Today was their three year anniversary, and Gabrielle knew Dennis would have something special planned. She left Madam Puddifoot's where she was working as a waitress, and was sturdily enveloped in imaginings of candlelit dinners and chocolate covered strawberries by the time she reached The Three Broomsticks for lunch with Hannah. They had become great friends since she'd moved to England and began working in Hogsmeade. Often she and Dennis would double date with Hannah and Neville and they all got on wonderfully.

"Hi, Brie! I'll be with you in just one sec!" Hannah called from the far side of the room.

A few minutes later Hannah plunked down at "their" table and set two butterbeers between them. "Happy three years!"

Gabrielle grinned. "Thanks, Hannah."

"What've you two got planned?" Her eyebrows raised suggestively and Gabrielle blushed.

"I don't know," she sighed. "He won't tell me, it's all a big secret." Hannah bit her lip as though biting back a secret that was begging to slip from her mouth, and Gabrielle eyed her suspiciously. "What do you know?"

"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies!" she sing-songed, smiling mysteriously.

Lunch passed quickly, Gabrielle soon giving up on getting any insider information from her friend, and so did the rest of her workday. Before she knew it she was rushing around The Burrow, where she was living, clothes strewn everywhere, and make up products splayed across the vanity.

"Dennis is here, Gabrielle!" Molly called up the stairs.

"Shoot," she exclaimed in an undertone. "Thanks, Molly! Be down in a minute!"

Closer to twenty minutes later she stepped into the kitchen where Dennis and Molly were chatting away.

"Wow, you look amazing, Brie," Dennis greeted with a smile and a kiss on her cheek.

She slipped her hand into his. "So where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," he grinned.

Molly waved goodbye, and Dennis portkeyed them eagerly away. The Eiffel Tower rose up above the horizon in the distance, black against the bright orange sky. She looked at him curiously. "You know, France isn't quite so romantic when you grew up there," she teased.

"Oh," he feigned disappointment. "I guess we could go… someplace else…"

"Oh hush. What're we doing here?"

"Well, you grew up here, and I've never been… I thought you might like to show me around your home city. I know you miss it a lot."

She kissed him softly. "I'd love to."

They'd been walking hand-in-hand through the streets of Paris for nearly two hours when her stomach growled loudly.

He groaned. "About bloody time. I'm starving!"

"Where to then, oh Grand Orchestrator?" she laughed.

"Because I'd know. Take me where you will, oh Fearless Leader."

They were just around the corner from one of her favourite places when she was younger. When they reached the Italian pizzeria Dennis laughed. "You would come to Paris to eat Italian food."

She gave him a gentle shove and led the way inside. The food was delicious, just as she'd remembered, but Gabrielle noticed that Dennis seemed a little strange as the meal wound to a close. Just as she was about to ask him if he was feeling alright, he took a large gulp of his wine and took her hand.

"Brie, I love you. And I know we haven't talked much about it, but it's been three years, and I've been thinking for a while now that maybe we should get a place together. Nothing big or anything, just… I'd really love to live with you. I know that—"

She opened her mouth to argue.

"I know that," he reiterated, "you don't want to live together before marriage—that it's supposed to be bad luck—and so I've got no really fancy way of saying this, but I love you. And I want to be with you forever. And I'd really, truly love for you to agree to become my wife."

Her mouth was still open as he presented a beautiful ring, and she quickly shut it. Her heart was beating strangely. "You—You want to get married?" she stammered.

He smiled and nodded. "More than anything."

A grin spread across her face and a giddy feeling spread through her chest. Leaning across the table she kissed him soundly, then pulled back slightly to whisper, "Alright then."

Dennis laughed. "Excellent," he replied, and slid the ring onto her finger, carefully admiring it from all angles.

"It's beautiful," she breathed.

He looked deep into her eyes and nodded. "Definitely beautiful."