Finally finding a spot, Harry showed off his skills by 'expertly' parallel parking in-between two cars alongside a cobblestone path.
"Bet you didn't expect that huh?" Harry said, puffing his chest out in pride.
Hermione laughed at her boyfriend, slapping his chest playfully.
"Well I certainly didn't expect it to take you four tries to get into a easy spot, I'm just happy to get out of the car." She said, exiting the passenger side door. Once out she bent down and rubbed her sore thighs and cracked her back with a loud sigh.
"You old woman, next time we'll fly." Harry told her, exiting the car as well.
Laughing at her glare, he quickly moved over to her and swooped her up into his arms. With a yelp, she was suddenly in the air. She looked down and laughed at Harry, who smiled lovingly up at her. Dropping her back down, Harry looked up the street they had drove down.
"Come on, I saw a small cafe a little ways up. The walk will give us a bit of time to warm our legs up." Harry said.
"That sounds amazing." Hermione agreed with a nod.
Taking his hand, they made their way up the slight hill. As they walked past a number of small shops, they would occasionally enter one and browse for a moment, giggling as they did so.
Eventually they found the cafe that Harry had spotted. Seeing the outdoor seating, they made their way over to a small table right beside one of the windows looking into the small shop.
Harry, ever the gentleman, pulled a chair out for her to sit, gently pushing her chair forward when she sat. Sitting opposite her, he reached across the table for her hands.
A waitress walked over and dropped a menu for the pair, and asked them what they would like to drink in French.
As she was the one who understood, Hermione ordered for them both. Ordering a small latte for her and a small dark coffee for him.
She also ordered a chocolate eclair for herself, and a ham and cheese croissant for him.
Returning the menu's back to the waitress, they sat while waiting for their food.
"I should really learn French huh?" Harry said, looking at his girlfriend amazed. He had known she could speak it, but hearing it so fluently in person made him look at her with another layer of respect and adoration.
"Honestly Harry, it's only logical to know your neighboring countries languages. Or at least a bit. It will help more than you know." Hermione replied.
"Point taken." Harry agreed. "Quick, what is thank you in French?"
"Merci." She replied with a laugh.
"Alright, ok." He replied.
After a moment the waitress came back with their drinks and food. Setting it down onto the table, she gave them their order.
"Uhm, mercy." Harry said nervously with a terrible accent, making Hermione burst into laughter. The waitress looked at him confused for a second.
"Merci?" She asked Harry, who's face was blood red.
"Uhh yea. Sorry." He said quickly, grabbing his coffee and taking a long drink.
"It was not bad." The waitress replied, her English heavy with a French accent.
"Thank you." Harry said, staring into the table.
"Your English is very good." Hermione said. "Any pointers on my French?"
"The accent is off, but you spoke clear and quick. Like any true speaker. Good job."
"Thank you." Hermione replied with a bright smile. The waitress nodded her head and left. Hermione looked back over at Harry, who still refused to look anywhere else than the napkins on the table, and grabbed his hand.
"Next time will be better." She assured him.
"I don't think there will be another 'next time'." He replied back quick.
Hermione laughed again at his embarrassment, making him chuckle.
They dug into their food with gusto, making small talk as they ate. Finishing up, Harry paid and they left back down to their rented car.
"Alright, lets check into our hotel and then we can sight-see." Harry said as they walked down the slight hill.
"Sounds good."
"Merci."
"Yeah maybe stick to English for now."
"I hate you."
"Love you."
"Yeah mum these last few days have been magical." Hermione said into the phone.
Harry was currently helping an elder couple pack a few things into boxes and moving it into a truck. Hermione was taking that time to make a quick phone call back home.
"We've gone to see so many things, and tried so much different food. We also met this amazing couple down the road from our hotel who have been giving us a personal tour of the city. Harry is currently helping them pack up as their moving down south."
"So how much longer are you staying there?" Her mum asked.
"We should be leaving tomorrow morning." Hermione replied, watching Harry lift a large box to the couple's amusement.
