Hermione opened her eyes. She was in a big room of a fancy hotel. On vacation with Harry.

She had dreamt about all their old friends, who they haven't seen in at least 4 years, including Ron and Ginny.

She stretched and watched Harry walk into the room.

"So, I was thinking that we go down to the beach today. You know, get a little sunshine then maybe we could check out the library next door, I hear it's beautiful." Hermione began.

"Sounds good." Harry replied while giving her a sweet kiss.

"Then maybe we could go to that new restaurant that we saw that commercial for yesterday." She added.

"Of course." Harry smiled. "You better hurry and get dressed, I'll wait for you." He added, clearly talking about going down to breakfast.

They gave each other a long kiss before Harry left the room. She sighed and walked over to the dresser. She opened the first drawer. She noticed something odd. There lay a green, tattered, and beat up journal.

She took it out and opened it, scanning through all her old memories. She found the last page and didn't remember ever writing anything on this page. She then felt more love for Harry then ever before.

A month ago I asked the love of my life to go to America with me. When she said yes I thought I was dreaming. I have always loved her, and always will. Now, I'm sorry Hermione but your plans will be delayed for a while. Why? Well, turn around and you'll see.

Hermione turned to look behind her. There was a dozen roses scattered around the room. (With the help of magic of course.) Hermione felt a giant toothy smile cross her face. There stood Ginny, Ron, Neville, Luna, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Pavarti, and down on one knee was Harry. Holding a box with a ring in it.

"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" He asked.

"Yes!" Hermione yelled, she ran to Harry and after giving him the biggest and wettest kiss she could she got reunited with her friends. The day went beautifully, they all hung out like old times. Best friends. Forever. And they never wanted the day to end.