Hermione sat there shocked for a few moments. Lily smiled and immediately started to think of ways to go speak with Hermione's mother to get them to agree to the match. Of course she doubted that Hermione's parents would disagree. They knew how close the two were and how much value Hermione put into her sons opinion.

"I..wha?..." A fresh wave of tears came to Hermione's eyes and she began crying again shocking Harry into thinking that she had refused him. His face fell considerably.

"Hermione quit that crying." Ron finally spoke. "Is marrying Harry really as bad as marryi ng that bloke?"

Hermione sniffed and dried her tears. "No Ron its not that. I just can't believe you would do that for me Harry. It...it..means so much. But I cant hold you to it. What if you meet someone you love? I can't stop you." She lowered her eyes and started crying again.

"Mother, Ron, will you give us a few moments?" Harry asked

"Of course dear. Just remember what we have discussed." Lily Potter gave her son a direct look and he nodded his head in agreement.

Once they were gone Harry sat on the duvet next to Hermione and pulled her into his arms.

"Hermione you're my best friend. There is no one else who wont use me to gain status or like me for who I am. You are an extremely powerful witch and I wouldn't want anyone else on my side. And all of this is rather rushed but I was going to ask your father for permission to court you soon. This just speeded things up a little. But Hermione, will you marry me?"

"I…I…I really don't have many options. Either I marry you or I marry Malfoy. And there is no way I'm going to marry him."

"So you accept my proposal?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I'll marry you." Hermione smiled as she looked into Harry's eyes. He looked elated.

"I promise you won't regret it. I'll be the best husband there ever could be." He stopped though and a somber look crossed his face. "Though there is something you really should know but that can wait until later. Come we must speak with your parents." He stood from his seat and pulled her with him.

They walked through the halls and thankfully ran into no one. He opened the door to her parent's rooms and they walked into the room.

Thankfully her parents were more than happy that she accepted Harry's proposal. Her mother set out to send a note to Hermione's grandmother as well as one to the Malfoy family rejecting their offer. Plans were made for the wedding and it was decided that it should take place a month from then on All Hallows Eve. Most of the court would be at the palace for the celebrations and it would be easy to plan a wedding feast into the festivities. Harry and Hermione pushed for the ceremony to take place early in the day so that that evening they could complete the Wizarding ceremony as well.

The next day Hermione woke feeling little different then she had before. Slightly confused as to where she was until the events of the day before came back to her. She looked down at her left hand and sure enough Harry's grandmothers wedding ring was perched daintily on her finger.

"My lady?" Abigail came into the room. "Young Lord Potter is here to see you."

"Oh thank you Abby, come help me into a robe." She pushed the covers down and climbed out of the plush bed.

"Actually my Lady he requested that you take your time and dress for the day. He said that he wished to go on an outing." Abigail walked to my closet and pulled a few of the appropriate dresses for me to wear.

It didn't take long for me to dress and I instructed Abigail to set my hair in a plain style, I guessed that Harry wished to go into Diagon Alley and so I holstered my wand up the sleeve of my gown and grabbed some of the hidden money in my expanding trunk. I pulled on my large cloak and walked into the sitting room outside of my chamber and Harry was reclining on the sofa.

"Are you ready?" He asked smiling and offering me his arm.

"Yes I do believe I am." I said taking his arm.

We walked through the palace and into the streets of London speaking little, mostly just enjoying each other's company. We stepped into the Leaky Cauldron and made our way through the back, saying hello to a few people we knew inside.

Around two in the afternoon Harry pulled Hermione into Gringotts.

"I just need to pick something up." He said.

As it turned out that something was actually a key to his vault for her.

"Harry I can't take your money!" She exclaimed when he produced the golden key.

"And why not?" He asked. "You're to be my wife. What's mine is yours; I want you to have it. That way I know you'll never want for something." He pulled her into an alley. "Come there is something else I need to speak with you about."

He took her hand and apparated them to a heavily wooded area somewhere in the countryside.

"There is something I must tell you Hermione." He sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"Harry what's wrong? You can tell me." She said.

"You know those long trips I take? How I'm gone sometimes for months on end?" He asked.

"Yes." She said. Those were some of her most lonely times. In the past she had assumed he was just hiding out as she did, practicing his magic in secrecy.

"Well there is a reason my father is so close to the King. He and I are…we are his personal spies."