Hermione I was excited for today. Not just because it's a weekend, but because Draco asked me on a date to a muggle cafe called Soft Delicates. One of my favorites to order their special Spinach and Feta pizza. He, of course my knew this. Since we've been dating for 4 years now, starting at the battle of Hogwarts and now. I slip on my dress that I've picked out. Which was a soft lilac color.
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Knee length of course, with a thin black belt strapped around my waist with a modest neckline and thick straps. I slip white flats and a white cardigan before checking my purse for everything, walking out the door to meet him there. But of course when I walk out I'm met by Ron. Who is testy eyed as he looks down at my appearance. "I see you're going out?" He asks sadly but bitterly. "With the ferret," Anger boils inside of me. "What are you Doing here Ronald?" I ask, irritatedly, checking my watch. "I wanted to come and apologize for hurting you," he responds. I roll my eyes. "That happened three years ago. Please, leave me alone," I respond, tapping my foot. His cheeks flush with anger. "If you're so worried about that ferret, then go!! Leave me behind!" He snarls, turning around and stomping away. I sigh dejectedly, looking down the hall. Ron shows up and ruins my good mood. I try my best to get back into the groove, but it's useless. I sigh, clutching my bag and starting off slowly to the cafe. When I get there, I'm met by Draco's familiar scent of cologne. I smile up at him, though it doesn't reach my eyes. His eyes show concern. "What's wrong love?" He asks me. "Ronald paid me a visit on my way here," I respond lowly. His face turns cold. "Did he hurt you?" He asks through ground teeth. I shake my head. "He yelled at me and called you names," I respond, not meeting his eyes. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This ruins my plans, that Weaslebee," he snarls under his breath. "Draco? Love? It's okay, I'm here, let's enjoy each other's company," I respond. He opens his stormy steel grey eyes to meet my dark brown ones. "Alright," he nods, holding out his hand for me to take. I take it enthusiastically as he leads me to a secluded booth just out of sight from the Windows. I smile as he pulls out my chair for me, allowing me to sit down as he pushes me in. He walks around the table and sits down as well, watching me with calculating eyes. Finally, a small smirk runs across his lips. "You want to play a game, if I win, you have to do whatever I want, if you win, I do the same for you," he responds. My eyebrows raise slightly, but a small smile runs across my face. "Alright, what is this game?" I ask. "This game is the pickup line game. Whoever can makeup the most pickup lines wins." He respond. I shrug. "Alright," I respond. "You go first?" He asks me. I chuckle. "Are you a parking ticket 'cause you have fine written all over it," I begin. He stays silent for a minute. Looking at me quizzically. "The hells a parking ticket?" He asks. "A muggle thing," I respond. "Your turn?" I ask him. His smirk is back. "Hey girl, I'm a keeper. And I'm not talking about Quidditch." I smile. "If I made us a love potion, no one could Severus," His nose turns up in disgust. "Ew, that was just weird," he shudders. "I don't need to cast 'Accio' to make you come," he smirks at the dirty joke. I snort. "You don't have to say Lunod Maxima to turn me on," Draco raises his eyebrows. "Well played. You make me so loony that you make me want to Lovegood," I chortle. "One night with me, and they'll be calling YOU Moaning Myrtle," I respond with a smug smile. "Let's take off our clothes and free the house elves," he responds, watching me open and close my mouth with no pickup line. "Damn," I respond. He smugly smiles at me. "Alright, let's see." He says, putting his hand on his chin. I watch him slowly get up and walk towards me, standing in front of me before getting down on one knee wan pulling out a bright red rose and a black leather box. He hands me the rose before opening the box to show a beautiful engagement ring.
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I gasp. He's proposing!!! He's fucking proposing to me!!! "Hermione, Jean Granger, will you become a Malfoy?" He asks me. I nod my head so fast that it almost bobs. "Yes!" I almost yell. He smiles fondly, sliding the rind on my finger and twirling me around as the whole cafe claps for us. This is the best day of my life!!! "I love you," he whispers against my lips. "I love you too," I whisper back, knowing I'm where I belong.
