A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club February

Amber's Attic: 7- Octavia, The 100: (action) fighting

Lizzy's Loft: 24 - Still they look pretty good, hand in hand

Lyric Alley: 24 - (Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love)

Word Count: 602

"This was supposed to be a romantic get away, a chance to reconnect with each other," Hermione muttered, as the pair climbed out of the water and onto the shore. The midday sun beat down on them, warming them slightly from the freezing water.

"Running for our lives isn't romantic?" Severus asked, sitting up on the sand and wringing out the water from his hair. Hermione crawled up next to him and climbed to her feet. She swayed slightly, having had been in the water for several hours before the pair had finally found land.

"No," Hermione replied, crossing her arms across her chest. Her soggy shirt hung in tatters barely covering her bra. Severus pretended he didn't notice. Hermione glared at him, he looked back at her. A slight smile crossed her face at how pathetic the pair looked.

"You smiled," he stated.

"I did not! After we get back to the school, I'll sign the infernal paperwork and transfer to any other school, then we can be done with... whatever the bloody hell this actually is!" she yelled, stomping her foot in the sand. Her leg gave out and she fell onto the sand next to Severus. He helped her sit up, his dark eyes meeting her brown ones. She glared at him again, but this time, there wasn't much power to it.

"If that's what you truly want, Hermione. And as for what this is, it was, until now a courtship gone completely wrong apparently. I had hoped this holiday would go differently, " Severus commented, pulling a waterlogged box from his pocket. Hermione stared at him in disbelief, her eyes darting from him to the box in his hand.

"We nearly drowned, have had to run for our lives from former Death Eaters that want you dead for betraying them, nearly been eating by a giant squid, washed up Merlin knows where, and you're fucking proposing?" she screamed. Severus smirked watching her.

"Is that a 'yes' then?" Severus asked, popping the box open. He poured the water out of it to reveal a golden ring with a string of rubies, diamonds, and emeralds set into the thin band. It sparked in the sunlight. Hermione stared at it for a moment. She then looked back up at Severus.

"I should hex you into oblivion, Severus," she growled, before bursting out laughing. "This is completely mad, you know that?" she asked. Severus nodded.

"It is, it has been, and I'm most certain it will continue to be utter madness where we are both concerned," he answered. She shook her head, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"I guess we did reconnect in a way, I mean, what pair can survive all that and somehow end up engaged?" she asked, shaking her head. Her curls plastered to the sides of her face.

"That is true, and running for our lives is what we've done for most of them," he answered, sliding the ring onto Hermione's finger. She smiled looking at it.

"Let's say we go home, Severus? Maybe if we're lucky, only three people will attempt to kill us before we get back to Hogwarts?"

"I agree, although, I think it will be two people and one very, very angry badger. Although, first we should probably find out where we have washed up and hopefully something that resembles civilization," he replied. Hermione laughed, rolling her eyes. This holiday had most certainly been one for the record books, and as she looked at the man she had just agreed to marry, she realized she wouldn't have it any other way.