Hey guys! So some of you who are reading this, may think this plot sounds familiar. And that's because it is! I was watching the movie The Proposal, and the thought came to me that "Hey, this would make a great Dramione", so I decided to write it!

I am in now way stealing the plot from The Proposal, or the story line, just taking the general idea. All credit for the story line of that amazing movie goes to those who wrote it, the same as these characters belong to the great JKR.

With that being said, I hope you'll enjoy!


Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley end their Engagement after 7 long years together

You know their names now as well as you know the name 'Harry Potter'. His two best friends, war heroes,that make up the remaining part of The Golden Trio have become household names along with Potter himself. But now, after a friendship lasting 15 years, and a relationship 7, the couple have ended their engagement. Granger, working for a law firm under Draco Malfoy, as his assistant, was spotted outside the Ministry without her engagement ring. When asked about it, she said she had no comment, and quickly continued on her way. While we're lead to believe that it was a mutual agreement to stop their engagement, rumors have spread that this 'happy couple', was indeed, not happy. Rumors of adultery have quickly sprouted, leaving us to wonder, what will this break-up mean for our brave Golden Trio? Or better yet, who was the cause for this disastrous break-up? Perhaps Granger working for an ex-death eater had caused some strains in the relationship, or maybe it goes a little deeper then that.

When questioned about why Granger had decided to take a job working under the younger Malfoy, having known his past, she simply stated that "People are allowed to make mistakes. I've made my own share in the past. I have spoken with Mr. Malfoy, and we have decided to put our differences behind us and move on. And we shall."

Perhaps those differences have been pushed a little too far back, and Ms. Granger has been assisting Mr. Malfoy in more then just his own professional work.

Me, myself, and I would like to know.

The door to his office was pushed open, and Draco Malfoy glanced up to watch a very frazzled looking Hermione Granger enter, shutting the door behind her quickly. He couldn't help but glance at her left hand that was clasped around the door handle, and sure enough, Skeeter was right, there was no engagement ring. He quickly looked back at the paper as she turned to approach his desk, but stopped when she realized what he was reading. He glanced up at her, holding the paper with one hand in front of him to show her the front page article, one that was all about her, and slightly about him. It had aggravated him at first, the idea of him and her. As if he would ever even consider her anything more then his assistant. Now, he found it rather humorous that anybody would even think that. "You're a celebrity again, Granger."

"That woman is simply awful." She spat. "She does nothing but meddle in people's lives."

Draco sat back in his chair, placing the paper on his desk. "So it's not true then. You and Weasley are still together?"

"Well-."

"You're not wearing the ring anymore." He nodded towards her left quickly covered up her left hand with her right, staring at it with her mouth open slightly, not sure what to say. "What happened?"

"What do you care?" She spat. "Yes, we ended our engagement. What happened, however, is honestly none of your damn business. If I wanted you to know, I would have told Skeeter." Her scowl fell slightly. "Maybe if I had I wouldn't be the one being accused of adultery." She said under her breath.

"With me, none the less."

Hermione stared at him. "They're just looking for a story. You and I being together would be the biggest shocker yet."

"Thank Merlin we don't have to worry about that happening then." Draco said as he cleared his desk, reaching into his drawers to pull out the file cases he would need for that day.

Hermione readjusted her bag over her shoulder, nodding her head and clearing her throat. "I'll just be at my desk then." She turned away from Malfoy, grabbing the handle and opening the door only a couple inches before Malfoy interrupted her.

"Oh, Granger." She turned to face him as he glanced up at her, quill in his hand. "I have a meeting with Kingsley in about ten minutes. Come and interrupt me after a few minutes and make up some lie to get me out of there. We have a lot to do."

"Meeting?" She grabbed her organizer from her bag, flipping to today's date. "But I didn't schedule you for a meeting with Kingsley today."

"I'm capable of scheduling my own meetings, Granger."

"Of course you are, but-."

"What are you, my mother? Just do as you're told." He started jotting things down quickly on a piece of parchment, and when he realized that Granger had yet to move, he glanced back up at her. "I thought you said you were going to your desk?" She stared at him for a couple more seconds before opening the door the rest of the way and then walking out, shutting the door behind her, all without a single word being said. "Can't really blame Weasley, can I?"

