A short drabble with some cute Dramione. Down with Ron! WARNING: mucho de mushy fluff.
It was snowing. Light flakes of pure white drifted down on the happy couple.
"'Mione, I love you," said the pale young man. His Slytherin green scarf peeked through the top of his robes.
Coyly, the girl smiled, not returning his sentiments. She scooped up a ball of snow and smeared it into his face.
"Love you, too, Draco!" she squealed, as she ran from his indignant wrath.
"I'm gonna get you!" he growled. He tackled her and pulled her into a snow bank, tickling her softly. As she shrieked with laughter, he though back on their relationship.
SMACK!
"Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul—you evil—"
"Hermione!" said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
"Get off, Ron!"
Hermione pulled out her wand. I stepped backward…
"Mudblood."
"Git..."
"Granger—I mean, Hermione, listen to me. I love you, I've loved you every day for years. You've just got to--."
"Who are you trying to fool, Malfoy? Every day for years? Every day for years you've called me Mudblood, or bookworm, or something else equally demeaning."
"Hermione, I didn't mean it! I've changed! I love you!"
"Just leave me alone, Malfoy."
I walked over to her and put my arms around her, pulling her close. "I love you," I whispered before closing the distance between our lips…
He knelt on one knee in the snow, knowing that this was it. This was the defining moment. When his parents found out, he would be disowned. His inheritance would be gone. None of it mattered. He opened his mouth and found himself saying those words he'd planned for years, "Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?"
Looking extremely shocked, she stammered, "Ye—ye—yes. Yes. YES! Draco Malfoy, I love you!"
He smiled to himself. Life was truly good to him.