Disclaimer: This is a dramione oneshot, so if you don't like, deal.

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This is after the war, HBP non-valid. Draco has taken his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, out to a Trace Adkins concert. While Trace sings a song Hermione loves, Draco is working up the courage to propose.

"I've been thinking about our love situation

All this attraction in the present tense

I've reached the only logical conclusion

Love ain't supposed to make sense."

Draco twirled Hermione around, and as he did so, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked tonight.

"This ain't no thinking thing

Right brain, left brain

It goes a little deeper then that.

It's a chemical, physical, emotional devotion

Passion that we can't hold back."

"So, what did Harry and Ron say when you told them you were going out on date to concert with me, and that we've been dating for, oh, how long has it been now?" Draco smirked.

"A year and a half. Actually, I didn't tell them. You are." Hermione replied, grinning.

"Oh, thanks so much. Will you still want to date me after the nurses at St. Mungo's have to patch me up?" Draco teased.

"There's nothing that we need to analyze

There ain't no rhyme

Or reason why.

Cause this ain't

This ain't

No thinking things."

"Of course, Draco. Who else will patch you up? Ever since you appeared there, Hell on wheels, demanding they drop everything and tend to me, they've been scared spitless ever since." Hermione quipped.

Draco placed his hand on his heart in the classic, who me?, gesture.

"Forget mathematical equations,

Self-help psychology

Gray matters don't matter much darling

When its getting down to you and me, oh

This ain't no thinking thing

Right brain, left brain

It goes a little deeper then that

It's a chemical, physical, emotional devotion

Passion that we can't hold back."

"So what did Blaise say when you told him?" Hermione asked.

Draco shrugged. "He said he knew it had to happen, that the whole reason we argued so much was sexual attraction, opposites attract and everything. I swear, he's becoming more and more of Dr. Phil ever day," Draco grimaced.

She laughed.

Here it comes. The big moment. "Hermione, will you marry me?"

This ain't no thinking thing,

Right brain, left brain

It goes a little deeper then that

It's a chemical, physical, emotional devotion

Passion that we can't hold back."

"YES!"

This ain't no thinking thing.

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I don't own the lyrics, or anything. Although, even though Trace Adkins is married, he is such eye candy.

My personal favorite, to be completely honest, is Kenny Chesney, though.

Dark Empress Zerai