their 7th year

Harry Potter woke up on Saturday, and went back to his rooms. When he got there he found his dress robes,
Soap, shampoo, and a razor all placed neatly at the door. “What??” he thought. He spoke the password only to find it had been changed. “You can’t go in there.” The portrait told him. “They are getting ready for a big night tonight.”
“Okay….” Harry said apprehensively. He gathered his belongings and headed back to Gryffindor. “Damn it!!” he thought. “How am I supposed to fly without my broom?” Harry always went for a morning flight it was like his daily ritual. I’ll just borrow a school broom.” When he reached the fat lady’s portrait she swung open and chanted, “Good morning sir!” as headboy there were certain rooms he had free access to. Apparently his personal common room was not one of them, He thought wryly.
When Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Patrick (a fifth year boy who they had met during D.A.), all woke up Harry convinced them all to play a three on three quidditch match. They all went out to the pitch, and formed teams. Since they weren’t using the snitch, Harry was playing against Ron as a keeper. The game was quite fun, they were all laughing and carrying on, so they all skipped breakfast and played till lunch. Harry was quite an awful keeper, he was the source of much laughter throughout the game. As they walked across the grounds toward the great hall, Dean teased Harry,
“I think it’s just your broom that makes you good Harry!” they all laughed, even Harry was in good spirits.

5:00 P.M.

Harry departed the Gryffindor common room and headed to the prefects bathroom. He set his clothes down on a bench, and waded into the swimming pool sized tub. The water was very warm, the bubbles were orange, and smelled like pumpkin spice. Harry washed himself off, and washed his hair thoroughly. He then dried off, and put his dress robes on. Harry walked over to the sink and picked up his razor; he didn’t usually shave very often, but it was clear that Hermione wanted him to do so for tonight. When he finished, he stepped back and looked himself over in the mirror, except for his hair, he looked great. Harry knew that Hermione loved his unruly hair anyway, so he wasn’t worried.
When Harry got to the greathall, he took his seat across from Ron. As tradition dictated, the girls would all come in and find a seat next to their dates. At six o’clock, the doors swung open. All the girls were led in by their head girl. Harry’s jaw dropped when he saw Hermione. She looked stunning in a form-fitting shimmering midnight blue gown. Her Hair was straightened, and she was wearing just the right amount of makeup. Hermione was glowing with happiness as she strolled toward him. “Not bad, for being nine weeks pregnant,” Harry thought to himself. Harry could see that she had a slight bump in her belly, but it was only noticeable if you were looking for it. She took her seat next to Harry. “You look stunning tonight, Mione!” he said when she was seated. Ron was shocked.
“So that’s why you wouldn’t tell me who you were taking to the dance!!” he said. He was not angry, just surprised. Ron’s girlfriend was wearing a pale pink dress, and she looked nice, however, Hermione looked stunning. After all the girls took their seats, Professor McGonagall stood up and gave her remarks.
“Welcome to the first Hogwart’s feast this year!!” she said cheerily, “As many of you know, after this feast there shall be a dance for any student in their fourth year or older. Tradition states that the Headboy and Headgirl, along with their partners start the first dance. However tonight there shall be only one couple dancing as our Headboy and Headgirl are escorting each other tonight.” She continued on to explain the rules off conduct before she said, “In the words of Albus Dumbledore… ‘Tuck In’.” Food of all sorts appeared on the tables as the feast began. Before the meal began, Harry turned to Hermione saying, “Er…Hermione, I was wondering if you would like to go steady with me??” He was blushing scarlet red, he knew what she’d say, but he was still nervous. Hermione smiled graciously and replied,
“Of course I would, Harry.” She kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush even deeper. Ron was chuckling as he scooped up a spoon of mashed potatoes. “Congratulations mate!” he said cheerfully. Dean and Ginny both gave him and Hermione their congratulations as well.
“This is an excellent meal, Hermione!” Ron said through a mouthful of chicken. Hermione blushed slightly and said,
“Harry helped to plan it too.” This remark caused Harry to look at her skeptically.
”If you count telling her to plan lots of steak and pumpkin pie as help, then yeah, I did.” He said with a laugh. When the feast was over, and the younger students had left, McGonagall called Harry and Hermione out to the dance floor. They stood together in the center of the floor. All eyes were on them as the music started. Harry danced slowly, and carefully.
“Relax,” Hermione giggled quietly. Harry was tense.
“They’re staring at us!” he said tersely. Hermione giggled and said,
“Just dance, your doing fine.” Harry was never so relieved as when that song ended and the other students swarmed the dance floor. Harry and Hermione danced together until one o’clock, there were a few couples still on the floor, a very dreary Professor Flitwick watching them. Hermione and Harry walked back to their Common room together, Harry was extremely nervous, he hoped that Dobby did everything just as he was instructed. When Hermione opened the door she gasped. The fire glowed majestically in the hearth, and the room was lit with many beautiful candles. Dobby stood in the center holding a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a black box in the other.
“Oh, Harry,” she said as Dobby silently handed her the roses. Harry nervously took the box from dobby, sinking down to one knee, he asked,
“Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?” Hermione smiled sweetly, a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Harry, of course I will.” She said as she began to cry in joy. Harry’s hands were shaking as he slid the diamond on her finger. She walked toward his bedroom and said, “I’m going to bed. Are you coming?” Harry grinned mischievously and said,
“Not yet I’m not,” he followed behind her, leaving a very confused Dobby standing alone in the common room.