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The Smartest Girl by AnimedGirl
Chapter 13 : The Proposal
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A/N: OMG BREAKING NEWS! I am planning on abandoning this story, BUT NEVER FEAR! I have a few more chapters already, which I will put up. I have 7 chapters planned (not written out just yet) of my new story, all about after Hogwarts. I think I may try and wrap up this story nicely, without leaving it with loose ends. I may do a flash-forward, when they are all married in Hermione’s POV, to end things. I’m so sorry, but I'm not feeling the story, its too random :( my new one will be very planned out and stuff, so its ok :) love you all so much for sticking with me through such an unplanned story :S <333


***Seamus’ P.O.V.***



Hermione had quickly taken up the job of being wedding planner. I didn’t mind, but I don’t think she fully understands that this is my wedding. God help Ron when the two of them get married… Everyone had agreed that we would use Dr. Filibuster’s Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks to spell out ‘Will You Marry Me?’ in the air, before everyone else lights up the evening with a lumos spell. It was going to be… well, magical! After that, I would clear it all up by declaring that I am a wizard. Although, maybe I should tell her first, then propose? Or maybe I should tell her while I'm proposing to her… Oh, Merlin… What am I going to do with myself?



“Seamus? Did you hear me? I said, maybe we should get some Aviatomobiles flying around, with mini-banners, with all your promises? Or is that too naff?” I looked at her blankly for a second, and then realized she was talking to me.



“No, she likes old-fashioned muggle cars. Especially the red convertimabubbles” Hermione laughed and corrected me; “convertibles?”



“Yeah, them.”



“Well, I can check the stocks, but we may just have to use the blue robins, as the red ones sell out pretty fast.” I nodded, and carried on sketching out the idea I had for what the sky will look like, once the fireworks go off. I want to make sure she will be blown away, and will feel like the most important person in the world. It’s the least she deserves.



A few hours later, everyone decided a lunch break is in order, and that we needed to go out somewhere. After some argument, we all disapparated into a dark alleyway in Central London, on the lookout of a restaurant big enough to fit such a large crowd. There must have been at least 20 of us. Eventually, we found a bar, which had a party table set up in a corner. We asked the bartender if we could take a seat. He looked miffed at first, but when he saw the amount of people with us, I think he realized that there was no way in Merlin’s pants we would be able to get lunch anywhere else. After handing out menus, and taking drink orders, the waitress left us (she looked at Ron quite soppily, so Hermione sat even closer to him, and kissed his cheek, making it clear he was taken. The waitress looked at her as though she were ready to slit Hermione’s throat, but the look she returned was so evil, Voldemort himself may have cowered in fear).



Once the drinks arrived, we all began to engage each other in conversation. I turned to Luna and Neville, who were having a heated debate about whether or not Nargles eat away dead brain cells. I decided to just make sure things didn’t get too passionate, by keeping it fun. Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny were talking, lacing their fingers through each other’s, as were Ron and Hermione. After a while, I scooted my chair over to Dean, who seemed to be having a light-hearted conversation with Lee Jordan, George, and Oliver Wood (who we had invited over while debating where to go for lunch). About 10 minutes later, the waitress arrived again. She began with Ron, and, with fluttering eyelashes, asked him politely what he would like. Ron did a very good job, I must say – he kept his arm around Hermione at all times, looked at the menu as much as possible, and tried to sound hostile, without being rude. She went around anti-clockwise, before ending with Hermione, giving her a sickly-sweet smile.



“And for you?” she asked.



“I’ll just have another cup of Jasmine Tea, and a Cæsar Salad.” She said, giving the waitress her death look again. I really must remember not to annoy her, that face could easily terrify anyone. Pretty soon, everything returned to normal, and we were all enjoying our food. Hermione was praising Ron, which he reciprocated (I think he was just scared she may look at him with the Death Face). After paying the bill, we left. Nobody wanted to return to Grimmauld Place just yet, so we all went to Regent’s Park for a few snowball fights, and a Battle-of-Who-Can-Make-the-Biggest-Snowman-Without-Magic. We all coupled up, and rolled up large body pieces on the ground, and had to keep our wands in our pocket at all times (Hermione swore she would hex any cheaters into the next century. I don’t think anybody would be stupid enough to think she was joking. There’s a spell for that.)



It soon got dark, however, and so we returned back to Grimmauld Place, in hope of another Exploding Hot Chocolate. Our wishes were granted, and we were all around the fire, drinking the hot liquid, eating a whole bunch of incredibly unhealthy, and incredibly delicious snacks. Another Muggle film played, and we all fell asleep on the various sofas and chaises again. We can plan more tomorrow.



Hermione woke us all up bright and early, (that is, if you’d call 2pm bright and early) to plan some more. After about an hour and a half, we had completed all the orders for supplies, planned everything, and sent Molly an owl to create a couple bits and bobs. This was going to be an amazing proposal. But how are we going to beat it for the wedding? Hold your horses, Seamus. You haven’t even asked her, she may decline! This is going to be a lot trickier than I imagined…



A few days later everything was set up. I had called Caitlin, and she agreed to come over later today, after her shift was over. I sat in front of the TV all day, not paying attention to what I was watching. People came and went, Hermione was running around the house, cleaning everything, while Harry and Ron played a game of wizard chess. The clock chimed 5, and I heard a car door slam outside the building. I walked out to meet Caitlin.



I offered her my arm shakily, and she took it, looking confused. Instead of inviting her in, I took her through a gate on the side of the building into the backyard, as cars zoomed around our heads. I heard Caitlin mutter to herself, but my heart was thrumming too fast for me to hear her. We stepped into the gondola that had been set up in the large, perfectly groomed garden, and I sat her on a bench. I got down on one knee, and said:



“Caitlin Elizabeth Graham. I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you in the pub down in Ireland. I have continued to love you, and promise to love you forever more. Please, Caitlin, will you marry me?” I took out the box, and opened it. She looked disappointed, as there was nothing in it. Just at the moment she was about to say something, a bright red convertimabubble car zoomed down, with the ring tied to a piece of red string. I quickly untied it, and held it in the palm of my hand. I felt tears stinging in my eyes, but I blinked them away. I’ll save them for later. She looked at me, and smiled. Her hand slowly came out from their crossed formation, and she held her ring finger slightly higher than the rest of them.



“Yes!” fireworks zoomed up to the skies, and burst in explosions. At the last minute, I told George I didn’t want the fireworks to declare my love. I wanted to do that myself. I slid the ring down her finger and stood up. I kissed her passionately, and whispered, “I love you” in her ear. She looked troubled.



“Seamus, there is something I must tell you before we get married.”



“So do I. You go first…”



“Okay… I’m-“

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