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Season of the Wolf	By : sarcastrow Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Epilogue

One year later

"Let's get a move on, Shay. Your mum needs me in the kitchen in half an hour," Lavender said from the bedroom.

"I'm hurryin'," Seamus said as he scrubbed his hair dry. "We'll be on time."

She was twirling into her dress as he stepped into the bedroom. "Do me up?" she said admiring him in just his towel.

He stepped to her back, and zipped her dress, then he ran his hand gently down her side, eliciting a giggle. He placed a kiss where her neck met her back.

"We'll be late, Shay," she said low and throaty as her eyes fluttered closed.

He stepped back. "Yeah. I know," he said, "but just keep in mind - I put it on, I get to take it off." She smirked at him and walked out of the room. He put his pants and trousers on and absently fingered the small velvet covered box in his pocket. It's just a little party this year, love. Don't stress. Mam'll be jumpin' out o' her skin tomorrow though and he chuckled.

He was very proud he'd been able to keep it a secret as long as he had. Dean had bought his tale of a friend who needed a ring designed, and Bill Weasley hadn't questioned why he wanted a ring made by the goblins, he had just been intrigued at the legal maneuvers Seamus had thought up. Seamus had argued, successfully, that the goblin craftsmen in this instance were not the makers of the ring, just the labor executing the design. Dean was the maker. It had worked, and the incredible result was in his pocket.

The only problem was Luna. Seamus knew keeping it a secret from her would be a challenge, but he thought he'd be able to last longer than twenty minutes. When the ring had been finished two days ago he'd gone to the goblin workshop, settled with them, and brought it home. He carefully placed that part of his mind obsessed with the ring and his planned proposal out of his thoughts, but in an unguarded moment when Dean had arrived home and Luna was welcoming him with a particularly sensual snog, Seamus's thoughts had drifted to Lavender and the ring in his pocket. Luna had stiffened and spun on the spot. To say she was happy with it would have been the understatement of the millennium. She bounced on her toes the entire night, alternately giggling uncontrollably, hugging Seamus, and snogging Dean senseless. Seamus was extremely happy that Lavender was spending that night with her mum rather than at the flat with him, because Luna had needed an entire day to compose herself so she wouldn't give the secret away. Dean had been very impressed by Seamus's ability at subterfuge, and he had been extremely pleased at the execution of the design.

Lavender's ring was absolutely unique. A single sixty foot long strand of gold had been woven into a Celtic knot pattern, and the ends had been seamlessly and magically joined. Sunken into the knot work on the top was a two carat emerald the same color as her eyes, and it was flanked by a pair of diamonds. She'd love it. Luna had made it very plain that she was certain he had nothing to worry about, especially after he told her how he planned to ask.

Tonight, after the small party for his parents' twenty-sixth, he would take her to the garden swing. Sheighly, the only person other than Luna and Dean who knew what he was up to tonight, had been setting aside lavender cuttings for a week. The ropes of the swing would be wrapped in the herb, and the scent of her namesake would be filling the air. He would swing her, and they would chat. He'd tell her how she had changed his life, how she had rescued his relationship with his mother, how his brother and he hadn't fought since Mike had met her, how he had never thought he could be this in love, and how he dreamed of a future with her. Then he'd stop the swing, kneel, and ask.

"You gonna put that shirt on, or just stare at the wall for the rest of the day?" Lavender said from the doorway.

He'd been standing in his room with his shirt in his hand, lost in thought. "Just thinking, love," he said as he slid on the shirt. He crossed the room, slid his arms around her, and kissed her, "about you in fact."

"Nothing bad I hope," she said coyly.

"Never," he replied and kissed her again.

"Time to go," she said in a whisper, her lips barely parted from his. He drew back and laughed.

"I love you, Lavender."

"I love you, Seamus."

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"Mam! Mam!" Sheighly said in a whisper from the sitting room.

"Sheighly?" Margaret replied, "Thought you'd gone back to Dublin."

"Nah, I just wanted Lavender and Seamus to think I was gone," she said, smiling as she snuck around the doorway. "D'you mind if we go up to your room?"

"I suppose, what are you up to, girl?" Margaret asked.

"Oh, it's not me that's up to somethin'," she said, giggling. "It's Seamus."

Margaret's eyes lit. "He's not!"

Sheighly grinned mischievously. "Let's get up to your window quick or we'll miss it."

The two women dashed up the stairs. "Are you decent, Franklin? I’ve got Sheighly with me," Margaret said to the door.

"Yes, come on," he said from the other side.

The two women threw open the door and made for the window. Seamus was gently swinging Lavender in the garden. "Good," Sheighly said, "we're not too late."

"Not too late for what?" Franklin asked.

"Just wait, Dad," Sheighly said. "Oh, we'll want something for celebrating." She swished her wand.

"What's goin' on," Franklin said, and then it clicked. "He's doing it now?"

"Aye, Dad, been planning for a month. Right now he's telling her much he loves her, how much we love her, and how she changed his life," Sheighly said as three glasses and a bottle of champagne floated into the room from the door.

Margaret smiled broadly."She'll not disappoint him."

"Here he goes," Sheighly said, and they watched as Seamus stepped from behind the swing and slowed Lavender to a stop.

"Good man, Son," Franklin said hoarsely.

Seamus knelt before Lavender and her hands flew to her face. He took her left and placed the box in it. She nodded emphatically, and they could see her saying yes over and over. Seamus put the ring on her finger, and then he lifted her off the swing and twirled her around in his arms. The sound of the champagne cork coming out of the bottle startled Franklin and Margaret out of the trace they were in, and Sheighly laughed as she poured them all a glass.

Sheighly raised her glass."To Lavender and Seamus, may they be as happy as you."

"So mote it be, daughter. So mote it be," Franklin said and drained his glass.

"I'll send them a wee bit too," Sheighly said and flicked her wand. A few seconds latter a pair of glasses floated into the room from the stairwell. Sheighly poured a generous helping in each and waved her wand over them. The glasses vanished and reappeared floating next to the couple in the garden. It took Seamus and Lavender a minute to notice them as they were otherwise occupied, but when they did they took them, turned to the house, and raised a toast at the window.

"Well done, Seamus, well done indeed," Margaret said, and hugged her husband and daughter.
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