Fear gripped Hermione as she watched Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort battle in the middle of the Great Hall. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Voldemort attempt to use the killing curse against Harry. Her nails dug into her hand, drawing blood as the curse bounced back, striking Voldemort in the chest. She let out a small cry as he fell to the floor. A multitude of emotions flowed through her as she realised that it was finally over. Voldemort was dead. Shock and grief for those who had been lost quickly turned to delight as the truth of what that meant settled over her. With a cry of relief, she ran to Harry and threw her arms around him.
Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione and held her tightly to him. He tried to block everything but the girl in his arms out. He took Hermione’s face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, savouring the feel of her skin on her lips.
“What the bloody hell is going on?” Ron Weasley bellowed as he took in the sight before him.
With a soft sigh, Hermione broke out of Harry’s embrace and turned to look at their friend, but Harry spoke before she had the chance.
“What does it look like, Ron?” He asked before saying, “I’m holding my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend,” Ron spluttered. “Since when?”
“Since you decided to be a selfish prat again and run out on us,” Harry replied.
“I came back,” Ron argued.
“Probably because you were hungry and couldn’t find your way home,” Harry sniggered.
“I can’t believe you!” Ron yelled. “You already have everything, and now you stole my girlfriend!”
“I am not your girlfriend and never have been!” Hermione huffed.
“You knew I liked her, and you just had to steal her away from me,” Ron continued, ignoring Hermione’s words.
“I can’t steal what was never yours, Ron,” Harry replied calmly. “Hermione was never yours, and she deserves more than you could ever offer.”
“And you think you deserve her?” Ron scoffed. “A year ago, you were snogging my sister.”
“And you were snogging Lavender and didn’t seem to care about Hermione then,” Harry countered, “and that’s why you don’t deserve her. You don’t want her until someone else shows interest in her, like Viktor in fourth year. Hermione deserves someone who will listen to her, be there for her. Not someone who makes fun of her because she likes to read and doesn’t like Quidditch.”
“Hermione kissed me,” Ron replied smugly.
“But she’s going to marry me.”
“What?” Hermione said, spinning around and staring at Harry in shock.
Harry took hold of Hermione’s hands and brought them to his lips. Then he placed a small kiss on them before dropping to one knee.
“Hermione, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
Silence descended over the Great Hall as everyone waited for Hermione’s answer. Blinking back the tears, Hermione nodded her head frantically.
“Yes,” she cried, “yes, I’ll marry you,” and she threw herself into Harry’s arms again, crushing her lips to his.
Ron looked on, heartbroken, as Harry spun Hermione around in circles and she rained kisses all over his face.