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Word Count: 648

Title: Marry Me

Note: ps. Proposal used from favourite movie Definitely Maybe

Warnings:

Beta: ViolaMoon

Golden Snitch

[Name] Crissie

[School] Uagadou

[House] Ogyinae

Love Is In The Air: Write your OTP.

(emotion) love

Hogwarts

Assignment 4: Beauty Therapy: Body Modifications: Task #4 - Tattooing: Write about someone making a commitment.

Yearly:

Prompt 98 [Object] Engagement Ring

[178] Knee

Harry's heart was racing. He had never been more nervous, not even when he was facing the Hungerian Horntail. He was pacing up and down.

"Harry, calm down," Hermione said. "You are getting yourself all sweaty."

Harry let out a shallow laugh, and stopped.

"This is the most important day of my life," Harry tried to argue, but she held up a hand.

"No, it's not."

"What do you mean it's not?" Harry asked, suddenly puzzled.

"You are just asking him to marry you, the actual getting married and being married part is the more important part."

"Wow, you really are a bright witch, Hermione," he said, suddenly a lot less nervous.

Hermione laughed. "Well spotted," she joked.

"Hey, you are supposed to be my wingwoman here," Harry suddenly said, getting caught up in making sure the table was set perfectly. Harry had rented out the entire restaurant, and the lighting was romantic, the music was low, and he had the perfect proposal setting.

"Okay, what are you going to say?" Hermione asked.

"What?" Harry said, turning scarlet.

"Oh no, Harry, you're kidding," Hermione said, dramatically face-palming herself. "What an idiot."

"I knew I forgot something."

"It's fine, we still have time. Practise on me," she suggested. "It's in my contract as your best friend."

"Will you, um, marry me?" Harry asked, almost dropping the ring as he removed it from his robes.

"What do you mean, 'will I, um, marry you'? You haven't seen me in weeks, you don't look happy to see me and why do you want to marry me, anyway?" Hermione asked in a rushed voice.

"What do you mean why?" Harry asked, almost forgetting himself.

"Come on, Harry, put some feeling into it at least," Hermione insisted. "Let's try again."

Harry felt himself go weak in the knees when Draco appeared, as gorgeous as ever, back from an internship with Slughorn on becoming an Apothecary. Draco's grey eyes lit up with delight when they landed on Harry, and Harry knew Hermione was right. Yes, this was a big deal, but it was nothing to the commitment they would be making to one another if he said yes.

Without a word Harry moved over to Draco, pulling him in for an eager kiss. "I missed you," he moaned against Draco's mouth.

"I missed you too," Draco replied. "But I'm sure we can wait till we get home, you didn't go through all of this to have me ravage you in the restaurant."

Harry's mind felt disconnected from his body, and suddenly he blurted out the first words on his mind.

"Marry me," Harry said. Draco looked at him confused.

"What? Why?" Draco asked, and Harry sunk down onto his knees, forgetting everything he and Hermione had planned and just spoke from the heart.

"I kind of messed this up, haven't I?" Harry said, taking the ring from his robes.

"Oh Merlin, you're serious," Draco replied.

"I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you, um, marry me?"

"I can't imagine life without waking up to your stupid face every morning," Draco attempted to sound unfazed although the excitement was clear on his face.

"Yes, Harry, of course I will," Draco said, his grey eyes sparkling with delight. "So, are you going to put it on me?"

Harry grinned, and got to his feet, removing the ring from the emerald green box, and slipping it on Draco's finger.

"I love you up to the moon and back," Harry said.

"I love you too, Harry."