A.N - So, I'm no longer in the Long Haul Competition as I had a bad bout of writer's block. However I will still try and update this at least tri-weekly. You're more than welcome to angrily spam my inbox if updates are slower than that!

This story is now entered in the 100k Multichapter Competition II on HPFC in which I will try to reach 100k words by March 31st 2015. So wish me luck!

Fred held out the pot to Colin, who picked a piece of paper from the top. 'Rose Zeller!' he said.

'Who the hell is Rose Zeller?' asked the twins in unison. They raised their eyebrows at each other and shrugged; it didn't really matter.

'Honestly, don't you two ever listen?' Hermione asked. They gave her a look that indicated that she'd just asked the most ridiculous question ever. 'Well, Rose was sorted this year. She's in Hufflepuff, ah, here she is now.' The young Hufflepuff had wandered towards the group, nervously looking behind her to her friends who were all cheering her forward.

'Oh! This little munchkin, nope, no idea who she is. Gred?'

'No idea, Forge. Do you even go to this school?'

'Um... yes,' Rose replied timidly.

'Fred, George!' interrupted Hermione. 'Can we get on with this, some of would like to sleep at some point tonight.'

'Fine. Colin, what's your dare for this unknown Rose?'

'I dare her to propose to all of her teachers, and then to Professor Dumbledore during the leaving feast,' said Colin a little uncertainly.

~o~

'Oh, I really don't want to do this,' moaned Rose. She stood outside Professor Flitwick's classroom with her classmates, waiting for the tiny Professor to appear.

'Stop complaining and just do it. You've gotten off lightly!' interjected Fred. He appeared from a hidden passageway in the wall, with his twin just behind him.

'Yeah, just because you're an ickle firstie-'

'Shut up, I'll do it,' she retaliated. Gryffindor courage suddenly coursing through her veins, she barged into the classroom.

'Miss Zeller,' squeaked the Professor. 'What brings you here in such a manner?'

'Professor Flitwick, I need to know. Will you marry me?' She gasped loudly, clapped a hand over her mouth, and ran out of the classroom. She ran past the twins who were howling with laughter, and left a very confused looking Professor inside the room.

'That's one down, Rose!' shouted one of her friends, with encouragement.

'Yeah. And how many more to go?' she responded sarcastically.

'I don't know... McGonagall, Umbridge, Snape, Sinistra-' Emily said, as she counted them off on her fingers.

'Umbridge,' she breathed. 'I didn't need an answer, Emily. I'm going to get so many detentions...' she wailed.

'Detentions for what, Miss Zeller?' a voice interrupted.

'Oh, Professor Sprout! Um... nothing.'

'Now, now, Dear. You know we value honesty in the House of Hufflepuff,' the jovial witch said.

'I know, Professor. I'm just nervous...'

'About what, may I ask?'

'I just don't think you'll say yes to my hand in marriage.' Emily burst out laughing, unable to contain herself any longer.

'I'm sorry, Miss Zeller, but I will have to say no on this matter. Perhaps you'll have more luck with someone a little younger than I, but don't worry, you can count on me to put in a good word.' The Head of Hufflepuff walked away, chuckling to herself at the now silent First-year.

'Professor Snape.' Rose raised her hand. 'Can you help me?' The surly Potions professor walked slowly towards the First year Hufflepuff with a grimace upon his face. Rose gulped almost audibly but faced him head on as he approached.

'Yes, Miss Zeller, and how exactly may I help you?'

'You... you can help me by... by...'

'I don't have all day to deal with your mediocre ability in Potions,' Professor Snape drawled.

Riled by his dismissal of her work, Rose pulled herself up to her maximum height, small as it may be, faced him directly and spoke, 'You, Sir, can help me by marrying me.' The class erupted in laughter but Rose still kept eye contact with the Potions Master.

'Detention, Miss Zellar, and twenty points from Hufflepuff for being rude.'

'I told you I'd be getting detentions.' Rose lifted an eyebrow towards Emily. 'What's my Mother going to say?'

'Probably be more worried about your interest in older men,' Emily relied, with a smirk.

'Ew! Shut up Emily! That's gross!'

'Speaking of gross, Rose. Look who it is.' Rose followed the line of Emily's sight and saw Professor Umbridge.

'You can't say that, Emily. She'll get you.'

'I'd like to see her try,' Emily said determinedly.

'Seriously, Em, my Mother works near her in the Ministry. She comes home with the most terrible stories.'

'And you have to propose to her...' Emily didn't say anything else but she needn't have to. Professor Umbridge was most definitely the teacher that Rose feared asking the most; she'd heard the rumours from students who had had detention with the Defence teacher. She didn't want to have to write in her own blood but she didn't see any other outcome from the situation she was in.

