Path | Dramione

s i x t y

-Draco Malfoy-

"Bullshit" Hermione laughs as we walk along the side walk down town.

People stare and snap pictures since we're the only thing anyone talks about anymore. We're everywhere and it's kind of insane.

She's blown up on all of her social media and she can barely go to the grocery store without people snapping pictures of her and confronting her about anything and everything.

It bothers her just a slight bit but she said that if that's what it takes to be with me, then she's fine with it.

It's been two weeks and I still haven't officially proposed to her.

I have a plan for how I'm going to do it and nothing is going to spoil it. Not even the Mafia.

She hasn't said anything about the proposal but I'm pretty sure that every time we go out she is on edge, since I could ask her at any moment.

I carry the ring with me everywhere because I'm not taking a chance of it getting stolen from the car or my house.

"It is not bullshit" I squeeze her hand lightly and knock her with my shoulder.

"You're really taking me to the Bahamas"

"What did I just say" I laugh and she stops in the middle of the sidewalk, grabbing both of my hands. Her eyes are lit up with happiness and excitement, it's adorable.

"Thank you" she whispers and stands on her tippy toes to reach my lips.

I hold her by her waist, pulling her flush against me. I don't care if we're in public. I don't care if people take pictures. All I want is for this moment to be perfect in its own way.

I lick at Hermiones bottom lip, she opens her mouth a little bit so my tongue can slip into her mouth.

After a few more seconds Hermione breaks for air, a wide smile on her face.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you!" She chants while holding my face in her small hands.

-A week later-

I slap Hermiones butt as we walk into my private jet, which she couldn't believe I had somehow, to which my response was 'I have everything sweetheart'.

She turns around to face me, her mouth a gape.

I chuckle and start up the stairs after her.

She screams and grabs her suit case again, dragging it along the stairs to the jet as she runs.

She trips as she tries to turn down the hallway of the jet.

I grab her waist and pull her against me, my head laying in the crook of her neck.

"You know, I never would have thought that I would be dating a nineteen year old girl a year ago." I say, nipping her ear lobe.

"I know. I bet you also thought you'd be a heartless beast your whole life to. But look where you are now."

"I'm trying to say something sweet Babe" I laugh and mess with her waist band on her jeans.

"Well I ruined it I guess" she says and I chuckle into her neck.

She shivers in my hold, making me realize that it's still December and it's cold.

I move away from her, closing up the jet since were loaded now. We are staying in the Bahamas for a week, enough time get a winter tan and to avoid the Mafias big plan to have some like party where they're killing their enemy's.

I tell the pilot that we are a go and so he starts on our way.

"I still can't believe that you're taking me to the flipin Bahamas!" Hermione squeals as she looks around the jet with happy eyes that dance with happiness and lust.

I walk up to her and grab her waist. I drag her back to the seat with me and place her on my lap.

"Well you better start believing it"

-The Bahamas-

I shake Hermione to wake her up. We just landed and she's still asleep and has been for most of the flight.

"Wake up" I say loudly and continue to shake her.

"Touch me one more time and I'll slap the living fuck out of you" She grumbles tiredly.

I teasingly poke her, making her growl at me.

"Get up. We landed." I say bluntly and grab her arms, pulling her up off of reclined chair.

"You little-" I cut her off by putting my finger over her mouth.

"Remember, I took you to the Bahamas."

She shuts her mouth and I smirk at her. I grab the suitcases in my hands and start to walk out of the Jet, Hermione following me sluggishly.

"Do the paparazzi know we are here?" Hermione asks, grabbing onto my arm.

"Nope. I told Brenton and you told Theo so unless they ratted us-"

Hermione points across the airport and I follow her gaze to see a hoard of photographers and magazine publishers and interviewers.

"I call it Brenton's fault" Hermione bets tiredly, her words not forming a proper sentence. I chuckle, she is probably right.

Hermione throws her hood over her hair, covering her face slightly also. Lately she has been trying to stay out of the cameras for some reason, last week she didn't care.

I hand the bags to the baggers and I wrap my arm around Hermiones waist, pulling her closer to me. She lowers her head and lays it basically in my chest as we walk closer and closer to the paparazzi and interviewers.

"Mr. Malfoy! There's a rumor going around that you cheated on Hermione! Is that true?!!" I gulp and keep my mouth shut, so does Hermione.

"Miss. Granger, you're three years younger then Mr. Malfoy, how does that make you feel?!" Another one shouts. The man that asked the question reaches out to grab her arm.

She quickly moves her grip on the man to twist his arm, making it fairly easy to break his arm. I taught her that move two weeks ago.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." She grits out in a whisper as the man hisses in pain. Hermione lets go of his arm and cuddles back into my chest, making me chuckle.

I push us through the rest of the crowd, ignoring their questions.