He grumbled under his breath.

/Knock knock/

"Come in!" The door to the Ministers office pushed open, and Draco walked inside a minute early for his meeting. He was never late, not for a meeting with the minister anyway. "Ahh, Mr. Malfoy. Good morning. Glad you could make it."

Draco smiled at Kingsley, nodding his head and extending his hands towards him. "Morning, sir. Pleasure was mine to be here." Draco quickly took notice of the other man in the room, and after shaking Kingsley's hand, extended his again towards the stranger. He didn't recognize him, not personally anyway. He knew the uniform belonged to someone from the Wizardgarmont, but knowing that only made Draco's heart beat a little faster. What was he doing here? "Good morning sir." His voice was calm, nothing like how he was now feeling on the inside.

"Jenkins." The man introduced. "Daniel Jenkins."

"I was just telling Mr. Jenkins of your wonderful success here at this firm." Kingsley nodded towards the seats adorning his office, surrounding his desk. "Shall we sit?" Kingsley himself sat in the seat directly behind his desk, Jenkins taking the seat in front of the desk, leaving one seat open for Malfoy.

"Thank you, sir. I'd rather stand." Draco politely denied.

"Mr. Malfoy I asked you here today to speak with you about your application to run in the election of the next Minister of Magic in the New Year. Since he's retiring, Kingsley has spoken well of you. Tells us you're one of the few who actually knows his politics rather well, well enough to lead the Wizarding World."

"Thank you, sir." Draco spoke softly, addressing both men in the room. He, however, felt like he wasn't going to like what was about to be said.

He had turned in his application about a month ago, under Kingsley's suggestion. And it quickly became Draco's obsession. To think that the current Minister would back him up and support him the entire time, gave him hope of success. So much so, that what Jenkins was about to say hadn't ever crossed Draco's mind….

"However, Mr. Malfoy, as you know, we get tons of applications to run for the new Minister, and we must take each one into account. Your application, however, has unfortunately been denied."

Draco stared at the man in shock. "I'm sorry, I just don't-."

"You see, Mr. Malfoy, the thing is, is that you're just too young. The people of the Wizarding World are going to want someone older, someone with experience to be the one making the decisions for them. You're still just a boy."

"I beg your pardon sir, but I am far from a boy. I've seen more in the war then most men have in their entire lives."

Jenkins held his hand up to silence Draco. "Then of course there's the matter of your past." He nodded towards Draco's left arm. His dark mark. "People don't want to put their trust in someone like Voldemort."

"I am not like that… monster!" Draco yelled, getting angry. "My records have been cleared. I was forced into that. Everyone knows that."

"As it may, you're still too young."

"I wasn't aware there was an age requirement for Minister."

"There isn't." Kingsley finally said, ending his reign of silence.

"Then why am I being punished?" Draco asked, turning back to Jenkins.

"Perhaps, if you showed a sign of maturity, I could go back to the Wizardgarmont and we can re-establish our judgement."

"Maturity?" Draco stared at Jenkins, thinking. "Like what?"

"Well there are several things really. You could donate your time to helping rebuild some of the places destroyed in the war that are still in the midst of repair." As if he had time for that. He had way too many cases to take on work like that. "Having a child would certainly show responsibility." A kid! Was he suggesting he get some bird knocked up? That sort of attachment was the last thing he needed. "Marriage-."

"Marriage? Are you serious?" Draco was getting fed up. Everything he mentioned was insane and too far out of reach.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy I am." Jenkins said sternly. "If there's nothing else we need to discus other then your chance at minister, in afraid I'm running late for another meeting." Jenkins rose from his seat, but draco was quick to stop him.

"I'm getting married." It was the worst lie he had ever told. "I have a fiance." Finding someone to play his wife till the election was over couldn't be that hard. Especially with all the money he had at his disposal.

Jenkins raised an eyebrow at him. It was obvious he didn't believe him. "Really? Who?"

Shit. Great. Now he had to think of someone, and fast.

