There are Worlds in an Opal

Sunflowers and Sage Green Details

Neville proposed later that same day. He cooked her favourite meal, veggies and lentil cottage pie and almond rice pudding for dessert. He dressed to the nines, with his new robes that she helped choose. Neville wondered if she had compelled him to buy them for this occasion, smoke grey with sage green details. Oh! And a bowtie, Pansy loved bowties. Very Slytherin, something he would imagine Draco or Theo wearing. Not him.

But here he was, dinner ready on the table, under a stasis charm, candles burning, music playing, a sunflower bouquet on his hands. Neville looked at the clock on the wall. She was 5 minutes late and he was starting to worry.

And then he heard the clicking of her heels outside. The Gryffindor rushed to open the door and saw her there, a bottle of champagne on her hands.

"Nebbie, you look so nice. Are we celebrating?" She asked, walking inside their home, and kissing the corner of his mouth.

The Gryffindor nodded. "Your first big interview!"

"Oh, you're a sweetheart. You did not need to dress up for my interview. Just pants would be fine." She smirked. And Neville knew she would never drop it.

Neville offered her the bouquet of flowers and saw her smile. He would never have guessed that those were her favourite flowers when he first met her. He could have chosen orchids or even pansies before. But she lightened up his day like a sunflower, bright, catching the sun. She was the moon, the stars, and the sun itself.

"You're just the best... and you made my favourite."

"Everything for my Queen." He said, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you... so so much."

"I love you too, if I'm Queen, does that mean you are my King?"

"Not yet..." he whispered and bent down on one knee. "Pansy Parkinson. I've loved you for over a year. I knew I loved you when we started dating and I cared for you for much longer than that. I remember the first time I was worried about you like it was yesterday. And at that moment I just wanted to kiss the pain away."

Neville kept holding her hand on his, his thumb stroking her bare fingers. And only then he noticed that the rings she usually wore on her hands were gone. Her hands were bare of any jewellery. "I looked after you from that moment forward. There was something inside of me that wanted to make sure you were safe. That wanted to make you happy. Are you happy?"

Pansy smiled, nodding with her head. "I'm so so happy, Neville. Don't doubt that."

"I will never stop loving you, I never want to be apart from you. Will you marry me, Pansy? Will you do me the greatest honour and become my wife?" He asked, opening the little velvet box once more.

His girlfriend grinned as she leaned down and kissed him. "Now... this is what I call a proposal." She teased "And yes, of course, I'll marry you! I love you! I want everyone to know you're mine and I'm yours."

"Forever!" Neville whispered as he carefully slipped the ring on the fourth finger of her left hand.

"Forever." Pansy whispered, bringing her left hand to his cheek, and kissing him. Neville could feel the slight cold presence of the band around her finger, and he loved it.