DISCLAIMER:: ONCE AGAIN, I do NOT own ANY of these character....except the guy in the flower stand. hehe. But anyways, they belong to the Great J. K. Rowling. The song I used is Bon Jovi (YES, BON JOVI AGAIN!!! LOL) "Diamond Ring." Hermione awoke to strange surroundings and Draco’s arms wrapped around her. After a moment, she remembered the events of the night before. She snuggled closer to the man next to her, as if reassuring herself that he hadn’t left, that she wasn’t dreaming. Satisfied that he was, indeed, real, she laid her cheek against his chest and listened to his heart beat. Draco lay on his bed, his arms around Hermione. His Hermione. He was awake when he felt her move around, and now that she had settled back down, he let his thoughts drift to the future. Their future. Together. It sounded almost too good to be true. He knew that he loved her. And from her actions last night, he knew that she loved him just as much. Draco’s heart felt so full that he thought it would simply burst. He didn’t care what his father would try to do. He didn’t care what Saint Potter and the Weasel had to say. He was going to marry this woman. He would marry his Hermione. He tried to get out of the bed without waking her, but that was a lost cause. “Draco, where are you going?” She looked at him with those chocolate eyes full of love, and he almost proposed to her right then and there. But he wanted to do this right. “I need to go do some things, love,” he answered. Seeing the look on her face, he reassured her, “No, I’m not going anywhere. I just need to get a few things for us, ok? I promise.” She seemed satisfied with his answer. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a nice T-shirt, and threw on his emerald green robes. “I won’t be long,” he promised as he kissed her gently. Then he Disapparated. Diamond ring, wear it on your hand It's gonna tell the world, I'm your only man Diamond ring, diamond ring Baby, you're my everything, diamond ring Draco scanned the display. It had to be perfect. Nothing less for his Hermione. He looked at each and every ring, searching, but each one had a flaw. And that just wouldn’t do, oh no. That would not do for his Hermione. Then, a ring caught his eye. There was a heart shaped 1 carat diamond in the center, with pear-shaped sapphires on either side--Hermione’s birthstone. The stones were set in a platinum band. Quickly, he scanned the price tag--500 Galleons. He told the shopkeeper to hold the ring for him. Then, he ran out of the shop. Running into Gringotts, Draco gathered the money he needed. He then ran back to the shop and bought the ring. All that was left to do was to propose. Red, red rose brought it home to you Blood red rose, tells me that you're true Red, red rose, blood-red rose Like a fire inside that grows, blood-red rose Draco walked out of the shop with the ring in his pocket and a bounce in his step. He spied a flower stand. He walked over and talked with the owner. A few moments later, Draco walked away with a single red rose. Taken with a sudden inspiration, he Disapparated. When you're hungry, I will fill you up When you're thirsty, drink out of my loving cup When you're crying, I'll be the tears for you There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you He reappeared in front of a small cottage. He’d remembered it from Hermione’s pictures; it was Potter’s. He knew that he’d find them there. He knocked tentatively on the door. When the door opened, Draco found himself face-to-face with his archenemy, Harry Potter. He could tell that the other man was surprised to see him. “I need to talk to you, Potter. Can I come in?” Harry stood for a moment, then stepped aside to allow Malfoy entry. “Oy, Harry, who’s at the door?” Draco turned to see the red headed Weasel enter the room. The other man’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?” Draco took a deep breath. “I came here about Hermione.” Harry looked at him quizzically. “What did you do to her, Malfoy?” “Nothing, Potter. I came to ask if you knew where her parents are.” “Why do you need to know?” Ron demanded. Draco turned to face him. “I need to talk to her father.” “You can’t,” Harry said somberly. “They died in the war.” Draco’s heart fell. The best laid plans… “Then I guess I’ll have to ask the two of you.” Ron looked up sharply. “Ask us what?” Draco faced each man. “Which of you were closer to Hermione? And yes, Weasley, I know you were married, but with Hermione that may not mean everything.” Ron closed his mouth and scowled. Harry spoke first. “I guess that would be me. Hermione’s been like my sister for forever and a day. Why?” Draco pulled the ring out of his pocket. He swallowed his pride. “I…I came to ask for your permission to…to marry her.” Both men stood before him, speechless. Ron was ready to throttle the blond man. The nerve of him! Asking them if he, Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing Ferret, the cause of misery in their seven years at Hogwarts, could marry Hermione, lovely, wonderful, perfect Hermione. His Hermione. No. Not his anymore. She was Malfoy’s now. But he saw the pleading look on Malfoy’s face, and he knew that the other man was trying to make it right. He truly loved her, and Ron could not deny it anymore. “You have my blessing,” the red head said softly, surprising both Harry and Draco. “Th-thank you Wea-Ron.” Draco stuttered. Harry stared at Ron for a minute, then he, too, spoke. “Go ahead, Malfoy. Be good to her,” Harry said. Wagging his finger at the blond man, he added, “but if you hurt her in any way, you’ll be answering to us. We will hunt you down.” Draco nodded. “I don’t intend to hurt her. Far from it.” He turned to leave, then stopped and faced them again. “One more thing.” The other men faced him. “Yeah?” Harry asked. “Potter--Harry--would…would you…Merlin, this is hard for me to ask. Would you be my Best Man?” Harry was stunned. “B-but shouldn’t that be someone that you…well…trust?” Draco shook his head. “There is no one that I can trust, save Hermione. I want this to be for her. I would ask you to give her away, but that’s her decision to make, not mine.” Harry thought for a moment. “I’ll do it. For Hermione.” Draco offered him a small smile. “Thank you Po-Harry.” He turned, walked out the door, and Apparated back to the Leaky Cauldron. He crept up the stairs to his room and opened the door. Hermione was still in bed, wrapped in the warm blankets. Draco smiled a rare smile and crossed the room. She turned over in bed and smiled up at him. “Hello, Draco.” “Hello, love.” Draco handed her the rose. She smiled. “It’s beautiful.” When you're hungry, I will fill you up When you're thirsty, drink out of my loving cup When you're crying, I'll be the tears for you There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you “Hermione, love, you know that I love you with every fiber in my being,” Draco began. “Though I’ve tormented you for years, and I’ve been a bit mean.” Catching the look she was shooting him, he amended, “Alright, I’ve been a prat---ok, fine I’ve been the world’s biggest GIT!” She giggled. “But despite all this,” he continued, “You somehow found it in your heart to forgive me. No, you’ve done more than that. You found it in your heart to love me. Me, Draco Malfoy, World’s Biggest Git, King of the Prats, Draco “I’m-So-Much-Better-Than-You-Because-I’m-Pureblood-And-I-Have-Money” Malfoy. You loved me. And I love you.” You know, I bleed every night you sleep 'Cause I don't know if I'm in your dreams I want to be your everything... Draco saw tears fill her eyes as he felt them well up in his own. He reached in his pocket and opened the box. “Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor, the pleasure, the privilege, of becoming my wife?” Diamond ring, wear it on your hand It's gonna tell the world, I'm your only man Diamond ring, diamond ring Baby, you're my everything, diamond ring Darling, you're my everything, diamond ring The tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. He held his breath. Hermione sat on the bed, staring at him and the ring, tears streaming down her cheeks. After a long moment, she looked him in the eye and said one single word… Now, you've got me on your string.....Diamond ring “Yes…” ~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: By the way, if you want to see what her ring looks like, you'll have to e-mail me, because I'm not allowed to put links on here.
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