A/N: This is a roleplay that a angelwinxrod and I wrote. She played Draco (Italic) and I played the reader (bold, and originally my OC).

You're Ron's twin sister, older by a couple of hours. You're also a Gryffindor.

Also Draco's a little OOC in the beginning, but it's cute and it gets better. And (h/t) means hair type, like blonde, brunette, redhead.

So because this is a roleplay, everything is intermingled. For this story, George is dating Elina, Fred is dating Alice, and we put Harry and Ginny together. So there might be come confusing pieces.

You shuffled onto the train behind your brothers with your sister in tow. You sat with Ron as he slid into the compartment containing Harry and Hermione. Ginny sauntered down the train to find her own group of friends while the twins opted for sitting with a family friend, Elina.

They exchanged smiles and small talk until a flash of green caught Elina's eye... she winked at you when Draco Malfoy poked his head into the compartment.

You blushed and looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. You turned your attention back to your friends before recalling that the Slytherin loved picking on Harry. You looked at the ground and waited for the inevitable.

But everyone in the compartment was surprised when he asked rather politely, "May I borrow (y/n) for a moment?"

The four looked up at him in surprise.
"What for?" Ron asked, getting protective over his sister.

"None of your business, Weasley. I simply need to speak with (y/n) in private for a moment," Draco said cooly.

Elina cocked an eyebrow. "You know she's going to tell is what you say anyway, why not speak to her now?"
"Because this matter does not involve you, Robertson!" Draco snapped.

"In case you've forgotten, I'm a Weasley too," you reminded.

Draco spluttered. "But... I didn't mean... Dan I please just talk to (y/n)? That is all I came to ask!"

You looked at your brother and patted the wand in the pocket of your robes. "I'll be fine." You stood and followed Draco down the hall, away from their audience.

Draco shifted from foot to foot at the end of the hallway. "So I'm sure you're wondering why I wanted to talk to you," he mumbled. His stomach was doing flops. "Well... um... (y/n), I was wondering... and you are completely free to say no, but I'm kind of hoping you'll say yes. But you don't have to! Ummm... Bloody hell..." Draco blushed and looked at everything but you.

"Say yes to what?" you asked curiously. No one had ever seen the Slytherin nervous, much less awkward.

"Well... I was wondering if, perhaps... maybe i-if... if you're not too busy ummm... maybe you would like to meet me in the room of requirement next Friday night after dinner? I know your whole family thinks I'm a total git, and they're probably right, but I really want to show you that I'm not as bad as I act..." Draco looked down at the floor, preparing himself for the obvious denial ahead...

"Are you... asking me out?" You stared at him in awe.

"Ummm... maybe? Unless, you know you don't want me to... I mean you don't have to go... I just wanted to talk and... with your family and mine and everything... well, you understand..." Draco blushed... knew he was blowing it... his mouth was dry and he fidgeted with his tie as he waited for her answer.

You giggled. "I never thought I'd see the day when Draco Malfoy was nervous." You stepped forward, aware of the people poking their heads out of their compartments to watch to the best of their abilities. You stood on your toes, noticing the height difference, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'd love to."

Draco gaped at you in shock. "I'm not nervous! I ju- wait Y-You will? Really? I-I-I mean great! Good... well... I should probably let you get bac- OOF!" In his shock he ran into the door while attempting to back off a bit. He was blushing like mad... "I'll ummm... I'll go ahead and let you go then... ahhh... thanks for... you know not saying no and not... jinxing me to oblivion... ummm... I'm gonna go before I do anything else stupid..." and again he ran into the door. "I should probably have opened that..." he muttered.

You giggled and headed back to your compartment.
"What the bloody hell was that about?!" Ron demanded.

"Yeah girl, did you hit him with a confundus charm or something? I heard him get hit several times." Elina chimed in. Everyone looked at you with intrigue. They all saw Draco run into door and wondered what the bloody hell happened.

"I uh..." you hesitated, unsure if your friends would approve. "I told him I'd go out with him."

"YOU WHAT?" The whole compartment shook.
"Why would you even consider going out with someone as horrid as Malfoy?" Hermione snapped.
"Yeah he's a bloody git!" Ron chimed in.
"How do you know this isn't some trick or a bloody prank?" Elina said.
Harry just stared, his jaw dropped in shock.

"We'll find out," you defended. "And considering he walked away shell-shocked rather than smug, I'm going to assume it wasn't a prank." You stood and left, walking down the hallway of the train to find an empty compartment.

You eventually found one that held only the Slytherin prince himself. He was muttering unintelligible things to himself and staring out the window.

You looked around, noting the fullness of the other compartments and knowing that the whole train was aware of your business. You tapped on the window and waited for the blond to notice your presence before asking to join him.

He jumped and then turned to see your (y/n) eyes... and lost all train of thought. He just stared at you, surprised he could get such a jolt from a Weasley of all people.

"Mind if I join you? My compartment's panicking and everyone else is talking about me."

He stuttered, "S-sure..." he inwardly kicked himself. He was a Malfoy. He didn't stutter or go weak in the knees over a girl... yet here he was. There was just something about those beautiful (y/n) eyes that captivated him. When he looked at them, he never wanted to look away.

You smiled and sat beside him, closing the door behind you. "I have to ask..."

'Oh bloody hell what did I do now?' He thought to himself.

"Why me?" you finished. "A Gryffindor and a Weasley... aren't those your two biggest enemies?"

"Well... yeah but... you're not like the others... you're... special I guess. I can't really explain it" Draco said carefully, yet another blush darkening his pale cheeks. He really didn't have a clue as to how to tell you that you were the most beautiful and perfect girl he had ever seen... hopefully what had planned in the room of requirement would change that...

You smiled softly and rested your head on his shoulder.

Draco's heart sputtered at your touch. He held perfectly still, afraid that if he moved you would pull away. "Can I ask you something, (y/n)?"

"Of course," you replied, looking up at him

He studied the small smile playing about the corners of your lips. "Why did you say yes to me? When I went to ask you, I fully expected you to jinx me for even considering asking you out. And with our families and all, and how I've treated your friends..." for the first time in known history, Draco Malfoy looked truly ashamed of himself. He looked down into his lap and twiddled his fingers, listening for your reply.

"I don't care about family feuds," you replied. "Yes, you and your father haven't been the nicest to my family, but you haven't done anything to me personally. And you were nervous. I don't think you would have been that nervous if you weren't sincere." A blush claimed your cheeks as you looked down. "And I may have had a crush on you since third year."