'Maybe, if I write it and send it to her. Do you think that would work?'

'Possible, Rose, but will the twins allow it?'

'Can't see why not, it's still proposing, right?' Her mind set on this new course of action, Rose hurried over to the nearest flat surface and pulled out a piece of parchment. She un-stoppered her bottle of ink and paused briefly before concocting the letter.

My Dearest Dolores

Words cannot describe the feeling that run through me when I see you. I need to be yours forever, will you marry me?

Yours forever

RZ

'That'll be fine, right?' Rose asked Emily, who was keeping watch for the toad-faced professor.

'Brilliant!' was the reply that came back to her. The two girls ran off towards the Owlery with the letter firmly clasped between Rose's hands.

The next morning found Professor McGonagall walking towards the Hufflepuff table with a stern look on her face.

'Miss Zeller, Professor Umbridge has received some very strange post this morning. Do you have any idea what this could be?' she said in a curt voice, but Rose could detect the hint of a smile.

'No, Professor,' Rose replied in the most innocent voice she could muster, whilst trying not to laugh.

'As what she received ends in your initials, and you're the only person in the school with those initials, I have to assume it was you, Miss Zeller.'

'Ok, it was me, but does this mean it's a no from her?' Rose attempted to keep a straight face, but having Emily beside her unable to contain her laughter, it was proving to be quite tricky.

'Yes, Miss Zeller, it does seem that way, doesn't it?'

'Well, how about you? Is it a no from you as well?' Rose knew she was pushing her luck, but she had to ask the Transfiguration Professor at some point.

'Yes, Miss Zeller, and I ask you to refrain from asking anyone else. Your little escapades are becoming talk in the staffroom.' With that Professor McGonagall walked away, leaving an open-mouthed Hufflepuff behind.

History of Magic was never a fun class, but by the time Rose entered her fifth period lesson talk had been heard about her dare being completed. So the rest of the class was eager to see the young Hufflepuff propose to the ghost professor.

'Sir,' called Rose from the back of the room.

'Yes, Miss Weller,' replied Professor Binns in his monotonous voice.

'Will you marry me?' Rose decided that a direct approach would be best for the professor.

'Marriage? You want to learn about Merlin's marriage? Well, if you insist...' The class soon fell out of interest and the common practice of dozing during the hour commenced once again.

'Emily! I have the most ridiculous idea on how to propose to Sinistra, but you have to help me.'

'Ok, what do you want me to do?' Emily leaned towards Rose as the pair set up their telescopes for their Astronomy lesson.

'Keep her distracted for me, please, and away from us.'

'Can do, what you got planned?' Emily asked, her voice piqued with curiosity.

'Oh, you'll find out,' Rose replied mysteriously.

After half an hour, Emily caused a disruption by walking into some of the other telescopes. Rose took her chance and paid her telescope more attention...

'Professor Sinistra,' called Rose with innocence laced through her voice. 'I seem to have an odd constellation, can you have a look for me?'

'Certainly, Miss Zeller.' The professor looked through the telescope, paused for a few seconds and then spoke quite calmly, 'Get out, and take your friend with you.'

'But Profess-'

'Out, don't make me repeat myself again.' The girls packed their bags and quickly left the classroom, Rose attempting to stifle a giggle and Emily looking confused.

'What did you do?' Emily asked once they were out of earshot.

'Printed the proposal on the lens.' Rose smiled at her own ingenuity.

'Brilliant! But you know what that means?'

'That's all of them!' shouted Rose, relief clear in her voice as they exited the Astronomy Tower. She shook her hand expectantly, but the little slip of paper didn't fall. 'So why won't this damn piece of paper fall off? Oh!... Oh...' A thought came to her mind. 'Dumbledore...'

Her friends giggled. 'Can't wait to see you do that, Rose!' said Emily, as she tried, and failed, to stop herself from laughing at her best friend.

'Oh god! Everyone's going to be there, I better make it spectacular then...'

~o~

'Well that's crap!'

'Fred! George! Please?'

'Sorry, Hermione,' replied George, with little remorse. 'Alright, Rose, pick the next name out.' Rose, quiet throughout the whole exchange plucked a name from inside the pot. She said a name noiselessly, and walked back to her spot.

'Hang on a minute! We didn't get that, come back and speak into my wand. It's like a microphone, see?' Blushing furiously, Rose ran back and shouted the name into Fred's wand...

A.N - Don't forget to send in your suggestions. The wackier the better!