Proposal
"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Get off the broom, you fool."
Harry jumped off his broom with a cocky smirk and a sweep of his hair. "C'mon Hermione love! Please?"
"I am twelve years old, Harry Potter! I am not being betrothed! And certainly not to an arrogant idiot like yourself." Hermione stuck her nose in the air and marched out, Draco Malfoy faithfully at her heels.
Harry shrugged sheepishly. "She wants me."
"I don't know Harry… she seemed pretty certain."
"Don't be stupid, Neville. Don't worry, mate. She's totally yours." Ron slapped his friend's back.
"You're right!" Harry brightened and jumped onto his Nimbus again. "Hermione!" He shouted as he whisked out of the door.
The Great Hall giggled.