A/N- I am so sorry for taking such a long time. And not just for this chapter, the entire story.
Happily Ever After?
When Hermione woke up, everything was really bright. She faintly remembered what had happened before she blacked out. David had hit her with the killing curse. ‘Am I dead?’ she wondered, ‘Am I at wherever people go when they die?’ But then the pain came. Hermione knew that there was no way there was that much pain in death.
And then she began to hear the voices of people around her. Harry’s voice, almost hysterical, and the calm voices of other people trying to calm him. Hermione couldn’t hear the words, but she could tell by the tone the words were spoken with. She wanted to sit up, tell everyone she was fine. Hermione hated it when people worried over her. But she was in too much pain to even sit up. Finally she decided to stick with opening her eyes, and work up to sitting up.
Everything was blurry at first. ‘This must be what Harry feels like when he wakes up in the Hospital Wing, and someone has removed his glasses.’ Hermione thought, with a bitter smile. She blinked a couple times, and then she could see clearly. She was surrounded by healers.
When Harry noticed Hermione was awake, he rushed to her side, and the healers, seeing the need for privacy, left the room.
“You’re all right.” Harry said, sounding relieved.
“Yes, I am alright, if hurting so much you wish you were dead is alright.” Hermione said with a grim smile. “Honestly, I don’t get how you can stand getting injured all the time.”
“It’s not my fault.” Harry defended, though his tone was playful. “Trouble-”
“Finds you, not the other way around. I know, I know.” Hermione interrupted, her tone also playful. There was a silence for a moment, but not an uncomfortable silence. It was the silence two people who are close have, when all that needs to be said is understood without needing to be spoken.
Finally Hermione couldn’t stand it any more. She began to try to sit up again, with Harry aiding her.
“What exactly happened?” She asked, once she had moved to her liking.
“To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure. David’s- Harry’s hands balled up into fists at this, showing his anger at David- killing curse was coming towards you, but just as it was about to hit you, a glow surrounded you, and the curse backfired. After that you collapsed, and for one terrible moment I thought you were dead. Don’t ever risk your life, or the life of our baby, like that again!”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. It was just an instinct. Besides, you’re the one who has the ‘Saving People’ problem, so you’re one to talk.”
There was another pause again.
“And the baby? Is it fine?” Hermione asked suddenly, her bandaged hands going instinctively to her stomach. She couldn’t tell.
“It’s fine. It seems that I am no longer the only person to survive the killing curse.” Harry replied. Hermione smiled, feeling content.
Seven Months Later
“Please tell me?” Hermione begged.
“No! It’s a surprise. Besides, I told you already, I don’t know!” Ginny replied.
“Sure. I let you take me shopping, I let you insult my clothes, hell, I even let you give me a makeover. The least you can do is tell me!”
“Don’t tell me you’re still complaining about the shopping, the tips, and the makeover. I am never doing Harry a favor again, especially where it concerns you. And besides, you don’t swear. Everyone else does, but not you” Ginny said, emphasizing tips.
“Honestly, I have no idea what the man is planning. I mean, it’s not anything special tonight, and it isn’t our anniversary.” Hermione said, choosing to ignore what Ginny had said.
“You’ll see.” Ginny said with a mysterious smile.
“See! You do know!” But the red head girl was silent.
“Now, close your eyes, and don’t peak.” Harry instructed. Hermione sighed, but obeyed. She was curious to what Harry wanted, and she wasn’t willing to delay finding out any farther.
Harry took her hand, and led her up the stairs to the patio.
“You can open your eyes now.” Hermione obeyed, and gasped happily.
There was a small table set for two, with a vase of flowers, vanilla scented candles, and two- champagne glasses and a bottle?
Hermione opened her mouth to protest, and Harry lifted his hand to silence her. “Relax. It’s sparkling apple cider. I’m not completely clueless you know.”
“Oh Harry, it’s beautiful! Thank you! Now please tell me, what is all of this for?”
“Not until after dinner.” Harry said with a small smile. He pulled out Hermione’s chair for her, and once she was seated, sat down himself. Once they were both seated, and the “champagne” had been poured, food magically appeared. It was vegetable lasagna, and Caesar salad. It smelled delicious. Hermione, suddenly feeling ravenous, piled her plate with food.
Once it was done and the plates had magically disappeared, Harry took her hands in his. Hermione felt a shiver go up her spine, and it had nothing to do with the cold, or her sleeveless black dress.
“With all that has been happening lately, we’ve never got the chance to go on our honeymoon.” Hermione opened her mouth, about to tell Harry that she didn’t want a Honeymoon, but Harry silenced her with a look.
“I know we don’t need one, but I want one. Besides, it’s already been arranged. Next week, we are going to Italy.” Hermione gasped happily, not even feeling angry at Ginny. Or anyone else who had known for that matter. She leaned across the table and gave Harry a quick peck on the lips.
A/N- Kind of a fluffy chapter there, but I think they deserved it. So this story is almost over! I am so sad.