Hopscotch: rollercoaster (word), garden (word), poisonous green (word), "Was it necessary to throw up on my shoes?" (dialogue)

January Event: Harry Potter/Parvati Patil (Hard Pairing)

Gringotts Prompt Bank:

(Dialogue) "I don't want to be single, okay? I just want to be married!" [FRIENDS]

(word) Superstition, (object) Strawberries, (word) Funeral, (word) Tease [Word Set Prompts]

"Falling in love is so hard on the knees." - Aerosmith [Love Quotes]

"When love is not madness, it is not love." - Pedro Calderon de la Barca [Love Quotes]

Harry/Parvati [Harry - Pairings]

"Honey, are you sure you're okay for dinner? You're looking a strange colour," Parvati told him, worried. He really didn't look healthy. His skin had a tint, similar to the poisonous green that was in one of her failed potions; subtle, but there.

"I'm good," he promised. "It's our anniversary, so we have to celebrate it!"

They did go to dinner and he managed to keep his food down, so she presumed that he was okay and it was just the lighting. Throughout their meal, they managed to tease each other; the strawberries that he hand fed her played a huge part in how she teased him. The way his eyes darkened when her teeth scraped against his thumb or the way the juice trickled down her chin was proof enough for that.

"Let's go," Parvati said quietly after she noticed the sweat beading on his forehead. "I think it's time we went home."

They chose to walk home, hoping the fresh air would make him feel better. Since they apparated to their local restaurant, they knew that his stomach wouldn't hold if they travelled that way and the floo was just as dodgy. During the walk, Parvati couldn't help but avoid stepping on the pavement cracks, amusing Harry as she believed in the superstition of it breaking her mother's back.

It was once they reached their garden that Harry took a change.

His stomach was flipping as if he was on a rollercoaster and he took a deep breath.

"Parvati, I have loved every single day that we have spent together. We've had such good times and-"

"Are you breaking up with me?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"No!" Harry replied, shocked. "I don't want to be single, okay? I just want to be married!"

He then, promptly dropped to his knees and threw up.

"Okay. Ew!" Harry retched and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Baby, are you okay?"

He groaned. "Falling in love is so hard on the knees." Parvati chuckled.

"I think that might be due to the force that you threw yourself down with so that you could throw up." She grimaced as she moved her feet out of the puddle of vomit. "So that was a proposal, huh?" Harry nodded. "Was it necessary to throw up on my shoes?"

Harry's face scrunched up in a combined expression of disgust and apology. "Sorry?"

"Merlin, this is madness! My boyfriend of three years is proposing to me and he was so scared about it that he threw up on my feet. You're lucky I love you otherwise we'd be celebrating your funeral instead of a wedding."

"When love is not madness, it is not love." Harry paused. "Celebrating a wedding?" He gaped at her as she nodded, a huge grin splitting her face. "What are you saying?"

"Yes, I'll marry you!"