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Chapter 10
Hermione looked down at the hand Draco was holding, seeing something glinting up at her in the torchlight. She gasped. No way. There was no possible way that he was suggesting what she thought he was suggesting.
“Draco? What-“Hermione stuttered out. She looked at him quickly before looking back down at her left hand. “You can’t be serious.”
“But I am quite serious.” The expression on his face illustrated that he was not joking around.
“But it’s only been a few months.” Hermione disputed. ‘Why are you arguing about him proposing?’ her mind asked her. Had she not dreamed about the day that Draco proposed? Had she not dreamed about them having little blond, curly haired children scampering about and the two of them growing old together?
“In the wizarding world, you get married fairly quickly.” Draco explained. He really didn’t understand why she was reacting like this. ‘Don’t women usually look forward to getting married?’ he thought. Maybe she was expecting him to be all romantic about it. Something like a candle lit dinner and getting down on one knee in front of a crowd in a fancy restaurant. That the thing women liked right? But Draco figured Hermione wasn’t one of them. That’s when it hit him. “You don’t want to marry me, do you?”
“No. No, it’s not that. It’s just, it’s so soon.” Hermione said, fumbling over her words. ‘Just say yes, you idiot!’ her mind screamed at her.
“So what difference would it make if we wait a few months or not? You love me and I love you. Is that going to change within a few months time? Is there something you trying to tell me about our relationship?” Draco asked, standing up and pulling her along with him. Hermione stared at him for a second before shaking her head and looking down at the floor. He sighed and dropped down to the floor. He didn’t want to do it this way, but here goes. “Hermione, I never expected any of this to happen when we went into that class room that night. But you got in under my skin and now I just can’t see my future without you. I’ve done everything I can to stay with you. For Merlin’s sake, I’ve actually become somewhat friends with Ron and Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor house because of you.”
“Draco,” Hermione whispered, looking away. ‘Why is he doing this,’ she thought, praying she didn’t start to cry. Draco grabbed her hands and continued.
“I don’t know how you did it, but you changed me. And sure sometimes you still irritate me to no end, but I would love to spend the rest of my life being irritated by you.” Draco said. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the thought of how corny he sounded. “I know you think it’s too soon but I don’t. Hermione, will you please marry me?”
“Draco Malfoy,” she breathed again, shaking her head slightly. Draco’s breath caught in his throat, preparing for her to say no. ‘Just say yes, you moron. You’ll regret it if you don’t.’ her mind screamed again. She was quiet for a minute, staring into Draco’s pleading eyes. Before Hermione could stop it, her answer escaped her mouth. “Yes.”
Draco let out a relieved sigh and stood up. He kissed her with hunger as he pressed her against the wall, ready for a repeat performance of earlier.
Hermione rolled over onto her back and looked at the ceiling of her four poster bed the next morning. ‘Was it a dream?’ she wondered. She lifted her left hand and inspected it. No, the evidence was right there on her finger. It was definitely not a dream. She and Draco were, most assuredly, engaged.
She needed to talk to somebody. She had to tell someone, anyone. Hermione got out of bed and dressed slowly, mentally going over her options. She couldn’t tell Ginny, she would shriek in surprise and then everyone would know. And Hermione wasn’t sure she was ready to deal with that yet. She couldn’t tell Ron, which that was a no brainer. Lavender or Parvati could make sure everyone knew; they were the biggest gossips in the school. She’d tell Harry. Why hadn’t she thought of him immediately? They told each other everything.
Hermione ran down to the common room and scanned it for Harry, finding him sitting in one of the cozy armchairs with Ron and Ginny. “Hey. Good morning. Er, Harry can I talk to you?”
“Sure.” Harry said, looking at the other two and giving a shrug. Together, they walked down to the Great Hall and grabbing a stack of toast before heading out to the lake. They had lapped the lake once before Harry broke the silence. “So what do you want to talk about?”
Hermione stopped and glanced across the water, thinking over how to tell Harry. Harry looked at her questionably. She turned around to face him and thrust out her left hand. Harry gaped at it.
“Seriously?” Was all he could manage to say. Hermione nodded. Harry whistled as he took her hand and inspected the ring. It was a gorgeous ring, now that she took the time to really look at it. It had a round diamond set atop a small band of smaller diamonds on a platinum band. Harry pulled her into a tight hug. “Wow. Hermione, this is wonderful! I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks.” She said. “But don’t you think it’s a little soon? That’s all can I think about. We’ve only been together a couple of months.”
“Hermione, my parents got married the summer right after they finished and they didn’t get together until around Christmas time in their seventh year. You two have been together for far longer than they were.” Harry said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her around the lake again. She looked back at other couples they had known. Tonks and Lupin got married after being together for less than a year. So had Bill and Fleur. Maybe it was the way things were done in the wizarding world after all. “You two will be very happy together, even more so than you are already.”
“You think so,” Hermione asked. Harry nodded. Could she and Draco really have a life together?
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