“May I have thee ladies hand?” Harry asked poetically.
Today's celebratory offering is a darling little Harry/Hermione fic called, simply, "Love Can Never Be Lost". In only four short chapters, we travel with Harry and Hermione through a less-than-tumultuous relationship to what has to be the most romantic ending line I have ever encountered.
From "Chapter Two: Less of an Ending Than She Wanted":
“Waiter?” Harry called. “Bring me your finest white wine.” Harry whispered into his ear.
“That will be twenty dollars, sir.” Harry handed the waiter his money and within no time, there was the finest wine on the table.