Disclaimer: I'm just going to say this once: this story was taken from 'Sweet Home Alabama'. We do not own any of the characters mentioned below, except for Michael Lane.

Anything But Ordinary


They stood face to face in the Quidditch Pitch, with torrents of rain pouring on their faces. Seventh grader Hermione Granger smiled up at the boyish grin upon Draco Malfoy's face. His silvery blonde hair, now slick with rain water, reflected the light moonlight that shone upon the both of them. The both of them had just made up after a big fight and now, they simply didn't care whether they were standing in the rain, completely and totally drenched and soaked with rain water.

Once again, Draco looked down at his long time girlfriend. He dug into the deep pockets of his black robes, fingered the round thing and fished it out. He knelt down and lifted his head high up, squinted his eyes, to look at Hermione's startled face.

"Hermione Granger." He declared in an important tone.

"Yes?" she half-whispered, as if knowing all of a sudden what Draco was up to, kneeling on one knee in front of her.

"Will you marry me?" This was it. Hermione knew that this day would definitely come.

A million thoughts ran through her head, rational and irrational both. Thoughts like the both of them being too young and Draco just being rash raked through her tangled mess of brown hair. But she tossed all these incoherent thoughts aside and went with the decision that made her spine tingle and her heart heal with whatever hurt it felt before.

She said yes.

End Flashback

23 years old Hermione woke up with a start on her bed. She felt for her alarm clock and saw that it was only three a.m. in the early morning. She sighed and clapped her hands, initiating the turning on of the lights in her room.

Hermione sat up straighter in her bed and rubbed her weary eyes. Getting out of bed, she walked to the bathroom and washed up. Just as she was about to drown her hair in shampoo, the phone in her living room rang.

"Damn!" she muttered, as she hurriedly wrapped her wet body with a towel.

She cursed all the way to the living room as she felt water dripping out of the towel. Then she cursed even louder when she saw who it was on the caller ID. It was Michael Lane. Hermione swore and hesitated for a moment whether to pull the cord out of her phone, when she picked up the phone and muttered into it.

"Hello, Michael."

"Hello, dearie. Have you finished the article about the Unforgivable Curses used on a stupid Muggle?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Michael-" she started in a matter of fact tone. "It's three a.m. the last time I checked."

"Yeah, I know. But you're awake still, right?" Michael pressed on.

"Yes, I have finished the article. I will send it to you by owl post tomorrow, all right?"

"Sure, honey."

Hermione was about to hang up when Michael's annoying voice sounded through the receiver again.

"Oh, and smoochykins? Are you free this Saturday?"

"Hell, no. Michael. I thought I told you I have a boyfriend?"

Michael shrugged on the other side, then remembering that Hermione couldn't see his shrug.

"Oh, right. The really famous Auror, huh? What's so great about that guy anyway? Just dump him."

Hermione hung up on Michael's ear. But that still didn't annoy Michael; that guy had the hide thicker than an elephant's. He smiled as he heard the dull tone of the phone in his ear.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. I'm gonna get you one day. Oh yeah, I will. And I'll see that Harry Potter gets out of the way."

Harry Potter smiled as he saw Hermione's head buried in the pile of work on her desk. The pile was almost high enough to cover her head, but not enough to conceal her beauty. Her wavy brown hair was now tied back at the nape of her neck, with wild strands framing her face, making her features look more angular. The chief editor, as Harry recognized, was bending over her, obviously leaning in too close. Hermione scowled at her boss and pushed him further away from her, making Harry think, "That's my girl."

Just then, Hermione caught Harry with the smile on his face and her face lit up.

"Harry!" she exclaimed in delight.

"Hi," his grin grew wider as he drew in closer to Hermione.

"What brings you here?"

"It's lunchtime, or don't you remember?" Hermione smiled in chagrin, embarrassed that she had forgotten lunch time. No wonder the office was practically empty.

"Oh, yeah. Well. what are we waiting for? Let's go!" she smiled as she grabbed her coat and held Harry's hand at the same time.

"What are we doing here?" Hermione whispered, and then raised her voice, as if she had just realized that she was whispering. But she couldn't help it. Harry had led her into this dark and secluded place, and not the famous French restaurant he had promised to bring her to.

"Ssh. you'll find out soon enough." And even in the darkness, Hermione could sense his smile. Just then, Harry snapped his fingers, much to Hermione's surprise. Then the lights lit up in the darkness of it all and Hermione had to shield her eyes from the strong and sudden incoming light. Once her eyes had accustomed to the brightness of the place, she blinked once as she took in the surroundings.

Actually she blinked twice, the minute she saw Harry's self- satisfactory smile. She walked around and fingered the many rings on display. She knew what all this meant. With a tingle of fear mixed with delight, she looked at Harry, who was suddenly standing very close to her.

Not knowing what else to say, she muttered foolishly, "Are all these for me?"

Harry smiled at the flush that had now arisen in her cheeks, tinting them pink.

"You can have all of them if you want. But just one will be enough for now." And with that, he knelt down on one knee.

"Will you marry me?" Snippets of memory flashed through her now half-conscious mind. She felt pain at the bottom of her spine and happiness radiating from her.

"Are you sure you want to marry me? I'm just an ordinary girl." she asked uncertainly. The glow on Harry's face faltered a bit, in disappointment, before he answered her uncertain question with a very much certain answer.

"You're anything but ordinary, Hermione. And yes, I'm sure I want to marry you. Are you?"

Minutes passed by like light years to Harry. He waited for the answer nervously on one knee. Staying like a statue, he finally got the answer.

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