A/N: I do not own Hermione or Draco.
"You know better than to make promises you can't keep."
"And what would you know about that? Maybe I intend to keep this one. Ever think of that?" Draco laughed loudly. He'd almost forgotten how much of a spitfire Hermione could be.
"If you keep this one, it's to the death. You don't want that." He countered. He knew full well she had no idea what she was agreeing to. There was no way she would agree if she knew.
"Yes, I know. Marriage is to the death in the wizarding community. Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, I want to spend my life with you, Draco? That maybe, just maybe, I see something in you that you pretend doesn't exist?"
"Like what? I'm a ruined pure-blood with no future and no power."
"Power doesn't mean everything. And you do have a future. You'll just have to start from the ground up. I can help you. I never had anything to my name in this world."
"You'd help me?"
"Of course I will. Isn't that what a good wife does?" she smirked.
"Keep throwing that word around and I might take you up on it."
"I wish you would already. We've been at each other back and forth since fourth year, I know you have feeling for me. Daphne doesn't keep her mouth shut." Draco cursed loudly causing Hermione to laugh.
"It would have to be her."
"Don't be mad at her, Draco. She was trying to help me. We both know the marriage law is going to pass. Don't make that face, you look like a ferret."
"I do not."
"Do so. Now, back to my proposal? Will you marry me, Draco?" Draco nodded. This woman was going to drive him insane. Thankfully, that insanity would last the rest of his and her lives.
"Yes. I will marry you, Hermione."
"Good," she answered leaning forward and kissing him on the lips.