On a White Horse
by VirtualFaerie/MalfoyMyFerret

Rating: PG
Ship: Harry & Hermione
Canon: Books 1 - 4
Genre: Romance
Status: Complete
Length: 1,627 words in 1 chapter
Published: 8 May 2003
Last updated: 8 May 2003

"You're my Prince Charming. I always thought he would come on a white horse, but you came on a Firebolt."

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/455/

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A/N:  *hangs head* I know. I shouldn’t have written this. It’s incredibly fluffy. *stomach lurches* But… I couldn’t help
myself, I really couldn’t. I owe this idea to Erik, for being such a good husband. He did this sort of thing himself.
*beams* (Note: Erik is not my husband. I am 14, much too young to be married.) Oh yeah, this is my first H/Hr, please
don’t kill me. *wibbles*

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On a White Horse

by VirtualFaerie

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Harry fished the ring out of his pocket and handed it over to the jeweler. It had taken him a few months to actually
come up with the money to buy his wife a new ring. After having to pay for all of his supplies during Hogwarts, and
paying to put himself through Auror training, he hadn’t had much money left.

“Thank you, Mr. Potter. Now which lovely ring will you be purchasing for your wife?” the jeweler asked.

Harry scanned the rings locked away under their gleaming glass cases. One caught his eye, it was exactly the kind of
ring she would like. It was a rose gold ring with a square diamond set in the center, two smaller ones siding it.

“That one,” he said.

--

“Will you marry me?” he asked, from his crouch on bended knee.

She grinned, tears glistening in her eyes. “Of course,” she held his hand with the ring in it and pulled him up to her
for a kiss.

He pulled away after a moment. “You know, as soon as I get more money, I’m planning on buying you a new ring.”

She shrugged. “I’ll be happy with whatever you give me.”

­--

He hoped that she hadn’t wanted to keep the ring he had given to her when he proposed. He had traded it in to help him
buy the new ring. Aurors didn’t make that much money.

“That one,” he said, pointing to the ring.

The jeweler nodded. “Good choice, sir. I’m sure she’ll be very pleased with it.”

--

“Where’s my ring?” she called from the bedroom.

“What?” he said, turning a page in the  Daily Prophet.

“I took it off last night when I was cooking… I haven’t seen it since,” she said. She walked into the living room and
took a seat next to him on the couch. “You wouldn’t happen to know where it is, would you?”

“What? Me?” Harry said, assuming an innocent look. “You wound me, Hermione.”

Hermione laughed and shook her head, getting up to search the kitchen.

--

Harry paid the jeweler and made his way out of the shop. He had two more places to go before everything was finalized.

He Apparated to Ron Weasley’s, not bothering to knock as he entered the house. He got into the entry way, and called
out: “Ron, ok?”

He heard the door of Ron’s study swing open, and he said, “Yeah, go on.”

Harry nodded and left the house.

--

“You’re my prince charming,” she said one night when they were lying in bed. He ran his fingers through her hair,
massaging her scalp languidly.

“Am I?” he said, chuckling.

She nodded sleepily. “I always thought that he would come in on a white horse, but you came on a Firebolt.” She laughed
to herself. “Not too far off.”

--

He walked out to the stables and found a picnic basket lying on a table right near the entrance. He picked it up and
found the horse. Cobalt. He climbed on top of the horse lithely, pulling the basket up with him and rode off into a
field behind Ron’s house.

He stopped Cobalt and got off, setting the picnic basket down in the grassy field, making sure to cast a protective
spell over it.

--

She came in, wide-eyed and worried, “Are you sure you haven’t seen my ring?” she asked.

He looked up at her, starting to feel guilty. She had been stressing about it all week. “I’m sure you just misplaced it,
Mione,” he said.

She sighed and dropped her heads dejectedly. “But I’ve looked  everywhere.”

“Maybe you accidentally left it at Delia’s when you where helping her plant flowers,” he suggested. “I’m sure you’d find
it if you went over there.”

Hermione perked up slightly. “You know what, you’re probably right, I did take it off then.”

--

Harry cantered around the corner of Ron’s house to the gardens, where he could see Delia Weasley and Hermione bent over,
raking through the dirt, looking for Hermione’s ring.

Delia saw him first and practically punched Hermione in the shoulder trying to get her attention. Hermione glanced up
from the flower bed and glared at Delia, “What?”

“Look!” Delia pointed in Harry’s direction. He urged the horse forward a bit, closer to Hermione.

Hermione’s eyes got huge, almost popping out. “Wha—What are you on?” she spluttered, standing up quickly, all the dirt
in her hands falling to the ground.

The corner of Harry’s mouth took and upward lilt. “A horse,” he said woodenly.

“I can see that, Smarty Britches,” said Hermione, putting her hands on her hips.

“Come on,” Harry said, tilting his head to the side. “Get on.”

Hermione blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Harry grinned. “I’m not.” He held out his hand to her. “Come on.”

Hermione eyed his hand dubiously and took hold of it, hearing Delia coo. She turned back and Delia winked at her.
Hermione shook her head and allowed Harry to pull her up behind him on the horse. She gripped his waist firmly.

“Now why are you on a horse again?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” said Harry, getting Cobalt to take off towards the field.

Hermione laughed behind him. “I never thought I’d see the day when Harry Potter would be riding a horse. And a white one
at that.”

--

“You’re my prince charming.”

--

Harry stopped Cobalt near the picnic he’d set up earlier and climbed off. He put his hands around Hermione’s waist and
helped her to the ground, leading her to the blanket on the ground.

Hermione’s hands went up to her cheeks. “What’s this?”

“A picnic,” said Harry, pulling her down on the blanket next to him.

“What have I done to deserve all of this?” she said wildly, looking around. “It’s so… romantic.”

Harry grinned and reached into his pocket, pulling out the velvet blue box. He popped it open and showed Hermione the
ring.

“Oh gods,” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. She began to tear up as she looked from the ring to Harry and
back to the ring. “You didn’t.”

Harry was getting slightly worried. He frowned. “You don’t like it? If you don’t like it, I could always get the other
one back….”

“Not like it?” she shrieked, grabbing the box from his hand and ripping the ring from it, sliding it onto her left ring
finger. “I love it.” A tear trickled down her cheek.

“I love you,” she said, reaching over and wrapping him up in a hug.

“I love you, too,” said Harry, pulling her back and looking at her, smiling. “I’m glad you like it.”

Hermione sighed happily and Harry leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

-Fin-

A/N: I was in the mood to write something fluffy. Now I must go and fix myself with some angst. *stomach lurches yet
again from all the fluff*

vf

Review, Kiddies! I loff you.
