The Black Box by MagicalKira

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 25/09/2007
Last Updated: 25/09/2007
Status: Completed

Harry's trying to figure out a way to propose to Hermione. No real spoilers to any of the
books.




1. The Black Box
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The black box in Harry’s pocket felt as though it was burning a hole in the fabric. He also had
this feeling that everyone he talked to throughout the day, Hermione included, knew his plans for
the dinner that evening. Under the pretense of celebrating Hermione’s success of discovering the
cure for prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus Curse.


Now he sat waiting for Hermione to finish getting ready and he was trying to figure what exactly
to say, when she came out of her room. To say that Harry's jaw hit the floor would be an
understatment. She looked absolutely bloody beautiful! He forgot everything at that moment,
including the incriminating black box. “Gods Hermione, you look…absolutely beautiful!” Harry
exclaimed, nearly speechless.

“Why thank you Harry. I must say, you look rather handsome yourself.” Hermione replied,
smiling.

“Shall we go then?” And they went to a muggle Italian restaurant named Cugino’s for dinner.

All through dinner, the couple could feel a bit of awkward tension that Harry tried to hide, and
Hermione tried to find. Eventually, Hermione confronted Harry after the dessert order was taken.
“Harry, what’s bothering you?” She asked.

“Noth- -“ He began to say, but was cut off.

“Don’t you dare tell me nothing Harry James Potter!” an irate Hermione interrupted. “It’s
obviously something. Now out with it!” she exclaimed.

Harry sighed. He did not want to propose like this, but there was little else he could do or say
to calm Hermione enough. “I wanted to wait until after dessert was eaten to ask you this but here.”
He said, putting the black box in the middle of the table.

“Harry is this…” Hermione began, almost as though afraid to ask.

“Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?” Harry asked in answer, getting down on bended
knee.

For the first time in her life, Hermione was absolutely stunned. She could only nod her head in
assent before giving one of her patent bone crushing hugs.

Harry then slipped a ring that had only seen one other finger in the past twenty-five years.
Lily Potter’s ring fit the future Hermione Potter’s finger perfectly, firming all beliefs that both
were more than a little alike. The marriage of Harry and Hermione was one that would match, and
surpass that of James and Lily.