so entirely." Harry placed one more kiss on her head.

Hermione opened her eyes and reaching for Harry's hand replied, "Don't be sorry. It was wonderful, Harry." He smiled down at her and then she said sleepily, closing her eyes once again, "Don't you think your fiancé deserves a real kiss goodnight?"

Harry let out a low chuckle as he bent and captured her lips. "Goodnight, my love." A small smile played on her lips before her face relaxed into sleep. He knew his life would never be the same. Looking down on his very own sleeping beauty, he knew the best was yet to come.

This was a hard chapter to write and I hope I did it justice. Please let me know what you think as I am a little unsure about it. I didn't want to keep you waiting though so instead of mulling it over and spending weeks to hash it out I just decided to go for it. Please comment! I'm open for criticism.