Draco did a double take. "Y-You have?" His mind reeled. 'So I could have asked her out three bloody years ago? Damn it, Malfoy. All this time... how could you be so bloody thick?' Draco thought at himself. He was so frustrated with himself. He scoffed. "What a coincidence... I've kinda had a crush on you since we met..." Draco realized he just said that out loud and blushed for what seemed the millionth time today. In great leap of faith, took your hand in his own, and looked up through his long blonde lashes to gauge yout reaction.

"And you haven't said anything until now?" you teased before looking down at your hands. You smiled softly and intertwined your fingers.

Draco's heart sputtered at your tender gesture. He looked at your linked fingers, then flashed his signature smirk "I guess I am just bloody thick." He chuckled.

You rested your head on his arm and closed your eyes. Soon announcements were made that they were arriving at the castle.

His head was resting on yours... he couldn't believe his luck. He was snuggled with his favorite witch on the way to his favorite place in the world. He almost couldn't bear to release you to change into your robes. He felt cold without you next to him.

You slipped on your robe before returning to his side, ignoring the stares from the other students.

He smiled at you. Even in your drab school robes you still had the air of a goddess. He felt warmth flood his stomach and tingling in his spine.

You kept your fingers intertwined as you left the train and piled into carriages to ride to the castle.

Draco held you close and glared daggers at the Slytherins who dared to stare at them. He had waited for you long enough. There was no way he would let anyone ruin what he had wanted for the longest time. He gave your hand up and let you snuggle up to his side. He swore to himself then and there that he would protect you with everything he had. By any means necessary.

You looked up at him as he glared at their audience. You snuggled into his side, finding that you enjoyed his protective side. You glanced to the side to find your brothers watching you with concern and a hint of disgust and sighed softly, opting to ignore them.

"What's wrong (y/n)?" Draco asked worriedly.

"Nothing," you replied, shaking your head. "It'll just take time for people to accept this."

He glared around, noticing your brothers glaring at him. If looks could kill...
Repressing his urge to sneer at them, he looked away, "I've got a lot to make up for, don't I?" How he was going to do that exactly, though, he had no idea.

"Little bit," you giggled softly. "They think that... you're using me... that you're not serious..."

"I understand how they would think that. I haven't exactly seen eye to eye with them since we met. But I swear to you, (y/n), I will find a way to prove them wrong." Draco had that familiar steely glint in his eye. He wasn't going to give up.

"I believe you," you replied softly, resting your head on his shoulder.

As they approached the school, Draco's hand tightened in yours. He knew he couldn't stick by you every minute, and he also knew everyone they knew would give you hell for your new relationship with him. He didn't want you to get hurt. And who better to hurt you than those closest to you? His lips pressed into a thin line of worry and frustration.

You noticed his tension and looked up at him, eyes full of worry. "Are you alright?" you asked as they headed into the castle. You worried that the criticism of other students would make him decide you weren't worth it.

Draco sighed. "I'm just worried." His eyes shifted to the crowds now glaring at them. He pulled you closer.

You tightened your fingers around his and ignored the watchers. They'd only seen Draco's cold facade. They didn't know the true Draco.

As they entered the Great Hall Draco pulled you in for a hug and planted a kiss on your forehead before releasing you to join her friends. His eyes never left you through the entire feast.

You watched him go before sitting at the end of your table. You sat beside your roommate Alice, ignoring the stares of your friends.

After the feast, Draco ran up to you and grabbed your hand to tow you out of the Great Hall. He led you to the top of the astronomy tower. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were wild.

"Are you alright?" you asked, holding onto his hands. "Did the people get to you?"

"I-I just..." he took a deep breath. "I was going to wait until our date on Friday to ask you... but I can't stand the way everyone looks at you. I need them to know you're mine... but only if you want to be. (y/n), will you be my girlfriend?"

You waited nervously until he finished, worried that he was backing out. A soft smile claimed your lips as you looked up at him. "Yes. Absolutely."

At those words, Draco Malfoy flashed his first real smile since time immemorial. His heart soared and he took your hand in his own and planted a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

You smiled up at him and rested your head on his chest. You knew for sure now. He really wanted to be with you.

He walked you back to your dorm, your hand in his. He was actually smiling in public and he didn't even care about his tough guy reputation. He was on cloud 9... he finally had the girl of his dreams. As they neared the portrait leading to your common room, he kissed your knuckles again. "You honestly have no idea how truly happy I am (y/n). I swear I will do whatever it takes to win over your family."

"That attitude alone should make some difference," you smiled, looking up at him. "I can't wait for Friday."

"Neither can I, my beautiful flower. Sweet dreams, my (y/n)," he said. He pulled you in for a hug and held you like he would never let you go.

You looked up at him, still in his arms. You stood on your toes, unable to fully match his height, and pressed your lips to his cheek.

His heart never failed to stutter when your lips touched him... and this was no exception. His smile could have lit up the entire Great Hall. When he let you go, again he felt cold without you. He watched as you disappeared through the portrait hole. When it closed he jumped and span in the air. "I saw that, Malfoy," the Fat Lady said, in a teasing tone. "So what," Draco said dreamily, "I don't care." It was true. Draco didn't care if he was supposed to be tough or mean. He finally had his (y/n). He couldn't wait for Friday.

You smiled as you settled into your room, pulling out your sketchbook.
"So Malfoy, huh?" Alice teased.
"Unless you're truly supportive, I don't want to hear it," you stated.
Alice raised her hands in surrender. "Truly supportive, honest. It's just so weird to see him so kind to someone. It's a good weird. There's more to Malfoy than we thought."

Elina then ran in and jumped onto your bed. "Okay who was that and what did you do with Malfoy. I came around the corner as you left and saw him jump and spin in the air like a child on Christmas day. What curse did you hit him with? He didn't even care that the Fat Lady teased him and he was smiling like a normal person!" Elina was hitting you with one question after another without even stopping to breathe.

Alice gently pried the girl off of her roommate.
"All I did was agree to be his girlfriend," you shrugged. "How he reacted was entirely up to him. Clearly he's not the jerk that everyone thinks he is."

"WHAT?" Elina screeched and fell off the bed in shock. Everyone in the room gaped open-mouthed at you. Elina peeked over the edge of the bed from her spot on the floor. "And just when we're you planning on telling me this? How are you going to tell Ron? Or Hermione or Harry or anyone else for that matter?"

"I wasn't planning on telling anyone," you replied, focused on your drawing. "I figured it would spread through the school soon enough. Since none of you support my decision, none of you deserve to know."

