Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Malfoy are you saying that you could have asked me out?"
"Sure why not?"
"Then why didn't you?"
Just like that and his record for never having any moment of speechlessness broke.
Quite loudly at that too. An awkward silence followed.
Why really?
Why not? He mused
She is intelligent. She is a good company when not snarling and hexing. She can be a really good friend, the living and breathing Harry Potter is a proof enough. She is talented, intelligent, witty and pretty.
Yes of course she has curves though she is pretty in her own way. Her former bushy mass for hairs are now messy but elegant curls. Her eyes colour of caramel and chocolate, warm and welcoming. Then why didn't he ever asked her out?
Is it her blood status? No it cant possibly be. It doesn't matter to him since after the war. May be it's because she is Potter's friend. Well he is also on talking terms with him although they are still not friends, far from it, they just merely tolerate each other. Same can not be said about the Weasley though, but that's not why.
And he knew then. The truth was he just never thought about it. Well now that he have what is he going to do...?
he looked up at her. She was looking at him curiously and just like that he knew what he's going to do.
What he wants to do.
Hermione wasn't ready for the sudden attack by the blond so she stiffened against his lips but soon she could no longer remember logic and let him take over and willingly threw herself into the abyss that were his lips.
"So will you go out with me Granger?" He asked after a long snogging session.
"Well Malfoy since you asked nicely I am thinking of giving you the privilege of being my boyfriend." He grinned.
"Don't abuse this privilege." She added.
And again he smirked like an utter devil and bend down to kiss her again.