Snow Storm - D.M , H.G

29. On bended knee

Saturday was their last full day in Australia before they were due to return to King's Cross the following morning to catch the Hogwarts Express back to school. As Head Boy and Head Girl it was important that they be present on the train ride. Saturday also happened to be the day that Draco had decided he would ask Hermione to marry him. He'd managed to book a reservation at a very famous restaurant, wanting to give her the full fine dining experience she deserved for such an occasion.

The day went by casually, for the most part. They enjoyed the hotel's amenities, taking some time to soak in the sun by the pool, before visiting the spa for massages. Draco had encouraged Monica to go with Hermione to get their nails done, and when they returned after a long day of pampering, it was time to get ready for dinner. Draco, himself, paid a trip to the hotel's gym, and had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped low around his waist while using a second to dry his hair, when he heard the two women return from their adventure at the salon.

Hermione and her mother returned from the salon, it was nice to be pampered, she hadn't had her nails done since her and Ginny had done them, and even then, she'd just had her toes done. She had chosen a red, it went nice with the slight tan she had managed to build back up over her short vacation to Australia. It had also been a nice bonding experience with her mum, which they had needed.

She went into the bedroom when she didn't see Draco, and found him fresh out of the shower. She shut the door, and went over to the bed, sitting down. "Hey," she said, admiring his mostly nude body as he dried himself off.

Draco smirked at Hermione when she returned to their room. "Hey," he greeted her back, and walked over to the closet where he'd unpacked his things. He dropped the towel before finding the suit he planned to wear for dinner. He stepped into the pants, sans underwear, and fastened them up. He pulled out a black shirt and jacket as well, along with a black silk tie.

He turned back to Hermione as he laid his selection onto the bed next to her. "Did you ladies enjoy yourselves?" he asked. He hoped her mother had been able to keep the secret. He ideally wanted Hermione to be surprised by the proposal. That's how proposals were meant to go, when not in the case of an arranged marriage, which thanks to his blasphemous relationship with Hermione he'd managed to avoid thus far.

Hermione watched as he got dressed, and realized as he suited up how fancy the restaurant they were going to would be. She would definitely have to dress accordingly. "Yeah, it was nice to be pampered. They have chairs that massage your back while they do your nails," she told him with a smile. She had never actually gone to a salon, never felt the need. But it had been Draco's suggestion, and she knew once the idea was put into her head that her mom had been excited about it.

She got up, going over to the closet to see what she had to wear. She was sure she hadn't packed anything nearly as fancy as the suit Draco had just put on. She pulled the closet open, and noticed there was a garment bag hanging there, she hadn't put anything in a garment bag, so she unzipped it and realized it was a dress. She pulled the dress out of the bag to get a better look at it, it was a gorgeous black strappy dress, and it looked expensive. "Did you do this?" She asked, unable to hide her grin as she looked at him questioningly.

Draco, who was still buttoning his own shirt, looked at her with a cheeky grin of his own. "I knew you didn't know to pack anything quite so formal," he told her, as though it was a perfectly normal thing to do to just out and pick out something for her to wear for him. "When was the last time we actually got to go out, just you and me, no double date, no parents, no press...?" It was meant to be a special occasion, after all. "There's shoes, too," he informed her, in case she hadn't seen the box beneath.

Hermione grinned, bending to pull the shoe box out, taking a peek at the gorgeous heels inside. "I love it," she said, going over to kiss him. "Thank you," she said, smiling up at him, before going back to the bed, laying out the dress, and setting the shoe box down so she could get undressed, and put the dress on. She stripped down, and pulled the dress on, and sat to slip into the shoes, taking a moment to get used to the height. "Zip me?" She asked, turning her back to him, and pulling her hair out of the way.