A/N: Yes, Harry is a bit dense, but most preteen boys from good families are. Yes, he did defy Minerva, but she will find out soon and ground him. I so want Minerva to catch Harry and Ginny in the act-as in making out! I think I will say that Harry is fourteen and Ginny is thirteen-I think that is appropriate-seventh and eighth grade?

Severus paced around his dungeons late that night, trying to figure out how he could propose to Minerva. He wanted to be romantic and enchanting, but he was neither of those. He was a former death eater for crying out loud.

By dawn, he finally came to the conclusion to propose to her over breakfast.

Then morning came and Severus went into Minerva's chambers and served her breakfast in bed.

"Oh Severus, you shouldn't have," she smiled.

"I wanted to," Severus smiled. "There is an important matter I need to discuss with you. If there is anything that you want. If there's anything oh so true. Just call on me and I'll set you free, with love from me to you. I've got arms that long to hold you and keep you warm inside. I've got lips that want to kiss you and keep you satisfied. So, will you marry me?"

Minerva smiled and hugged Severus tightly. "Oh Severus! Yes! I will! I do want to marry you!"

Severus pulled Minerva into a passionate kiss.

"Oh Sev!" Minerva moaned.

Minerva and Severus decided to call Harry to the chambers. Minerva got dressed as Severus sent a patronus to the Gryffindor common room.

A few minutes later, Harry came down to the chambers. He saw his mother positively glowing and he knew that she was in a good mood. Maybe today, he could tell her that he took the invisibility cloak and snuck into Hogsmead.

"Harry, we have some exciting news to tell you," smiled Minerva.

"What is it?" asked Harry.

"Son, your mother has agreed to marry me," said Severus as a small smile played upon his lips.

Harry smiled even bigger. For the first time, he felt that his family was fully complete: he had a mother and a father who would look out for him and make sure that he was safe and happy.

"Well, I guess as a family, I should tell you my news too," said Harry.

"What is it son?" asked Minerva.

"Well, I took the cloak and went to Hogsmead," confessed Harry.

"Harry!" scolded Minerva. "How could you!"

"I wanted to go very badly and hang out with my friends," explained.

"Son, you are grounded!" Minerva stated. "No Quidditch Tournament this weekend!" "But mom!" protested Harry.

"No!" stated Minerva. Harry went back to his room.

"Oh I hope I was not too hard on him," sighed Minerva.

"You weren't," said Severus. "He needed to be disciplined."

Meanwhile, in the common room, Ginny saw Harry sitting on his bed.

"Hey Harry," she said cheerfully.

"Hey Gin," sighed Harry. "I told mum that I snuck into Hogsmead and now I am grounded from Quidditch."

"Bummer," said Ginny as she sat next to him. "I really do not care for Quidditch. Maybe we could, you know, hang out." Harry smiled and then Ginny smiled back at him. He is much cuter than Neville. I bet he is even more mature as well. I know he is if Aunt Minnie raised him.

Harry took Ginny's hand and held it.

On the day of the tournament, Minerva called Harry down to her office.

"I have to be at the tournament as part of my official duties. You are to wipe the tables off in the Great Hall without magic. I will know if you used magic," said Minerva as she handed him a muggle rag and bucket. "Have at it."

Harry took the bucket of water and the rag to the Great Hall. While he was wiping off the tables, Ginny came in and sat down at the table.

"Harry," said Ginny. "Are you almost done?" "Nope," sighed Harry.

"Let me help you," smiled Ginny.

Ginny helped Harry cleaned most of the tables until Severus came in and saw them.

"Weasley," said Severus coldly. "Potter needs to clean the tables by himself. Otherwise, he would not have learned his lesson." "Yes Professor," said Ginny.

"Come on now, you should really be out there with your house," said Severus.

After Severus and Ginny left, Harry scrubbed the tables. He kept scrubbing until he met up with a reflection in the puddle, which was not his.

Harrrryyyy! it moaned. Haarrrryyy!