The Question

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Draco paced the floor. He was nervous. He put his hand in his pocket and ran his thumb over the velvet box. He didn't know if she would say yes. Oh, god. He was hoping she would.

"Draco, come on. We're going to be late," Hermione said as she came down the stairs. He nodded, not trusting his voice, and followed his girlfriend, hopefully soon fiancé, to the floo. The Mrs. Weasley was hosting her usual Sunday dinner, and, as usual, Draco and Hermione were invited.

The dinner passed as uneventful as ever. That was until Draco stood up.

"Can I have everyone's attention?" Draco asked, wiping his sweaty palms on his robes. Everyone stopped to look at him. He turned to Hermione. "Hermione, you are the love of my life, I can't imagine what I would do without you. I know I've been a jerk to you in the past, but you've turned my life around. I will always stand by you. I know I don't deserve you, but I love you." He got down to one knee. "Would you do me the honor of marrying me?"

By now, both Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were crying. Hermione was staring at Draco, Happiness etched all over her face. Her answer was barley heard and she nodded her head for emphasis. Draco's nervous expression vaporized and he smiled from ear to ear.

Hermione leaped onto Draco, knocking him over, peppering his face with kisses. Draco gave her, her ring. The women all imminently started wedding planning, and Harry leaned over.

"If you hurt her, I will personally torture and kill you, and then I'll let her deal with what's left of you." he whispered into Draco's ear.

"Dont worry I'll let you," Draco whispered back.

Fin