Everyone looked down in shame. "Well, maybe I didn't like it at first, but when I saw what you did to him and how he acted when you weren't looking... I thought maybe it wasn't so bad," Elina mumbled. "I'm sure anyone else would have supported you when they saw how lovesick he was acting." Elina looked up, an apology in her eyes. The others nodded in agreement. They would support you.

"He plans on proving himself to everyone," you continued. "He knows that no one approves, especially my family. He wants to prove that he's serious about me and that he's not his father."

"Well he can start with an apology. We all know he hasn't been the nicest guy to your family." Elina suggested with a shrug.

"He'll start with whatever he feels necessary. This was his idea, his quest, his reputation."

"It was? I think this new Draco's going to be an interesting puzzle..." Elina said, getting up. "I'm going to bed." She paused at the door, "And Daisy, you should tell your family. I know they hurt you by not supporting you but hurting them back by letting them find out from someone else that you're dating Draco is not the way to go. It'll only tear you farther apart. They already went through that with Percy. Just be careful." With that, she left.

"They know he asked, and they know I said yes. I've already gotten the backlash. I don't want to talk to them right now."

But Elina had already gone. "She's still right, you don't have to talk to them now, but you have to tell them before they find out from someone else," Alice piped up.

"No, I don't," you argued. "They heard me say yes to a date. That's enough. They'll probably hear it from Draco when he starts trying to redeem himself."

"Do you really think they're going to believe him? The only way they'll ever accept you is if you tell them, and the best way to keep their heads from exploding would be if you told them before they find out. If you're up front about it, they'll be mad for a while but they'll be happy you were honest with them and it will make it easier for them to accept it in the long run."

"They chose this," you yelled. "They chose to shout and panic and question by judgment. Draco proved himself to me - he can prove himself to my family too. If they don't believe him, that's their decision. It's not my problem."

Alice rolled her eyes at her friend's stubbornness; you were definitely a Weasley. She spoke quietly and gently, "Think about it from their perspective, (y/n). You're the firstborn daughter and their little sister. And Malfoy has done a fantastic job at making sure that you're other siblings and most of your friends know that he doesn't like them. Then he comes out of nowhere and asks you out. Don't you see? They're only trying to protect you because they love you. They don't know the Draco you know yet." Alice kept her voice quiet and gentle. She really did care about you and your family. She didn't want to see them fall apart.

"Do you think I don't know that? I know exactly how he's treated them and how they feel about him. But instead of asking if I was sure about him and telling me to be careful, they freaked out and screamed at me. They brought this on themselves." You sighed, too upset to draw. You put your things away and changed into pajamas. "I'm going to bed. This conversation is over."

Alice sighed. "You are such a stubborn (h/t), Weasley," she muttered under her breath.

You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. You thought that at least your roommate would be on your side, but it appeared all you had now was the Slytherin Prince.

That night, Draco never stopped smiling. He lay awake in his bed thinking of his beautiful (y/n). Your (e/c) eyes, the way you smiled, your laugh, the way you carried yourself with such confidence. He sighed, content. All he had to do now was win over your family.

You awoke the next morning, noticing that you were the first awake. You dressed and braided your hair before heading to the Great Hall for breakfast.

As you sat down Alice sat next to you. "Sorry about last night (y/n). I slept on it and it's your choice whether you tell your family or not. Forgive me?" Alice looked down at her lap. She knew you were stubborn. She shouldn't have pushed you.

"If you keep this train of thought, yes," you nodded.

Alice smiled gently at her friend, then proceeded to load up her plate. Draco then walked in, and Alice elbowed you. He looked asleep on his feet but he was still smiling gently from last night.

"Doesn't look like he slept much," Alice noted.
"Probably planning how to win over the Weasleys," you mused.

He spotted you sitting with your friend and walked over, ignoring the stares that follwed. "Good morning, my beautiful (y/n)," he whispered in your ear.

You blushed lightly and smiled up at him, scooting over to make room. "Morning. You look like you didn't sleep at all."

Draco blushed. "Is it that obvious?" Alice raised her eyebrows in surprise. She had never seen the Slytherin smile, let alone blush.

"Are you alright?" you asked, worried.

Draco smirked as he sat on your other side. "Never been better."

"You do look tired," Alice insisted.

Draco smiled. "I didn't want to fall asleep because I thought I was dreaming. I thought when I woke up that last night would not be real and I'd be back on the train, too scared to ask her out again." Alice shot a shocked look at you. Draco had never spoken two words to her before. Now he was pouring out speeches about his love for you. Elina was right, he was lovesick. She smiled at the couple and continued eating.

You smiled and leaned against his side as you nibbled on a muffin. "Well you're stuck with me now."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, grabbing a green apple and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

Alice looked at the Gryffindors watching the pair and shrugged. They'd deal with it.

Elina sat across from you and smiled apologetically. "I didn't say anything. You might want to get a camera ready. Your family's not far behind." She turned to Draco, "Good morning, Draco." She said pleasantly. "For the record, I support you guys, but if you hurt her, you gotta deal with me. Got it?"
Draco smirked, "Yes, ma'am!" He gave her a two finger solute. Elina looked at him, again shocked. He had always been rude to her and now he was joking around with her? Maybe he had really changed.

"They'll survive," you replied, mood faltering slightly. You continued to eat her muffin as Ron and Ginny approached you, both concerned and shocked at your decision.

Alice put a comforting hand on your shoulder as your family approached. They all did double takes and stood by the table in shock.
"Well are you gonna sit down or are you going to eat standing up?" Elina snapped. They turned their shocked stares to Alice and Elina sitting calmly with the couple.

"If you're not here to be supportive, go away," you stated. Ginny sat beside you with apologetic eyes.

Elina raised a brow at the twins, reluctantly sat down next to her. Ron turned three shades of red before walking down table to sit with Harry and Hermione.
"Sooo..." George said.
"Are you two dating now or...?" Fred finished. Elina smacked them both on the back of the head.

"Yes," you replied simply.

"Ohhh..." Fred said, stuffing his face.
"So do you want us to call you Mrs. Malfoy now or...?" George said, his signature grin splitting across his face.
Fred choked on his food from laughing and Elina once again smacked him, this time on his arm. "Please excuse him Draco," she said.
"I'm good with it," Draco replied, winking at you.

"This is their way of dealing with it," you shrugged, leaning against the blond's side.
You stood as breakfast ended, slinging your messenger bag over your shoulder. You smiled at Draco, silently asking him to walk with you since you shared your first class.

