Drinny Oneshots

Eight

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor universe that JK Rowling has created. Thanks for understanding that this is a fanfiction created by a fan of the series.

AN: Happy Halloween!

This oneshot is very cheesy towards the end but I wasn't sure how to end this one.

Anyways, please enjoy! I hope everyone had a lovely evening, however you spent it.

"How does this even work?" Draco questioned, an eyebrow raised as stared blankly at the pumpkin before him.

"I'm not too sure myself. Dad tried it one year but he failed miserably." Ginny mused, also staring back at the pumpkin.

"Do we just... stab it?"

"Errr... you know what, I'll just call Hermione and ask her."

"Good idea," Draco nodded before pouring himself a glass of firewhisky, watching his girlfriend call her best friend on their land line.

"Hey, 'Mione! Listen, Draco and I wanted to carve pumpkins, but neither of us really know what to do. We figured calling you would be helpful! Do you have any tips? Where do we even start?"

Draco smiled to himself as he watched Ginny animatedly scribble down Hermione's words of pumpkin carving wisdom on the nearest notepad.

If you'd had told him, even just several years prior, that he'd fall in love with Ginny Weasley and become great friends with her family and friends, he'd have laughed and told you to seek serious help.

But he was glad things had changed. He was much happier now, and loved where his life was at and was ecstatic about where it was heading.

"Alright, I think I've got that all down! Thanks, 'Mione, you're the best! Will we see you this Friday at Neville's for his Halloween party? Great, see you then!"

"So, did Hermione have any tips for us?" Draco asked as Ginny hung up the phone.

"Yes she did," Ginny said, brandishing the notepad she took notes on. "First we have to cut the top of the pumpkin off and then scoop out what's inside of it. Then we can carve designs or shapes onto the surface of the pumpkin, set it out onto the porch, stick a candle inside it, light it, and call it a night."

"Hmm, sounds easy enough. Are you sure we can't use magic though?"

"Yes, it'll be more fun this way. This is a Muggle tradition after all."

"Alright, alright," Draco said with a smile, putting his hands up in defeat.

Ginny rolled up her sleeves and picked up the carving knife from the jackolantern carving kit she'd bought in a Muggle supermarket the day prior. "Here goes nothing," she muttered under her breath as she cut a jagged circle around the top of the pumpkin. Moments later she pulled the top off the pumpkin and set it aside.

Draco peered inside the pumpkin and quickly wrinkled his nose. Curious as to why he looked so disgusted, Ginny looked into the pumpkin as well and chuckled to herself.

"So... we scoop this... stuff out?" Draco said, referring to the slimy, stringy guts and seeds within the pumpkin.

"Scared of getting covered in pumpkin slime, darling?" Ginny asked with a mischievous grin.

"Quite frankly, yes. That looks disgusting," Draco muttered. "And it smells horrible, too."

"What a sissy, it can't be that bad," Ginny said, grabbing the spoon from the carving kit and promptly began cleaning the pumpkin out, dumping spoonful after spoonful of pumpkin guts into a bowl.

"Your turn!" Ginny exclaimed.

"You know what, you were doing a lovely job, my dear, far better than I could ever do... and there's no way I could ever compar-"

"Oh shush, you little wimp," Ginny said, handing the spoon to her boyfriend.

Draco sat still with his arms crossed, refusing to take the spoon from Ginny. "You know I don't like manual labor, darling," Draco joked.

"Do I need to bribe you?" Ginny scoffed.

"Perhaps." Draco responded with his nose turned up and his eyes closed.

"I'll bake you an apple pie if you scoop out the rest of this pumpkin."

"With Granny Smiths?" Draco questioned.

Ginny sighed, "With Granny Smiths."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight,"

Draco opened one eye, "Deal."

Soon, Draco had completely cleaned and hollowed out the entire pumpkin, and Ginny had just popped her apple pie into the oven to bake. She began laughing as Draco threw down the spoon and ran to the kitchen sink as he hurriedly washed his hands and forearms, which were covered in orange slime and the occasional white pumpkin seed.

"Oh come on, it can't have been that bad," She laughed to herself before kissing her boyfriend's cheek.

"I'd beg to differ," Draco teased as he reached for his glass of firewhisky.

"Well, all that's left is to carve the pumpkin! I'll leave the design up to you, since you so gallantly cleaned out our pumpkin."

"Hmm... well then you can't look until I'm done. Deal?"

Ginny smiled slyly, wondering what on earth he was up to. "Alright."

Hours later, Draco called Ginny over to look at what he'd carved.

"Keep your eyes closed, though, I'll tell you when to open them."

Ginny could hear shuffling of some sort in the background, and willed herself not to peak.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now."

It took her a moment to register what was happening when she opened her eyes, but she soon burst out into tears when she realized Draco Malfoy was proposing to her.

He was down on one knee, holding a ring in his hands, with the pumpkin just in sight behind him with the words "Will you marry me?" and a depiction of both their patronuses carved into its side.

Ginny happily exclaimed yes and hugged him tightly.