There was a small knock on the door before it opened, Hermione sticking her head inside. "Mr. Malfoy, an owl has just arrived from one of your clients. They're asking you to get in contact with them as soon as possible."

Draco stared at Hermione, an idea suddenly hitting him like a wall of bricks. As discretely as he could, he urged her to come to him with a nod of his head. Her eyebrows crunched in confusion, but one glare from him sent her walking towards him, slightly uneasy and overall not understanding what was about to occur. When she was standing next to him, Draco cleared his throat, turning back to address Kingsley and Jenkins. "She's right here." He felt like biting his tongue off. This was so stupid of him! Granger would kill him, and Kingsley and Jenkins would never believe him.

"Ms. Granger is your fiancé?" Kingsley asked, his own eyebrow scrunching to match Grangers, who had very quickly raised hers and was staring at Draco in utter shock.

"I most certainty-!"

"Am." Draco quickly cut her off before she could destroy his cover. "It's okay, dear. Secrets out." Dear?! Oh, Merlin, he really was in trouble. "We've been trying to keep it under wraps. Didn't think it would go over well with the firm that I was dating my assistant."

Jenkins turned to Hermione. "Ms. Granger, aren't you engaged to Mr. Ronald Weasley?"

"Well-."She opened her mouth to speak, but Draco cut her off again.

"Oh, didn't you see the Prophet? They ended it about a week ago."

"And so a week later she's suddenly engaged to you?" Yes, Jenkins definitely knew Draco was lying. There was no doubt now.

"We've been dating in secret for about eight months now. Like I said, we didn't want anyone to find out. Especially with her and Weasley still being together. As soon as it ended, I asked her to marry me."

"Everyone is under the impression that you hate each other." Jenkins added again.

Hermione tried her luck again, little did she know she wouldn't get anywhere with Draco in control. "Actually, we-."

"Yes. Well it's like the Prophet said when they quoted my fiancé; 'People make mistakes and we have put our past behind us'."

Jenkins pointed to Hermione's left hand. "She's not wearing a ring. How am I supposed to know this is real without that piece of evidence?"

Draco faked a smiled. "We're going out this weekend to get it. I wanted Hermione to pick it out." Well, her name definitely sounded strange on his tongue, that was for sure. That would be something he would have to get used to if she was actually going to agree to this. But it wasn't like she had a choice in the matter anyway.

The room grew silent. Kingsley was staring at Hermione in what looked like to be shock and maybe a bit of disappointment at the thought of her cheating on Ron, While Jenkins was studying the two, probably still trying to figure out if they really were engaged or not. Hermione, on the other hand, was staring at Draco with her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. She looked like a fish, but Draco knew that once they were out of this room and she had time to process what he really was doing, she would kill him.

"…Very well then." Jenkins said slowly. "I will bring this up to the Wizardgarmont once I see your engagement announcement in the Prophet. I'll need evidence of this."

Draco nodded, placing the palm of his hand on the small of Hermione's back, starting to lead Hermione towards the door. "Great, look for my owl." They were out the door in seconds, Draco shutting it behind them and quickly starting to head back to his office. His hand was still on her back, still guiding her. He had to make sure she wasn't going to run back into the office and blurt out everything about how he was just lying.

About halfway towards his office, Hermione regained her train of thought, and turned to stare at Draco. "Malfoy-."

"Shh!" He quickly snapped.

"Malfoy, what-?"

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet? If you still want your job, then you'll do as I say." They reached his office a bit quicker than usual, Draco allowing Hermione to enter first and then shutting the door behind him, but not before making sure that nobody was watching or had followed them. Nobody could overhear the conversation they were about to have.

Draco quickly locked the door, casting a spell to silence the room before retreating to his desk, falling into his seat and starting to sort out papers. "I'm going to assume you telling me that the owl I received from a client was the decoy to get me out of there, correct?" He asked, all without looking at her.

"Malfoy, what just happened?"

He was quickly muttering under his breath, and Hermione wondered if maybe he had gone insane. "We'll have to go out this weekend and get you a ring, that's for sure. I'll contact the Prophet in a couple days and let them know of the engagement after we can get everything sorted out. I'll obviously need to tell mum before I do anything, and-."