He smiled and took your hand, leaving everyone else behind.

You intertwined your fingers as you headed to Potions. "Seems like people are coming around."

"Yeah, some more than others," Draco replied, eyeing a group of Slytherins staring at you. He held your hand tighter and pulled you closer as you rushed off to Potions.

Your brows furrowed in worry as you held onto him. "I guess your house isn't quite as supportive..."

"They're bloody gits is all... those that matter will come around," Draco growled. He hated seeing the way they eyed you like you were some sort of plague. His usual sneer spread across his face, this time directed at his housemates who dared to stare at them.

You watched as the Slytherins scattered away from the Prince's glare. You touched his arm, hoping to calm him down. "And those that don't can deal with it."

Your touch calmed him. He took a deep breath and looked down at you. "You're right," he said, stroking your cheek gently. He didn't know what he would do without you, even though you had just started going out.

"Come on," you smiled, nodding your head towards the classroom.

Draco swallowed nervously as they entered the classroom. He held onto your hand for dear life as the cold glare of his head of house reached them.

You glared back, causing Snape to raise a brow. Weasleys were known for being afraid of the Potions master. You sat down and looked up at Draco, waiting for him to join you.

He sat next to you, still holding your hand as Professor Snape walked up.
"So, , it appears the rumors are true," Snape drawled in his usual monotonous voice.
"Yes, Professor," Draco said, his hand tightening around yours.
Snape looked between the two. "At least you have chosen the most competent Weasley to spend your time with. Pray do not let it affect your performance, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said after a moment. Draco looked up at his professor, a shocked look on his face. Snape gave an almost imperceptible smile and walked back over to his desk.

You raised a brow as he walked away. You looked up at the blond. "I think that was his version of approval."

Draco still had a shocked look on his face, "I think it was." He couldn't believe it.

You smiled up at him as class started, taking out your notes.

He got out his things in a daze, unable to believe his luck. 'I have the best godfather in the world right now.' He thought to himself.

You rested your head against Draco's arm as you walked out of class. You were tired of the stares, but you could ignore them. You only hoped they wouldn't get to the blond beside you.

Draco hardly noticed the stares though, because he was smiling down at the beautiful (h/t) on his arm. He knew his housemates didn't approve, but the only people whose opinion he did care about approved. He just had to tell his parents... and if they didn't approve, he didn't care. His heart warmed when you were near him and you made him want to be a better person. "I think I know how I could start winning over your family," he whispered in your ear.

Your eyes lit up as you looked up at him. He had ideas already? "And how's that?"

He looked at the floor, "Well, they may not be happy, but I think we should tell our parents. Together. And I should apologize to your family. They may not accept my apologies yet, but it's a start. What do you think?

You stopped and looked at him nervously. He must be sincere if he was suggesting talking to his parents, but in all honesty, his parents frightened you. You rested your head on his chest, breathing a soft sigh. "It's a start," you agreed.

He wrapped you in his arms, "I know you're nervous, but I promise my parents aren't as bad as they seem. You just have to get to know them." He said this more for his benefit than yours.

"But I'm a Weasley," you reminded. "Your father wouldn't come within twenty feet of me. He'd never accept this."

"Then he does not matter. You are more than 'just a Weasley'. You are also beautiful, smart, and perfect in every way. If my father can't see that, then that's his own problem."

You offered him a small smile, nerves slowly fading away. You rested your head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. "Okay. We'll talk to them this weekend."

He half-smiled. "How exactly are we going to get them here though?" He mused.

"We could go there," you suggested. "Might make them more comfortable. Or you could owl your mother. She's the reasonable one, right?"

"Yeah she is..." he said trailing off in thought. "How about we go to your place this weekend to tell your parents, and I owl my mum to ask if they could come the weekend after and we tell them then?" He looked nervously into your beautiful (e/c) eyes.

You nodded. "That sounds like a plan."

When you got to the Griffindor table, you saw George and Elina sitting across from Alice, Ginny, and Fred. Elina blushed and laced her fingers with George's.

You leaned against Draco's side, glad that at least a couple of people had accepted your decision. You knew this was hard enough on Draco without everyone turning against them. Fred looked up at his twin and grinned. "You two had fun."

Elina blushed furiously and giggled as she sat down next to George.

"So when are you telling the crew?" Alice asked, gaining Ginny's attention.
"Telling my family this weekend," you replied, nodding at your sister.

"So you are going to tell them then," Elina said. She turned to Draco, "You going to be there?"
"Yes. It doesn't seem fair to leave her to do this alone," Draco said, wrapping an arm around you.

"Plus you're the one that has to impress them, not me," you reminded with a smirk, leaning into his side.
"How are you going to do that?" Ginny asked.

"Well I was thinking an apology would be a nice start, seeing as my family has made apologizing more rare than finding a unicorn," Draco said, looking down at his food.
Elina raised an eyebrow. "Well he's not wrong," She muttered, looking at George.

George nodded. "You know it will take a lot for everyone to come around right?"
"Yeah," Fred agreed. "You haven't even won us over yet."

Elina gave them both a look, "Support, remember?"
"No, it's fine," Draco said, "I know I have a lot to make up for, seeing how my family has treated yours, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try."
Elina glanced at the twins, gauging their reaction to Draco's declaration.

"Our little sis really means that much to you?" Fred asked.
"Enough for you to apologize to our entire family?" George added.

"She means the world to me. I would do anything for her," Draco declared without hesitation, looking lovingly at you.

Ginny smiled lovingly, her inner romantic melting into goo. George understood the feeling and pulled Elina closer by her waist. You blushed lightly, resting your head on the blond's shoulder.

Elina rested her head on George's shoulder. "Well then, I guess that answers all our questions. Congrats Draco, you've passed the preliminaries and now there's only the rest of her family to win over," Elina joked. She knew he truly loved you when he threw away his reputation as a tough guy right in front of the Fat Lady.

"Something tells me the Weasleys will be much more negotiable than the Malfoys," Alice noted.

Draco sighed and looked down, "You would probably be right about that. I think my mother's the only reasonable one in my family aside from me." His face fell because as he spoke the words, he knew they were true.
Elina saw the downtrodden expression and actually felt sorry for him. She snuggled deeper into George's side.

"We'll go through her then. Maybe if she approves, your father will come around," you noted.

"Hopefully," Draco sighed. He held you closer to him, your warmth calming him. All that mattered was that he had you. He rested his head on top of yours, momentarily forgetting their audience.

