"Hermione! Harry! It's been so long, come in now, don't worry about the soot, we have a couple more people coming yet, and I'll sweep later," Mrs. Weasley gushed as she ushered the couple into the kitchen.
"Everyone here as already started eating, so feel free to join them. Especially you dear," she pinched Harry's cheek, "you look like you've lost weight- have you been eating?"
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, Aurror training is pretty intensive though, so regardless of how much I eat, it'll be burned off."
"Well, we'll see about that, won't we." Mrs. Weasley grinned. Just then a crash was heard from the living room. "That's bound to be Remus and Tonks, with Teddy. I'll be back," and she hurried out of the room.
"Shall we?" Harry gestured.
Hermione just grinned as she took his arm and walked into the kitchen with him, wearing her favourite pyjamas, a large t-shirt and fluffy pyjama pants, adorned with small penguins.
"And then Uncle Charlie put me up on his broom and we went flying across the whole reserve! I saw so many dragons!" Teddy bragged.
Dinner was typical at the Burrow, there was plenty of food, people, and talking. So much, that no one noticed Harry had barely said a word the entire time. After Victoire had opened her presents, Harry had been trying to gather up the nerve to get Hermione alone for a moment, but before he could, a small box fell out of his pocket, along with the contents. Of course, this was when everyone decided to pay attention to him.
"Hey, mate?" Fred looked at Harry. "Is that yours?" He pointed at a ring, sparkling in the light.
"Yeah." Harry managed to choke out. It felt like all of the air in the room had suddenly disappeared from the room. He couldn't move, Merlin's beard, he could barely breathe! All he could do was stare at the ring that refused to stay in his pocket.
"Well, if you want to pop the question, I'd advise you do it now, everyone is staring, and Mum will be very disappointed if you don't do it now," Fred said from beside him, and somehow, this managed to pull Harry from his stupor. He quickly gathered the ring, walked over to Hermione,and got down on one knee.
"Hermione Jean Granger, this isn't how I meant for this to happen. I meant to take you on a date right after the party, and set up a romantic dinner, but fate never has liked me, so this will have to make do.
You are the only reason I am still alive, and I don't mean that in a sappy way. Without you, Ron and I would've died in the Devil's Snare, if we even found out who Nicholas Flammel was in the first place. If not then, the Basilisk would have killed me, Sirius would be dead, I would've failed all of the Triwizard Tasks, not to mention, if none of those killed me, Voldemort would've. So, uh, thanks for that." Harry paused a moment.
"You know, I had something really nice planned, and I can't remember what I was going to say, but my name isn't Harry Potter if I don't mess up something really badly before it has a decent ending, so here it goes.
I'm a Seeker in Quidditch, but I've been a Seeker off the pitch too. For as long as I can remember, I've been seeking a family, friends, and for belonging, and I've found them in you. You never leafed me- left me, and I couldn't imagine my life with you- without I mean. I couldn't imagine my life without you." Harry blushed a deep red as he realized what he said.
"The point I'm trying to make is that I like you a lot, and I guess if I'm stuck with someone for my entire life, you're not a bad choice, and this is getting worse the longer I drag this on, so, Hermione, would you do me the honour of being my wife?" Harry finally asked.
Hermione couldn't get the words to come out of her mouth, so she just nodded fiercely, as she smiled and tears ran down her face. Harry grinned as he slipped the ring on her finger, and brought his fiancée in for a kiss, only breaking apart when Bill and Charlie started whistling.
"I love you, Hermione," Harry murmured as he held her close in his embrace.
"I love you, too," Hermione grinned in reply, and the couple stood their for a while, as the Weasleys clapped, all the while standing in their pyjamas. Harry in his onesie, and Hermione, in a T-shirt and pants.
A/N: Yay! Engagement! Fluff! Cute! So this is my first sequel, and I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. I'm planning for this to be fairly short, about 3 chapters. Thanks to harmionereader for requesting a sequel. I have a lot of spare time right now, so if anyone has any request, I'll do my best to make it happen. Don't forget to vote, comment, and give me follow if you haven't already.
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