Unbroken

Sunday, Week 2 (4)

Hermione POV

If I knew I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off Harry from the moment he arrived at The Burrow, I would have not come. Well, that's a blatant lie, I still would have come but I would purposely avoid him. No, that's a lie as well. I'm a married woman and I'm certain I love Ron but I have eyes.

He's dressed in this military green long sleeve button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to just above his elbow, exposing his toned and defined arms, and a grey t-shirt under it. His jeans are not too tight and fit him well while accentuating some of his...assets. Truth be told, he looks much better in clothes that actually fit him. But, beyond that, it's his still messy hair and defined jawline that reels me in like a fish. I don't understand how someone like him could be so effortlessly attractive.

He turns to me and I quickly avert my eyes to look anywhere else but him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him quirk his lips slightly before flexing his forearm a bit while he adjusted his watch. In truth, I'm a bit surprised he kept it but this was Harry. He always appreciated my gifts and I can't lie and say that the watch doesn't fit him well.

I keep using my peripheral vision to sneak some looks at him and become flustered when he sweeps his hand through his messy hair and blushes while Molly and Arthur praise him. He's so bloody gorgeous that it's starting to frustrate me. I'm a married woman and this isn't supposed to be happening. Sure, men are supposed to be good looking, but there was something else about him.

"Really, Draco did all the heavy lifting. I just came to clean up," Harry says in that deep baritone that he developed out of the blue. He gives a nod to Draco who raises his glass to him in response. "Draco saved that girl's life. He's a damn good Auror," Harry sings Malfoy's praises who, surprisingly, looks shocked at the statement. I don't think he was expecting Harry to lay it on so thickly.

"That's my boyfriend," Ginny lovingly declares before planting a sound kiss on Draco's cheek. I nearly laugh when the usually calm and slick Malfoy blushes.

"Well, that's just the thing, Ginny," Malfoy rises to his feet and pushes his chair to the table, "I don't think I want you to be my girlfriend anymore."

I nearly choke on my juice and look to Harry who's watching the scene with a smirk on his face. The rest of the Weasley's, however, are shocked and Ron and George are looking to strangle Malfoy. Neville and Luna look surprised but they share a glance with Harry and are calmed.

"Let him speak," Harry commands to the room. Everyone's murmurs and Ron and George, surprisingly, are instantly quieted and frozen. The voice that comes out from Harry must be the one he uses on duty because it is intimidating, deep, and ridiculously sexy.

"Like I was saying, Gin. Don't hit me," Draco grabs both her hands and looks deep into her eyes, "I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore."

I watch as Draco lets go of Ginny before gasping when he kneels to the ground. A radiant smile breaks out on Molly and Luna's face while my own appears.

"I want you to be my wife." Draco pulls out a green velvet box and opens it to reveal a ring with a princess-cut pink diamond as its gem. Ginny is tearful and is just about ready to leap into the man's arms but the question hasn't been popped yet. I can tell she's waiting, like all of us, for the moment.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, will you do me the honor of marrying me and becoming my one and only wife for the rest of our lives?"

Everyone is waiting with bated breath but my eyes find Harry who is watching the scene intently with a grin on his face but something unreadable in his eyes. It looks almost...sad. Is he jealous of Draco? Does he still have feelings for Ginny? I turn my attention back to the couple and wait.