"Well good luck. You deserved this trip." Her mum said.
"Thank you. I'll take you and dad here sometime."
"That'd be lovely dear."
"Alright, I've wasted enough time, I gotta leave you now." Hermione said finally.
"That's fine dear. Goodbye Hermione."
"Goodbye mum." Hermione hung up and returned the phone into the receiver. Walking over the group just as they were finishing up, she made her way to Harry's side.
"Hermione, your boy is something special. He just made an entire days worth of work last fifteen minutes." The elder woman told her amazed.
Harry blushed at the complement and looked down to the floor. Hermione grabbed his arm and looked at him lovingly.
"I know, he is something alright." Hermione agreed.
"It was nothing really. You both deserved it for putting up with us the past few days." Harry told them earnestly.
"Honestly, you both have made our last week in Paris something special. Thank you. Both of you." The elder woman replied, grabbing her wife's hand.
The woman grabbed a piece of paper and a pen off one of the boxes and quickly wrote down an address and a phone number.
"Here is our new information, please write or call or visit anytime. We would love to have you." She told them, giving Hermione the page.
"Thank you. We won't forget this, or you." Hermione replied back.
After a few hugs and goodbye's, the two elder women left down the road, leaving Harry and Hermione standing in front of their house.
"So how should we spend our last night in Paris?" Harry asked, looking over to Hermione.
"Let's figure it out over some lunch." Hermione told him, smiling at him.
"Alright."
Harry was nervous.
Extremely nervous.
The sun was about to set on the city, and they were making their way down the road to the Eiffel Tower. They had visited before earlier in the week, but Harry wanted to see it again.
Except this time, he wasn't thinking on the tower. Only on what was currently in his pocket.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft hand sliding into his, and his heart immediately slowed down.
"You okay Harry? You look nervous." Hermione asked him, looking at him with concern.
Harry smiled at her, eyes meeting each others.
"I'm alright. Just don't want this to end." He answered, tightening his hand around hers.
Hermione smiled back as they kept walking. After a few minutes they could see the tower. They stood for a moment, just looking at the giant.
As they stood looking at it, Harry noticed that the area they were in was extremely crowded with people all talking and laughing. He could feel Hermione shuffle uncomfortably beside him. Furrowing his brow, he looked over at her, who looked back at him with a look.
"There is a lot of people today huh." Hermione said, anxiously looking around.
"Yeah well it is Sunday. Everyone's day off, you know." Harry replied back.
"True." She responded, still looking around.
Harry sighed. Closing his eyes for a moment to think, he immediately thought of something better.
Turning them around, Hermione looked at him curiously.
"Come on, we saw it already. I want to spend our last night here alone with you. Not with them." He said, nodding his head over to all the people around.
Hermione nodded her head, then smiled at him.
"That sounds better, lets go." Hermione agreed quickly, taking his hand and dragging him down the street.
London, England
Walking down the familiar path, Harry was currently trying to keep his breathing under control.
His plan failed in France, but it was alright. He would just have to come up with something better.
Looking ahead and seeing their bench, he couldn't help his heart start to race seeing who sat there.
Walking up to her, who hadn't noticed him yet, he interrupted her.
"Whatcha reading?"
She jumped slightly, before seeing who it was. Smiling brightly, she jumped up and gave him a tight hug. Removing herself from him, she grabbed his hand and made him sit by her.
"Oh just a book that my lovely boyfriend got me for my birthday." She answered, beaming at him.
"Oh man, you're taken?" He asked.
"By the best man in the world." She said softly, leaning in to kiss him.
Breaking apart, she started to explain to him what the book was about, and he listened intensely.
Suddenly he moved off the bench and kneeled in front of her. Startled by the sudden movement, she looked at him.
"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" Harry asked, producing a ring from his front left pocket.
Hermione was shocked. Her mouth open and her eyes wide. Her mind was racing a million miles a minute.
Realizing she was just staring into his eyes, and that he was getting nervous, she leaped off the bench and into his arms.
"YES! FINALLY!"