Alice and Ginny smiled at the pair, glad to see the Slytherin's true colors. You grasped his hand and intertwined your fingers, knowing it calmed him down.

His smile returned at gesture. You knew him so well.
Suddenly there was crash at the other end of the table. Apparently Ron had seen the whole thing and accidentally flipped his plate when he pounded his fist on the table in frustration.

"I guess he hasn't come around yet," Ginny grimaced. House elves rushed in and collected the glass, cleaning the area.

Elina rolled her eyes. "If he wants to be a stubborn git, might as well let him."
As Ron walked by to go clean up, he shot the whole group a glare. "Bloody traitors, the lot of you," he mumbled as he passed. Elina's blood boiled as she got up to say something back.

"Leave it," you said, reaching a hand out to keep Elina grounded. Just as irritated, George glared at his brother as he wrapped his arm around Elina's waist.
You turned to Draco apologetically. "Looks like he'll be the hardest to win over."

Elina glared at the youngest Weasley boy. "Bloody git. I swear it's like his head is full of bricks with how hard-headed he is," she said with a huff.
Draco nodded, "Then I guess I'll just have to keep trying. He can't be any worse than my father."

"He's just extra protective because he's your twin," Alice noted. "You're more connected."
You nodded, leaning against Draco's side.

Draco put his arm around your shoulder so you would be more comfortable. He knew from the start Ron would be the hardest to win over except possibly Mr. Weasley. He just needed to give it time.
Elina mused, "Doesn't mean he's gonna be any less stubborn." Her face clouded over with worry. How would family react to her and George's relationship? It was bound to be better than the reaction Draco would receive, but would they think it wrong because they were so like family?

"If it helps," Ginny said, looking at Elina, "they love you."
You knew that classes ceased after dinner, so you stood up and gently pulled Draco along with you. You began walking down the hall to the door, leading him outside to the field. You figured you two could use some time away from the glares.

As you neared a giant weeping willow, you sat down together and looked at the sun dipping slowly below the horizon.

You snuggled into his side, your head on his chest. You looked up at him, trying to read his expression. "What are you thinking about?"

He smiled and said, "I'm thinking about how there's nothing I would rather be doing than sitting here with you next to me. And about how amazingly beautiful you are." He planted a loving kiss on your forehead.

"I'm not that beautiful," you replied softly, cuddling closer. You couldn't believe how sweet he was to you. You believed he could win over your family if he tried, but Ron seemed to be persistently unsupportive.

Draco saw the worried crease between your eyebrows start forming and guessed its cause. He gently grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look you in the eye. "You most certainly are that beautiful, (y/n). And I will win over your family even if it takes me forever. Which it actually might for your brother, Ron," he said with a smirk.

You looked up at him and smiled, nodding slightly. "I believe you. And I think my parents will come around."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you in a loving embrace and buried his nose in your hair. He wanted nothing more than to make you happy.

You wrapped your arms around his middle, burying your face in his chest.

Your hearts beat in sync as the sun goes down. Nothing could ruin this moment. Draco's eyes closed as he held his beautiful (y/n) close.

You looked up at him with a small pout on your lips. "We should head in before curfew."

His face fell slightly, "I guess we should." He grabbed your hand as you started back towards the castle.

You locked your fingers, resting your head on his shoulder. "I don't want to leave."

"Neither do I," he sighed, looking down at you. He wished he could stay out here with you forever. He squeezed your hand lovingly and gently kissed your forehead.

You leaned forward, resting against his chest. "I can't wait for Friday."

His hand traced gentle patterns on your back. "Neither can I. But I think you're going to like what I've got planned," he said, gently resting his head on yours.

"Ooh," you grinned. "Do I get any hints?"

He flashed your favorite smirk, "Maybe... it depends on how persuasive you can be." He said with an impish wink. He loved that you were excited for your date.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close and trying to be sweet. You tilted your head and looked up at him with your best puppy eyes. "Please?"

He found it so hard to resist your wishes when you looked at him like that, (y/n) eyes pleading with him and your adorably pouty lips pushed out in a pout. "Sorry, love," he said, "But you're getting really close." He winked.

Your brows furrowed before you pulled him closer until your noses touched. You rested your hands on his chest and nibbled your lower lip, looking as innocent as you could. "Please?"

His heart skipped a beat. He wanted so desperately to kiss you right now. But he didn't want to make a move on your first day as an official couple. That would be disrespectful. Wouldn't it? Good lord, but you looked so beautiful looking up at him through your lashes. He lost all train of thought as he got lost in your beautiful (e/c) eyes.

You took in his lack of response and tried not to let your disappointment show. You lowered back to your normal height and removed your hands from his chest. "Maybe we should head to bed..."

"Fireflies," he said.

You tilted your head in confusion, looking up at him. "What?"

"That's the hint," Draco said, "Our date's gonna involve fireflies." He looked down his beautiful (y/n), a soft smile on his lips.

You thought on it, still confused. "Fireflies..."

"Just trust me, you're going to like it," Draco said with a wink and a grin.

"If you say so," you nodded, smiling softly.

He walked you to your dorm again, unfazed by all the stares. "Here to perform more acrobatics, Mr. Malfoy?" the Fat Lady said with a sly wink. Draco blushed bright red.

You looked between the blond and the painting. "What happened after I left?"

"Ummm... would you believe me if I said nothing?" Draco said, embarrassed.

You looked to the Fat Lady who shook her head with a grin. You turned back to the blond. "Sorry. She ratted you out."

Draco flushed darker, "Well, I may or may not have done a spinning jump on my way to my dorm last night."
"Oh pish posh!" The Fat Lady exclaimed, "He practically skipping on his way out!"

You giggled, wrapping your arms around the blushing blond. "Was that because of me?"

Draco smiled, "Maayyybe."

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He kissed yours in turn and said, "Goodnight my beautiful flower. Sleep well." He then released you to go to bed.

You smiled at him before turning to the door. "Goodnight Dragon."

The next morning Draco woke up and grinned. He had actually had enough rest last night, and each day brought him closer to his date with you. He got ready and strutted to the Great Hall for breakfast.

You awoke with a smile on your lips. You had a dream about your date with Draco, and you knew the real thing would be even better. You dressed quickly and headed to the Great Hall, sitting beside your roommate while you waited for the blond.

Draco sat beside you and pulled you close, whispering, "Morning, my beautiful flower."

"Morning Dragon," you smiled, settling into his side.

Draco smirked, "Is that my new nick name?"

"It is if you're going to call me Flower," you returned.

