As the words left his mouth, the only thing that crossed her face, was a soft slow smile that could be called a true smile as it lit up the shadows of her face and made her eyes sparkle with, what must have been undeniable happiness.
Picking her head up off Harry's chest, she tilted it up so she could look into his eyes, where she saw only love, and a trace of fear, which was becoming more prominent the longer she didn't give him a answer.
"I know that it's sudden and we're still in school, but I just feel that it's the right time to ask you. You don't have to answer me straight away, I don't expect you to, just think about it." Harry rambled, not able to look her in the eye.
"Of course." Hermione said with a smile.
"I know that you would want to tell your parents first and I will go ask your father and all that, wait did you just say of course." Harry asked "Was that of course meaning I'll think about it, or of course, meaning yes."
"Of course meaning it would be an honor and a privilege to be your wife and have a family with you." Hermione answered, shocking the wizard who sat next to her.
As her answer finally reached his brain with the added delay to ask Hermione if she was sure. Harry did the first thing that came to mind and crushed to his body, giving a bone crushing that would rival one of Mrs. Weasley's any day. Burying his head in her neck, he whispered in her ear so only she could hear.
"I love you"
To which she replied. "I love you too."
Pulling away from the hug far enough so they were nose to nose. They leant forward and captured each others lips, slowly and caressed them against the others. Harry's tongue slowly ventured out of his to seek entrance to Hermione's mouth, which he was granted access, almost as soon as his tongue touched her bottom lip. Snaking their tongues passed each others lips, the tongue duel was on, each trying to assert dominance over the other. Breaking away as the need for oxygen become more pressing. Flushed faces, swollen lips and glassy eyes is how they looked after pulling away from the kiss.
Resuming their original position of Hermione's head on Harry's chest they hadn't noticed that they had an audience, up until the point, where they looked across the room to the big old oak door.
"Don't mind me I was just returning this book, when I saw you two in here." Came the voice of Remus Lupin, the last living Marauder.
"No it's alright Professor."
"Hermione please call me Remus or Mooney, I haven't been your professor for four years now." Remus said as he took a seat near the couple on the couch.
"Okay Remus."
"Hey Remus, I was just wondering if you knew what happened to my parents wedding rings." Harry asked, gaining the attention of Remus, who was just staring out of the window at the crescent moon.
"Harry your parents wedding rings were given to me, they said in their will that it would be my responsibility to give you them when you were ready. Now if I'm correct congratulations are order. So congratulations and since I'm the last Marauder I give you my consent, not that you need it, just I think it's my place after Sirius, cause I know that Sirius would have no problem with you two marrying. In fact if I remember correctly all the members of the Order have an ongoing bet as to when you two would either get together or get married." Remus answered, also throwing a couple more pieces of information.
"Thank you Remus, I agree that it is your place as the last Marauder and the man I know consider my Godfather to give me your consent so thank you." Harry said smiling, with tears in his eyes at the mention of his late Godfather.
Whilst the two men spoke Hermione sat back and watched the interaction between the two. Realizing that they needed to be alone to sort some things out and grieve the loss of Sirius, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen where she found the Youngest Weasley child with the ever vibrant Auror, Tonks.
"Well lookie here, look who finally managed to get out of bed this morning, although I don't blame you." Ginny teased as she watched the older girl take a seat next to her, with a slightly pink tinge to her cheeks.
"Yes that's right Ginny, but now we really need to get down to some serious girl talk." Tonks exclaimed, startling the two other girls.
"Tonks is right Mione, whats the dish on Mr. Potter. We want all the details. You ain't leaving this room until we are satisfied with your answers." Ginny added to Tonk's rather loud statement.
Blushing at the thought of some of the questions she knew were heading her way, Hermione volted out of her seat and tried to make her way towards the kitchen door, only to be blocked by a short red head and a tall bubble-gum pink haired woman, with a serious case of the giggles.
"Well by the look on her face our Mr Potter has nothing to worry about in the mmmm department." Ginny teased, making Hermione turn an even brighter shade of red, with each passing second.
"Now now Hermione no need to get all shy on us we know you've done the nasty all over the house, if the incident in the kitchen is any indication. So what is he like in the sack?" Tonks asked in a light teasing tone, which added to Hermione's discomfort.
"To answer your questions yes he is above average, and yes he is amazing in the sack. Now I won't be answering anymore of your questions, so there's no point in trying to get me to talk cause it won't work. If you don't mind I will now be leaving." Hermione announced before she pushed herself in between the woman to reach the door and make her exit.
In her wake she left two very shocked women, who were shocked not by the information because that would be used for teasing later on, but the flat out refusal to answer anymore question and the tone of finality in her voice.
"That didn't go quite as planned did it." Tonks whispered, being the first of the two to recover from the shock of the past 5 minutes.
"Mmmmmm" Came the response from Ginny, who was taking just a bit longer to come round from the verbal bashing they received.
"She does know we were joking right?"
"Who know's with Mione, she's very unpredictable when pushed intoi things she doesn't want to talk about, trust me I know from experience." Ginny said worridly to Tonks who now sported a look of fear at the tought of how many spells the brightest witch of her age could come up with inflict on them both.
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