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I never wanted this.

Never wanted the people hounding me.

The hate mail, the love mail, the proposals...

I never wanted to make a fool of myself in front of people.

You have to understand, to me, this was all new...

I wouldn't of had to deal with it, if I hadn't decided to date and marry a certain someone...

So now, I'm engaged...

I'm happy.

I could happily love to kick the people who hound me down...

But then they would just publish that...

Probably with a picture...

And then more would come and they woudl bring their friends.

I want to say it's the guys fault, I mean come on, he didn't have to kiss me that day in Hogwarts.

He didn't have to make me the happiest girl in the World...

But the Bastard did and now I have to deal with the photos and the hate mail ans some really freaky stalker girls who would be happy to kill me...

I mean hey I can always look to the future and think how happy I'll be once I'm married in eight days...

I mean how much could I mess up in eight days...

A week and a day...

I'm so screwed... And that is sooo not a happy thought.

I could always think about the honey-moon and what happens during the honey-moon...that's a happy thought...

Except now I'm nervous...

You know this would have never happened if that boy didn't kiss me...

Didn't date me...

Didn't propose, in the most romantic way possible...

This would have never happened if I was engaged to a normal guy, but no...

No, I'm freaking engaged to Harry Potter...