Draco leaned down and kissed your cheek. "Then I guess I'm your pet dragon, then" he said with a grin.

You giggled and rested your head on his shoulder. "I guess so."

Elina blushed bright red from something George had said, and Draco rested his head on yours.
"Awww lovebirds all around!" Ginny gushed.

You laughed at your sister's outburst, noticing that your twin continued to glare at you from the other end of the table

Elina followed your glance, her fists balling when she saw Ron's glare.

George and Fred's eyes followed, sneering at their brother before turning back to the conversation.

"At least hasn't broken anything this morning," Draco offered.
"Yet," Elina added, glaring savagely back at Ron.

You looked down at the table. The anger towards your family that hadn't accepted your decision still bubbled inside you, but it was overpowered by the hurt that your own twin had called you a traitor.

Draco squeezed your shoulder gently as he held you close. He wished he could take away the pain you felt. Alice put a comforting hand on yours and Elina gave you a half smile. Draco was glad you had a few friends and family members on your side.

You sighed and stood, gently grasping Draco's sleeve. "We should get to class."

Draco smiled softly, grasping your hand as he stood. "Sure."

You headed out into the hall, leaving early enough to give you both some time alone.

"Are you okay (y/n)? I know this has not been easy for you," Draco said, worry crossing his face.

"I'm fine," you sighed. "It's just that he's never been this mad at me. We've gotten into fights but we're twins. We always make up."

"This time will be no different, (y/n)," Draco reassured you. "It's just going to take a little longer," he said, gently pulling your chin up so he could look her in the eye, "How about I talk to him today? I'll start by apologizing. He may not accept it at first, but who in your family would? I have been pretty bloody horrible to the lot of them."

You met his eyes and nodded, resting your head on his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, sighing softly. "Okay. Let me know what happens."

He held you tightly against his chest and murmured into your hair, "Of course, my flower."

"I love you, Dragon," you whispered. You then realized what you said and looked up at him, bushing. "I mean, uhm..." You bit her lip, worried that you crossed a line.

His smile could have lit up the whole school. He had dreamed of you saying those words to him. He cupped your cheek gently, "I love you too, my beautiful (y/n)." He rested his forehead against yours. He didn't care about anything, he knew now was the right time. He tilted his head forward and pressed his lips gently against yours.

Your eyes widened in surprise before they closed and you returned the kiss. Your arms rested on his chest as you sighed softy against his lips.
Ron, Harry and Hermione chose that moment to come into the hall. They stopped and stared, unsure of how to react.

He pulled away gently, unaware of their audience, "I swear (y/n), if it takes everything I have in me, I will find a way to prove myself to your family," Draco said, stroking your cheek lovingly.

You stared up at him while jaws dropped and gasps escaped. You blushed deeply while people stared and began whispering amongst themselves.
"Is he serious?" Ron exclaimed.

"I think he may very well be," whispered Hermione.

"It's not like they have an audience to perform for," Harry noted.

Draco rested his head on yours as he held you close. "I'll talk to Ron after dinner," he promised.

You buried your face in his neck while McGonagall ushered students to class. She paused by you and Draco and smiled approvingly at the two of you.

Hermione approached you two and you turned to her curiously. "You guys make a lovely couple. And sorry about Ron," she mumbled before rushing off to class.

"People are coming around," you smiled softly.

Draco smirked. "Told you so," he teased.

You stuck your tongue out at him. "Now you just have to get Ron and my parents."

He smiled, "This is going much better than I expected." It had only been two days and he had won over all but a few people. He smiled softly down at you.

Your smile faltered as you remembered his family. "We still have to tell your father."

"My father can think what he likes. It's my mother whose opinion I value, and she'll come around when she sees how perfect you are for me," Draco said, kissing your forehead.

You smiled up at him. "We should head to class."

He swept aside in a dramatic bow, "After you my lady." He grinned.

You giggled and sauntered into class, taking you usual seat.

Draco sat next to you, shot you a smile, and began his work.

Lunch rolled around and everyone sat together at what had become their usual spot at the Griffindor table. Ignoring the stares from everyone in the Great Hall, they laughed and talked like normal friends would do.

"So it sounds like Draco's serious about redeeming himself," Alice commented, noticing that the blond hadn't arrived yet.
You blushed. "I think so."

Draco walked up, "I most certainly am," he kissed your cheek, "Sorry, love. I had to see to the details of our date." He winked at you.

"Do I get any other hints?" you asked sweetly.

Draco tapped the side of his nose and winked again, "Sorry darling, top secret." He grinned at you before starting on his meal.

You pouted up at him, causing Alice and Ginny to laugh.

"Oi! Malfoy! I need to have a few words with you." Everyone turned to see the Golden Trio shuffling towards them, Ron in the lead. The redhead looked serious, but for the first time in days, he didn't look angry.

You looked between your brother and boyfriend with worried eyes. You only hoped that your brother's words would be reasonably nice.

Draco squeezed your hand reassuringly, "I'll be fine." He then got up and said civilly, "What is it you need Ron?" No one knew that they saw Draco and you earlier.

You nodded and watched as he left. You turned worriedly to Alice and Ginny before turning back to try and watch the exchange.

"Come on, Malfoy," Ron said gruffly. He led the blond out of the Great Hall, Hermione and Harry trailing behind.

"Why do Harry and Hermione get to intervene and we don't?" Alice wondered.

"Probably because they're the ones most equipped to hold Ron back from doing something stupid aside from (y/n)," Elina said. She hadn't exactly been friends with the Slytherin prince, but she didn't want Ron to hurt the poor bloke. All he did was fall in love. She worriedly clutched George's hand.

"If anyone, I should be out there," you stated, crossing her arms.
George held Elina close, sharing a look with Fred. They both hoped their little brother wouldn't do anything stupid.

"So... what is it you wanted to talk about Ron?" Draco asked. He was still wary of the red head.

Harry and Hermione watched, ready to hold the redhead back if necessary. The Weasleys were a spirited bunch.

"Well, normally, I'd want nothing more than to sock you one for asking out my sister. You've been nothing but a bloody git since the day we met," Ron started.

"Easy Ron," Hermione warned. They'd all seen the couple in the halls.

Ron took a deep breath. "I know Hermione, I have eyes too." Draco cocked his head in confusion. Ron took another calming breath. "I saw how sincere you were with my sister. You had no audience. I don't know why you didn't act like the bloke you are with my sister from the start, but I know now that you're not going to hurt her." Ron's gaze hardened. "But I swear on my life, Malfoy, if you hurt her in any way, there'll be murder."

