Draco picked the rose. It was long-stemmed, no thorns, and red. It was beautiful. He would ask as soon as she got back outside.
She arrived in a matter of minutes and he looked at her. Love in his eyes.
Getting down on one knee, he grasped her hand and pulled out the rose.
Looking deeply into her eyes, he whispered. "Will you marry me?"
Tears leaked out off her eyes. Nodding she threw herself into his arms.
"What's the rose for?" she whispered into his neck.
"It's going to be here as long as I love you, Hermione. Forever, basically."
He chuckled as she sobbed harder into his neck. Yes, he thought, Potter was right when he told me to get her a rose instead of a ring.
~?~A/N: So? I don't really know what that was. Except random. Let me know what you thinky!
Disclaimer: Me don't own Harry Potter.