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Harry and Y/n stroll through the park on a frosty winter evening, their hands intertwined. The air is crisp, and their breaths are visible in the frigid night air. Harry is impervious to the cold; his mind is preoccupied with the pressing question he longs to ask Y/n for months. He's had numerous discussions with his pals about where to pop the question, how to do it, and if he should make it an extravagant gesture. After receiving various opinions and advice, Harry finally decides to follow his instincts. So, he's chosen an isolated walk in the park, away from distractions. Although it's chilly, it isn't all terrible. The distant lights contribute to the atmosphere.
"I'm starting to feel cold, Harry," Y/n remarks, interrupting Harry's thoughts. "I'm enjoying this stroll, but in ten minutes, I won't be able to feel my toes." She giggles.
Harry grins, "Then now's the time," he says.
"What do you mean, baby?" Y/n inquires, intrigued.
Harry's smile widened, and instead of addressing Y/n's question, he let go of her hand and walked in front of her.
"What's going on?" Y/n chuckles softly, tilting her head as she gazes at Harry.
Harry takes a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves. "You know how much I love you, don't you?" he begins.
"Of course I do, bubs," Y/n grasps Harry's hand again, squeezing it. "And you know that I love you too."
"And..." Harry clears his throat. "...you know how much you mean to me. The last three years with you have been an absolute dream I never want to wake up from. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and...I couldn't end this night without making sure you knew that."
Before Y/n can react, Harry kneels on one knee, pulling out a velvet box from his pocket. Y/n gasped as Harry opened the small box, revealing an exquisite diamond engagement ring.
"Y/f/n, will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my beautiful wife?" He asks, his voice a bit shaky.
Tears are flowing down Y/n's face now. "Oh, yes! Yes, Harry! A thousand times, yes!" she exclaims.
Harry chuckles, his eyes growing misty as he slides the ring onto Y/n's finger. Y/n throws herself at him as he stands up, kissing him passionately. Harry smiles against Y/n's lips as he kisses her back, his arms wrapping around her waist as he lifts her off her feet. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her.