"There's no screaming," Ginny noted. "That's a good sign."

The trio then walked in and took their usual seats, nodding at you. Draco shuffled in with a shell shocked look on his face.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at how normal everyone was acting. You turned to the blond as he sat down. "What happened?"

The shocked look slowly faded into one of pure joy and surprise. He looked like a child on Christmas day. Only two words escaped his mouth before he outright laughed. "Ron approves." He grinned and spun you in a circle.

You made a noise of surprise as you were spun, looking up at him as your feet returned to the floor. "Really?"

"Yes!" He replied, jubilant. He could not believe it. The most stubborn of all the Weasleys had given him his blessing to date the most prized person of the entire family.

Alice and Ginny erupted into cheers and applause, smiling at Ron. You snuggled into the blond's side with a small smile. All of your siblings were on board, which would help win over your parents.

Elina grinned at George, "I guess he's not AS MUCH of a stubborn git as I thought," she smirked. She hugged George tighter. Maybe this meant that people would easily approve of their relationship. After all, she was a close family friend.
Draco held his love tightly against him. All he needed to do now was win over both your parents and you could be together in peace. To hell with his father. He loved you and would rather be cut off and with you than have all the riches in the world without you.

"It shouldn't be too hard to win my parents now," you mused. "They put a lot of faith in us. If the rest of the family approves, my parents won't be far behind."
"And they'll definitely like you," George grinned. "No offense, but with (y/n) dating a Malfoy, you'll be their new favorite."

Elina blushed and giggled, then planted a chaste kiss on George's lips. "Except for Ginny." She joked. She winked at the girl and snuggled closer to George and his constant warmth with a soft smile on her lips.
Draco murmured to you, "Too bad I'm not really a dragon, because I honestly feel like flying." He winked at you.

You giggled and rolled your eyes at him, cuddling closer. "You're my dragon."

He kissed your lips gently, "Always, my flower." He stroked your cheek lovingly. His flower. His heart swelled at the mere thought of you. Everything about you made him fall more deeply in love with you.

Alice watched the exchange with a smile. Never had anyone seen Malfoy act so sweetly to anyone.

The next few days were spent in perfect bliss. Our young lovers all grew closer both to their beloved and to each other. Draco got on fairly well with the twins and the girls were all friends before any of this started. Soon enough, Friday rolled around, and things were going to get interesting.
Draco practically jumped out of bed. His day was finally here. He checked on all the last minute details and set off to breakfast to find his beloved (y/n).

Your stomach fluttered pleasantly as you awoke, realizing that it was Friday. Tomorrow you'd be taking Draco home to redeem himself to the rest of your family, but today was your first official date. Your only hint had been fireflies, and though you thought about it all week, you had no idea what your date would be.

Draco kept fidgeting with his tie and smoothing down his hair. Ginny was so nervous she had to remind herself to breathe.

You sat at the table beside your favorite Slytherin, trying to think of what your date would entail. Alice fidgeted in her seat, unable to stop smiling. George kept his arm around Elina's waist, holding her close. All of the couples were too excited to do much of anything.

"Well, it looks like everyone is sufficiently nervous. What do you say we actually eat before dinner's over?" Elina quipped. But she was just as nervous as the rest of them. Everyone ate in silence as the minutes crawled by slowly.

You took a breath and munched on a strawberry. A soft smile claimed your lips as you told yourself that she had no reason to be nervous. The following day was another story, but tonight was all about you and Draco, and you were excited.

After bidding adieu to your friends, Draco grabbed your hand and rushed off to the Room of Requirement. Once they got to the bare stretch of wall, they were met by Dobby, the house elf. "Everything as I asked?" Dobby bowed and said, "Everything is exactly as master Draco asked. " Draco walked back and forth three times, and a door appeared. "Close your eyes," he said taking your hands in his own.

You closed your eyes, partially excited and partially nervous. He had a house elf make sure everything was set up? You were kind of honored. You held onto his hands as he led you inside, wondering what you would see when you opened your eyes.

Draco led you through the doors and whispered, "You can open your eyes, love."

The room of requirement had turned into the grandest ballroom ever known. Fireflies danced in the orbs of the great chandelier, making the glass twinkle and sparkle like stars. A small orchestra was set up in the corner, with no musicians, and a grand piano was set up not far off. The floor shined like gold and polished marble.

Your eyes opened and widened in awe. You looked around, taking in the gold atmosphere. You turned to look up at the blond. "What is all this?"

Draco clapped his hands, and the instruments started to play themselves. It was sweet, slow waltz. Draco bowed. "May I have this dance, my flower?" He winked.

You smiled and nodded, stepping closer. "I'm really not dressed for this," you giggled. "You did all of this for me?"

"You're perfect as you are, (y/n). And I would do anything for you," Draco said, taking your hand in his and putting another on your waist. He expertly started to spin you around on the dance floor. "Even if I had to take a few dance lessons with Longbottom."

"You what?" you giggled, one hand resting on his shoulder. "You took dance lessons for me?"

"Of course, I couldn't very well bring you dancing if I didn't know how to dance," Draco chuckled, spinning you as the music swelled. He brought you in close, "I would face the entire world for you, my (y/n)," he whispered gently in your ear as they danced.

"I bet Neville was surprised," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You buried your face in his neck and took a breath. "I must say, your reputation is completely false."

Draco chuckled, "Even the part where it says I'm charming?" He winked and gently kissed your cheek.

You rolled her eyes before closing them. "You know what I meant."

"I know, love," Draco whispered, tickling the hair by your ear with his cool breath.

"So what gave you the idea for all of this?" you asked, pulling back to look at him.

Draco blushed, "Well, I had heard about some muggle stories where the prince and princess fall in love at a ball, and I kind of hoped that I could make you feel like a princess if I tried something similar. Because, you are my princess, and wanted to make sure you felt like one."

"You heard muggle stories?" you grinned in disbelief. Malfoys hated muggles. "Does that make you my Prince Charming?"

Draco leaned in closer and rested his forehead against yours. "Only if you want me to be," he whispered.

You looked up at him through (h/c) lashes and bright (e/c) eyes. "Well a princess needs a prince. And last I checked, you were the Slytherin prince."

Draco chuckled at the old nickname. "And you are my beautiful flower princess," he replied, placing his hands gently on your waist as you slow danced. Your eyes shined like stars in the light of the fireflies blinking above. He leaned in and gently brushed his lips against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you responded in kind, hands resting on his shoulders. You let out a contented sigh as your lips quirked into a soft smile.

