Marry Me?
"You are an amazing person, you're beautiful, smart, and funny I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?"
"No"
"What! Draco you're supposed to be helping me!" I yell at my best friend. At the moment Draco and I were trying, and failing, to think of what I should say when I ask my girlfriend of five years if she wanted to be my wife. "Look I am helping. What if she says no?"
"But I know she's going to say yes!'
"Harry, with women you never know. Trust me; I had to ask Luna three times before she said yes."
"Yes but Hermione's not, shall we say, as crazy has Luna. I mean I don't have to wait till the crumpled horn stacks fly north or whatever."
"Hey that is my wife you are talking about! And crumbled horn stacks don't fly north, the fly west."
"Draco listen to you! You're just as bad as Luna." I say as I try unsuccessfully to hold in my laughter.
"Hey shut up! You love my wife, and u have got to care at least a little bit about me!"
"Ok calm down Draco! You don't need to get so defensive! You are right I love both of you! Now on to the matter at hand." I say trying to get us back on track. We go on think of what to tell Hermione for some time. Draco crashes at my place around four in the morning and right before I drift off I see the clock says six am.