Meeble. This is my first het fic, and I feel like I've just dived off the deep end. Bear with me while I try and make my way through. I'm very nervous about this one.
It's Draco/Hermione and is set in their fifth year at the Graduation Ball (I think). All the lurvly charas belong to J.K.R
Dedicated to Pixie, because I couldn't get her to stay with slash. LURVE YOU my little het shipper!
~Happiest Girl~
She'd never meant to fall in love with Draco Malfoy, and when she did, she was baffled as to how it could have happened. He was everything that she despised, and then some. Cocky, bigoted, vain, immodest, a bully, a firm believer in Voldemort's way, and an openly anti-muggle/muggle born. He teased, and went out of his way to hurt herself and her friends. There were so many reasons as to why she could never like him.
However, she suspected it was the 'and some' that attracted her to him. Despite Draco's lesser qualities there were also several that she could appreciate and admire. He was intelligent for one, and devastatingly handsome. He was possessed of a rapier sharp wit that could, if he so chose, be extremely amusing. It could also wound, and she never let herself forget that. He was also very self-confident, a quality which would be a lot easier for her to admire if it hadn't left him with the need to constantly remind others that they were lesser beings.
She suspect that Draco had never meant to feel anything for her other than disgust either. But, if the events of their Graduation Ball were anything to go by, he did.
They had been dating for close to two years prior to the ball, much to the surprise of the other occupants of Hogwarts, and the disgust of her two best friends. They had settled down with time though, and while they were unable to accept Draco himself, they had come to accept the fact that she liked him. Their acceptance meant more to her than she had let them know.
It felt strange, saying that she had been dating Draco Malfoy for close to two years, but in comparison, the events of the Graduation Ball were much stranger to her.
He had proposed to her.
Draco Malfoy had gotten down on one knee, in front of the whole seventh year, and asked her to marry him. And once the initial shock that she had felt had worn off and turned to delight, she had kissed him and said yes. The looks of shock on Harry and Ron's faces had made her happiness all the sweeter.
Nothing else had mattered in that moment. Not the ongoing war with Voldemort, not what Lucius Malfoy's reaction would be when he found out. Not even her best friends' approval.
Draco Malfoy had asked her to marry him, and she knew beyond a doubt that in that moment she was the happiest girl alive.
~EnD~