Draco gently pulled away, "You do like it don't you (y/n?" He glanced up worriedly through his long lashes.

"It's beautiful," you nodded, smiling. "It's way more than I expected. It's perfect."

Draco grinned. "Not nearly as perfect as you," he said, gently taking your chin and guided your gaze back to him. "You are true perfection, my beautiful (y/n)."

You blushed and nibbled your lower lip nervously. "You've got an interesting definition of 'perfect'."

"It depends on where you're standing, flower," he said, gently stroking your cheek.

"Well," you began, eyes glancing down at your feet before looking back up at him. "I think you're perfect for me."

Draco sighed, "I honestly don't know what I did to deserve someone so beautiful inside and out, but thank whatever lucky star brought you to me, because I'd be nothing without you, my (y/n)."

"Good," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Because you're stuck with me now." You thought for a moment before biting your lip. "Are you ready for this weekend?"

Draco smiled softly, "I think I am. I know our families haven't gotten along in the past, but seeing as won over Ron of all people, I think they will come around."

"I think the odds are in your favor," you nodded.

Draco smiled softly, "Of course they are, I have the most perfect witch in the world for my own, I get to meet her parents when the sun rises, and for now, I get to dance the night away with her. Never in my life have I felt so lucky than I do here with you (y/n)."

You blushed, looking up at him. "I think you are my Prince Charming."

Draco blushed, "of course, my (y/n). I am all yours."

You rested her forehead on his and closed your eyes. "I don't want it to end."

"I know my darling. Neither do I," he wrapped his arms around you waist and gently drew you closer.

"How late do you think we could get away with staying here?"

Draco grinned. "I may or may not have talked Dumbledore into giving us a pass to be out until midnight," he said, pulling out the little slip of paper signed by their headmaster himself.

You laughed, resting your head on his chest. "You thought of everything, didn't you?"

"As a matter of fact," Draco said, leading you by the hand to the grand piano, "I have." There on top of the piano were chocolate covered strawberries and butterbeer. He smiled at you.

"You know," you said, grabbing a strawberry, "not a single person in this school would believe you went through all this trouble for me. But you did."

His smile never faltered, "I honestly couldn't care less about the rest of the school, so long as I have you." He stroked your cheek lovingly.

"It just amazes me," you shrugged. "People think such bad things about you because of your House and your family but here you are, being my real life prince."

"In all honesty, I have given them reason to believe some of the rumors. I haven't exactly been a nice guy until I had you. You make me want to be a better person, (y/n)," Draco took your hands in his own, "You have made all of the difference in me."

"I didn't do anything," you smiled, looking down at your hands.

He tilted your chin up gently, "You gave me a chance, (y/n). You walked through my walls as if they didn't exist. You changed my heart with one smile. You being you is what completely changed my life." He looked into your beautiful (y/n) eyes and meant every word pouring out his mouth.

You smiled up at him, unable to believe that this was the same man first years feared and Gryffindors hated. "Part of you had to want to change for me to do all of that. I can't take all the credit."

"Maybe so, but you still made all the difference." He cupped your face in his hand and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his hand, closing your eyes. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you leaned against him.

He held you against his chest and smiled, "I have a surprise for you."

"There can't possibly be more," you replied, looking up at him with a soft smile.

Draco smirked, walking over to the piano bench, "Wanna bet?" He clapped and the instruments stopped playing.

You looked at him in awe, wondering what else he could have possibly included.

Draco's long fingers gracefully danced on the keys, "I wrote something for you."

"Since when do you play piano?" you asked, lost in the beautiful notes. You wondered if he knew that the piano was one of your favorite instruments.

"My mother insisted I learn an instrument, and I loved the piano the best," Draco explained.

"Ironic," you replied with a smile.

"How so?" Draco asked.

"The piano is one of my favorites."

Draco smiled, "It was destined to be."

You smiled and rested your head on his arm, closing your eyes and listening to the music.

As the song ended, Draco wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other.

"That was beautiful," you smiled.

Draco chuckled, "not nearly as beautiful as you are, (y/n)."

"If you say so," you giggled.

The great clock chimed that it was now 10 o'clock... "Care to dance with me more?" Draco asked, his smile widening into a grin.

You nodded with a giggle, standing up.

They danced the night away, until the clock chimed 11:45. Draco grimaced, "I guess we'd better head back if we're to be back by midnight."

You pouted slightly before a yawn took over. "If we have to."

He stroked your cheek. He couldn't help it. You were so beautiful. "Time for sleep, my princess. Though no dream could ever be as wonderful as you."

You looked up at him through loving eyes. "You still have to take me back to my dorm."

He took your hand gently in his. "Then away we go, darling." He led your out of the room, and through the corridors by the light of his wand.
"Midnight trysting already? I'm shocked at you Ms. Weasley," the Fat Lady teased.

"I'm allowed to have fun." you replied sticking your tongue out at the painting. You then turned to Draco with slightly saddened eyes, not wanting to part from him. "Tonight was amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it. I wish I could stay here with you," Draco smiled. His smile had never left his face the entire night.

"At least I get you all weekend," you reminded.

"And that, darling, is the only reason I can bear to release you now," Draco whispered, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

You pouted and made a small whimpering noise. "You missed."

Draco cocked his head in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You kissed my forehead," you replied, looking up at him.

He still didn't get it and pouted in confusion.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your foreheads together and looking up at him innocently.

You could almost see it when it clicked in his head. He chuckled, "I am bloody thick." He gently brushed some of your hair out of your eyes and tilted his head forward to meet your lips. His hands rested on your waist.

You tightened her arms around his neck, responding immediately. "I told you, you missed," she giggled.

He grinned against your lips. "My apologies, princess." His arms wrapped tighter around your waist, holding you gently against his chest.

"I think I can forgive you," you smiled.

He chuckled, in his whole life he had never laughed and smiled as much as he had during his time with you. You were his sunshine.

You sighed softly. "You should go before you get caught."

Draco sighed, "I guess I should. But if I dream, I'll dream of you." His eyes locked with yours.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you promised, kissing his nose.

"Until tomorrow, then, my beautiful flower," Draco whispered, brushing his lips against your knuckles in a delicate kiss.

"Goodnight, Dragon," you smiled.

As the portrait hole closed, Draco leaned against the wall and sighed in happiness. "Well that was perfect," Draco murmured before heading back to his dorm. Everything went according to plan. As he laid down, he could still hear the music playing and feel his beloved (y/n) in his arms.