A/N: I wrote this fic because Dramione was always destined from the start. Sure they go through some hard stuff in every single fanfiction you read but they're meant to be together and we all know it.

It's only a two shot.

Chapter 1

"Could I interest you in some champagne?" a waiter asked, blocking my path, his tray filled with tall glasses filled with the bubbly liquid.

"Actually that would be great," I said, taking one off the tray. I wasn't really in the mood for celebrating, but it was still alcohol which was better than nothing, "Thank you."

"You're welcome Ma'am. Congratulations on your wedding," he said.

"Oh. Thanks," I said, my tone faltering slightly.

Before anyone else could pull me into a conversation, I managed to slip away to the balcony.

Thankfully, nobody else was out here, and for that moment I was grateful to have the space. There was only so much of a room full of people offering up their animated congratulations that I could take. I probably would have been able to take it if it weren't for the large majority of guests being inside either because they wanted to be at the wedding of two war heroes despite barely knowing us, and the other half mentioning about how happy they were for me now that I had turned my life around and decided to settle down with Ron.

I had been forced to bite my tongue on several occasions to make sure I didn't blurt out that I didn't exactly see my life until now as a big failure.

I slipped off my shoes, and walked across the cool marble with felt soothing to my feet which had been strapped into six inch heels all day. I took a long sip of champagne and breathed out in relief.

"An engagement part on valentine's day isn't romantic. It's tacky," a familiar voice said behind me. The second I heard him, my body automatically filled with butterflies.

I twisted around and saw Draco walk through the doors. He stopped beside me and put his glass of firewhiskey on the stone railings. He was dressed all in black from his suit to his silk tie.

"Excuse me?"

"And forget the clichéd red roses. At our wedding we're having lilies," he said as if I hadn't spoken.

"There isn't really going to be an 'our wedding' Draco, considering I'm getting married next in two weeks," I said putting my empty glass in front of me.

"We'll see," he said.

"There's no 'we'll see' about it. I'm getting married to Ron," I said stating the obvious.

"Doesn't really seem like it," he said.

"Well this is my engagement party. Don't know how much more real it can get," I said, getting annoyed.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Marrying Ron. You know it's a mistake," he said.

"Draco, I really can't deal with this right now," I said slipping my shoes back on. The room full of fakeness was better than being out here.

Draco grabbed my wrist before I could get any further and the second his skin touched mine I felt electricity rush up my arm. I didn't pull away, knowing he wasn't going to let go until he was done, but I refused to look at him.

"I'm marrying Ron, Draco, you need to accept that."

"Do I want it to happen? No. But I have accepted that it will, but we both know we're each other's happy ending. It doesn't matter if we get a divorce, or get married to other people. We were meant to be together and you will always be mine and nothing will ever change that," he said.

I felt my body temperature rising and I fought to keep the tears from falling.

He let go of my wrist and I immediately walked back into the ballroom without looking back.

"There you are," Ron said spotting me. "I've been looking for you."

"Sorry, I was getting some air," I said, blinking away the tears.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm fine," I said.

Let me know what you think! There's only one part left.