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Summer Writing Series Challenge
Challenge: A Proposal...
Title: A Promising Proposal

Sequel to "A Journey to You"

August 11^th, 1999

Dear Diary:

Today has been very eventful. It started off with me being extremely anxious, but as it happens it has turned out marvellously.

Well I was supposed to back in the country earlier this morning and had planned to make it to the Burrow just after noon. You know, fashionably late. But bloody Wilson was harbouring a rather dangerous and might I add rare Erumpent horn in his luggage. The bloody pillock thought he could bring it home and use it as a weapon, when it in actual fact all it did was keep us in Cairo for hours on end, being questioned before they would let us Floo out. I swear I don't know who let him on the exploration, if he had a brain cell he'd be dangerous. So there I was at the ministry in Egypt, pacing around, wanting more than anything to just be at the Burrow, where I knew all my family would be. It was killing me, just thinking about how I missed everybody so much, but the thing that was hurting the most was that I hadn't seen him for so long, his eyes or his hair or even his rather unstylish glasses. I assume you know whom I'm talking about; at least you should after all this time.

By the time we were back in London, I had missed pretty much all of the day and I felt awful. The only thing that kept my energy levels high was the fact that I was closer. As soon as we arrived at the grate, I immediately apparated to where I wanted to be, I didn't even take my things home, darn it I was anxious.

I don't really recall where I apparated to, all I remember was hearing Mrs. Weasley making some sort of speech and I think I arrived just in time because she mentioned my name. It was like a film or something…I was just there when I should have been…you know how I mean? Of course not you're a book and I presume you don't really watch many movies. Shut up Hermione. I digress. So anyway I stood there and I say something, I can't remember what, I'm sure it was terribly intelligent or witty though. From that point it was like time slowed down, I saw him, I saw Harry. He shot up from the table, startling a few people and making my heart pump vigorously at the mere sight. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could explain the feeling that shot through my veins when he looked at me the way he did, Yes I know, I Hermione Granger, book worm of the century, cannot find the appropriate words.

He walked towards me, I assumed it was a quick pace as he managed to leap a table, but it seemed like forever for him to get to me, I remember thinking: Come on, Hurry up! Put your back into it, or something to that extent. I would have moved myself but I seriously didn't trust my legs to cooperate, so I smiled, it was hard not to in retrospect. How can you not smile, when the love of your life is running to you with that look in his eyes. My arms must have reached out for him automatically because I was clutching to his neck as he picked me up off the ground. Now wait for the best part! Harry Potter kissed me, Hermione Granger. It wasn't an average kiss either, now I don't pretend to be an expert but I know the difference between a friendly--welcome--home kiss and a passionate I--want--you and need--you kiss. It was glorious, darn right magnificent and I never wanted to let go, but there was the matter of about 100 people staring at us with open mouths. Trust Harry to put on a show like that; he really does like to do things properly, doesn't he. Not that I'm complaining, of course.

The evening was amazing; everybody was in a wonderful mood. It was excellent, everybody was happy, especially me, probably due the fact that for most of the night Harry was by my side with his arms around my waist or our hands entwined.

But the best was saved for last. About an hour ago we sat down in the living room of the Burrow after cleaning up and bidding everyone goodnight, Harry had just finished snogging me senseless…sigh…when he looked me in the eye and squirmed a little, I could tell he was nervous. I asked him what was on his mind and he told me: he loved me. Now can you imagine my reaction? Bugger firebolts! Nothing and I mean NOTHING, had ever flown higher and faster than I did at that precise moment, it was exquisite. I would have loved to have seen my reaction because the next thing I remember was Harry looking at me anxiously; I think I must have been quiet for a while. Of course I told him how I felt before throwing myself at him with a bone crushing hug to which he embraced me laughing, kissing me once again. (Oh how I pray that doesn't get old.)

We laughed, our foreheads touching. Before his eyes darkened, I thought he was about to tell me something awful because he tensed up and cleared his throat nervously. But instead he proposed a proposition. One which made me smile contently and one which is yet to remove itself from my face, he told me that he couldn't bare to be apart from me (aww, good boy) and then told me that he wanted me to move in with him and if I did he would make it worth my while. Naturally my goofy smile told him the answer but I gave him a lip locker of a kiss for good measure.

So here I am at the Burrow, curled up in the arms of my wonderful, marvellous and amazing boyfriend. Heaven.

x H x

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