A Beautiful Morning

A Beautiful Morning

By Vickles

Disclaimer: JKR, I know! I admit it! I stole your characters! Please forgive me!!! I promise I'll give them back, I just wanted to use them for my own entertainment for a bit! Please don't sue me! I don't have any money to give you!!!

A/N: Okay, this is pretty much just to hold you guys over for the one or two more weeks until I post my angst fic that has been a long time coming (Actually, there have been a couple that I've been writing, not just one; I just haven't been able to decide what to post!!!). I'm not sure how long it will be. It may be a few chapters, or a one shot, I haven't decided yet.

Anyway, this has been sitting in my “finished” folder for a while now, and, alas, I have come up with no more ideas to make it longer, and, to be honest, I rather like it the way it is. Please read, review, and enjoy!!!

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“Hermione?” Hermione rolled over on the bed, slowly opening her eyes to see Ron kneeling next to her bed. “You awake?” She nodded. “You dressed?” She smiled and nodded again. “Good,” he said, pulling the covers off. She was wearing one of Harry's oversized t-shirts, courtesy of Dudley, and a pair of boxers with little wands on them, but this didn't bother Ron, who now lived with them in their apartment just outside of London.

“Harry needs your help downstairs with something. He says you don't need to get dressed, and, er, you look perfect in that.” He cleared his throat, apparently uncomfortable relaying this message.

“Thank you, Ron,” She stood on her tip-toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “It was very sweet of you to come wake me.” He blushed furiously as she headed out the door and down the stairs.

“Yes, Harry, you-” She stopped in her tracks. Harry stood, in the middle of the living room, clad in his pajamas, holding a single white rose. “Harry, what is this?” She asked as she slowly crept closer. “Please tell me I didn't forget our anniversary!” Harry grinned boyishly and shook his head slowly.

“Stay right there,” he said when she was about two feet from him, directly under the ceiling fan.

He smiled at her as he leaned back, never taking his eyes over hers, and flipped the switch. Down came flying hundreds of red rose petals, falling as they fell from atop the spinning fan. She reached her hands up, smiling, and caught a few in the air. After a moment she realized she hadn't been breathing and began to use her lungs again. It was like a dream. What was going on?

Harry waved his hand at the rose petals, “Toujours ancora,” and the petals froze in midair, creating a fairy tale wonderland in their living room.

She opened her mouth to speak but he lightly placed a finger over it. “I'm not finished yet.”

He held out the white rose and allowed her to take it, then picked up a blue towel from the coffee table and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. She smiled slightly, realizing it was the towel she had spilt butter beer all over on their first date. As she inhaled through her nose she could still faintly smell the drink. How was it possible that he still had it?

He slowly turned her around, guiding her shoulders in his hands. He stopped and untied it, “Keep them closed,” he said. He moved her one step forward.

“Okay, open them,” He let go as she opened her eyes.

There, in front of her were levitated hundreds, or perhaps even thousands of, she looked closer to see what it was, cheerios, put together strategically to form the words, “Marry Me,” in the air. Hermione stared at it for a few moments, marveling at how long it must have taken him to levitate each individual cheerio into the air. How had he known it had been her favorite cereal as a child?

She spun around to see Harry kneeling on the floor with a small box opened. She choked down those darn happy tears as he spoke, “I tried to come up with a long romantic speech, but I think we both know that you're the better speaker here,” Hermione laughed slightly, “plus I figured I'd stutter anyway.” He smiled. “I decided the only way to do it was ask.” He paused for a moment and became more serious. “Hermione Granger, will you marry me?”

She tried to keep herself from jumping up and down as she nodded and he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. “Yes. YES!” She yelled as he stood up and she threw her arms around him, hugging him profusely. She didn't have enough air in her lungs to kiss him, so she showed the affection by squeezing him hard and cried tears of joy into his shoulder.

It was the best feeling in the world. Harry may have thought that his words weren't romantic, but to her ears they sounded more romantic than anything he had ever heard in her entire life. He had used cheerios, a towel, and roses, an unlikely combination, but perfect in her eyes. She was in nothing but a shirt and shorts, and he in his pajamas. Her hair wasn't brushed and there wasn't a spot of makeup on her, but still, in that moment, she felt more beautiful and happier than any princess in any storybook could ever be, and Harry was her prince.

She looked over Harry's shoulder to see Ron grinning boyishly as he watched them from the stairs, apparently trying to leave them alone in their moment. She held out an arm, inviting him in. He walked over slowly and she slapped him on the back when he arrived. “And you where in on this too!” He laughed and nodded.

She smiled. At the back of their minds they all knew that this was the beginning of just Harry and Hermione, and the end of their existence as the trio of friends. But, in a wonderfully corny way, when they stood their hugging, they were back at King's Cross, boarding the Hogwarts Express; just three kids, looking to the life ahead of them.

And they wouldn't have had it any other way.

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