"Malfoy, I'm not marrying you." She said, shaking her head at his slightly. Draco immediately raised her head to stare at her as the words left her mouth. "And there's nothing you can do to make me. If you want to fire me, then go ahead. I don't need this job that much. Anybody will hire me."

Draco rose to his feet. "You are marrying me." He said it with certainty, like he knew he was going to win in the end.

"Or else what?"

"Or else I will make sure that nobody hires you. You think that you have this 'power' in this world because you are part of the Golden Trio-."

"I do not think tha-!"

"But I have more money then you could ever dream of having. And money goes further then you being able to walk around and tell everyone that because you saved the Wizarding World seven years ago, you're suddenly entitled to any job you want." He was slowly approaching her, and Hermione wouldn't be crazy to say that he appeared to tower over her when he was angry.

But she stared at him with angry eyes. She had never let him have an advantage over her, and she wasn't going to start today. "What is so important that you need me to marry you for anyway?"

Draco's anger faltered slightly. "I applied to run in the election for Minister of Magic. I was denied because I'm not 'mature' enough. They still see me as a boy. So the Wizardgarmont representative told me that if I were to get married, that could show some maturity."

"And what…? I was the first person to come to mind?" She stared at him. "And since when were you planning on running for Minister? Were you ever going to tell me?"

"Granger-."

"I'm not marrying you, Malfoy. We hate each other! Go find some other bimbo to do it."

"Well, I can't do that, can I? I already told them it was you."

"And that was your first mistake." Draco made to argue with her, but she cut him off again. "You told them I was cheating on Ron! That's not true! You're asking me, by doing this, to say that what the Prophet said this morning was true! You're asking me to lie to my friends and family! And pretend to be… in love with you?!"

"When I become Minister, I'll make you my successor. And my advisor." Hermione scoffed at that statement, partially because it was ridiculous that he thought that giving her an important role in the Wizarding World would make her agree, and partially at herself, because she knew that he was right. He must have noticed the roll of her eyes, because he quickly added; "I'll match your salary to mine."

Hermione sighed. "The fact that you even think that's enough to make me lie to everyone person I love is ridiculous."

"…Then what else do you want?"

She stared at him, thinking. What was the one thing she wanted? And then it hit her… the one thing Ron didn't want to give her. "I want a house. I want you to buy me a house in my name. And it has to have a library. An entire room full of books and cozy red chairs for me to sit on, directly in front of a huge fireplace." She added with the tiniest smile on her face.

Draco couldn't help but grin. She really hadn't changed at all since Hogwarts. "Fine. Done."

"And when I tell Harry, and the Weasleys, and my parents, you have to be there. And also… no more nicknames and snide remarks."

"That was already part of the deal, Granger. How else are we supposed to convince them were happily married?"

Hermione started fidgeting nervously. "Okay. Good."

"Any other demands?"

Hermione thought hard, looking down at the carpet as she bit her lips together in deep concentration. The only other thing she could think of seemed like the most obvious thing. "Yes. I'm not having sex with you."

Draco laughed, actually laughed, walking around her and heading back towards his desk, falling down on his chair and picking his quill up again. "If that's your last and final demand, then I don't think we'll have any issues."

"I have one more question." Her hands reached up to play with one loose curl hanging in front of her face. Draco didn't think it'd take him long to figure out her habits. "How long?"

Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "How long what?"

"How long are we going to be married for?"

Draco hadn't even thought of that. "I just need you to help me keep my spot in the running for minister, so once I win I suppose. Unless you're needed for longer. Who knows what the future will bring."

Hermione nodded. Her guess would be around 9 months. They had about that long until the election was over. "So nine months?"

"And then we just a quicky divorce." Draco pulled open one of his drawers, pulling out a large stack of white papers inside a Manila folder, holding them in front of her for her to take. "You can get started on sorting these for me, and I'll get started on writing up the contract for you to sign." She reached for them, but when her hand clasped around them, Draco didn't let go. "One more thing…. I'll be having you sign a prenuptial agreement as well."

Hermione scoffed. "Honestly, Malfoy, I don't want any of your money."

"Its like I said before, Granger; who knows what the future will bring."