A/N: This shall be a collection of the prompts sent to me via tumblr. Mostly Snamione, a dash of Huna, and who knows what else might happen.

This one was to write something happy, Like Severus proposing.

final word count: 563

Severus sat by the Christmas tree, holding a small wrapped box on his hand. Everyone had gone to bed, and he felt so at odds in the burrow.

He had debated to great extent if he should propose to her in front of everyone. He knew that they were all important to her, and she might enjoy being able to share it with her closest friends. It also didn't hurt that Ron would likely be fuming. But what if she said no? Could he handle the rejection? No, he couldn't, especially if it were so public.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs and he pocketed the box. Hermione's soft face appeared with a concerned look as her curls fell forward. "Are you okay, Love?"

She made her way over and sat down next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"I'm fine. You should go back up to bed."

"I can't sleep without you there," she murmured. "It's too cold."

He chuckled, his tension fading a little as he turned to kiss the top of her head. "I'll be up soon, Dear."

"I'm sorry I pushed that we stay-"

"Don't be. I might not be terribly comfortable, but seeing you happy is more than worth it."

She sat up straight to look at him. "Is everything okay? You've seemed a little distant all day."

"Yes, everything is fine."

"Then why are you sitting in front of the tree? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were waiting for Santa."

Severus scoffed. "I'm mostly certainly not waiting for that fairytale."

"Well, I know you don't care for holidays, so what has you sitting down here alone?"

Then he had a moment of realization. The setting was intimate; The Christmas tree lights lit up the dark living room with a soft glow, no one else was around, and yet it was still Christmas, the clock having struck midnight only moments before.


"Hermione, could I give you one of your presents now?"

she smiled and cocked her head at him. "Oh?"

"Could I?"

"I certainly wouldn't object."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small present, handing it to her to unwrap. She did so, delicately, and he smirked at her little quirk.

His heart almost stopped as she removed the paper to find the small box and moved to open it. But her gasp, and the hand that covered his mouth, might have stunned him into silence.

"Hermione, I realize I don't have much to offer you, but I do love you, more than anything. I could think of no one better to spend the rest of my life with, if you'd-"

Her lips were against his in a fierce kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck. He wrapped his own arms around her, pulling her close until she was sitting in his lap.

She pulled away, resting her forehead against his, a smile plastered on her face. "Yes. My answer is undoubtedly yes."

"Are you-"

"Don't even start questioning me, Severus. Or you'll ruin this perfectly perfect moment. Now put this ring on my finger," she demanded as she handed the box to him.

"You're a very demanding witch, aren't you?" he teased as he grabbed her hand and the ring from the box, before sliding it onto her delicate finger.

"I love you, Severus."

"I love you, Hermione."