Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter or any of the characters written by the wonderful J.K Rowling.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger's wedding was just around the corner.
He thought he could surprise his soon-to-be-wife by coming home from work early that day. He disapparated into her flat then walked to that oh so familiar sofa where she was of course, reading. He covered her eyes, and he could feel her eyes rolling right under his hands.
"Yes Draco?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice, probably due to the fact he had interrupted her reading.
"How did you know it was me?" he replied, feigning the confusion in his voice.
"Magic," Hermione says, smiling at her joke.
Draco lets out a chuckle, his laugh vibrating off the walls of her flat. "Is that so?" he laughs.
"Well it's good you came home early anyways, I wanted to show you something." She picks up what she was reading a while ago, it turns it's a bridal dress magazine. She flips through the pages, and finally turns to a page with a white satin wedding dress on it.
Draco sits next to her on the couch, and then rests her head on her shoulder, looking at the page.
"Draco, it's probably the most beautiful thing you've ever laid on, isn't it?" Hermione asks in awe, gazing lovingly at the dress and back up at Draco, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Eh, it's alright," Draco replies in a bored voice, "I've seen things way more breath taking than that measly piece of fabric." He then grabs the magazine out of her hand, and throws it into the fireplace a couple feet away.
Hermione can't believe he just did that! The twinkle in her eyes vanishes, replaced with a look of shock and fury, "WHY THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO THAT?" she yells, her arms flailing around with anger.
"Why not?" says Draco, that signature smirk on his face. As soon as he sees Hermione's fist going in for the punch, he swiftly grabs her wrist and drags her down the hall into her bathroom, and turns her by the shoulders, so she's facing the full body mirror on the back of her bathroom door.
"And why did you bring me here?" she asks him, annoyed, looking impatiently at her reflection in the mirror.
"Well you said that stupid piece of cloth was the most 'beautfiul' thing I probably have seen, and now I'm proving you wrong," he says confidently.
Hermione finally processes what he said, and blushes violently. With a shy smile, she asks, "Do you really mean that?" Her big brown eyes looking up to his silver grey eyes.
"Of course darling, I'm a Malfoy, aren't I? You know us Malfoys have impeccable taste," he says smugly.
"Oh shut up and kiss me you prat," Hermione growls, and Draco immediately obeys.
Author's note: so this is my first ever fanfic written, please spare me. Please review! Ciao for now darlings xoxo –mellow to the yellow