This is what I write for fun when my friend is busy editing my major story. Something I threw together for fun, hopefully you'll like it

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, I own nothing

My fingers twisted violently through his hair as our lips greeted each other. I kept my body close to his, as he held me in a strong embrace, showing no signs of letting go anytime soon. We lay sprawled out on his bed, huddled together. This moment was perfect; this day was perfect, what could make it imperfect? I wanted him and I needed him. We had been in a lock for five solid minutes, when he broke away.

"Why did you stop?" I whined.

"Do I really want you to suffocate?"

"I could really care less, as long as I'm with you."

At this he rolled his eyes, was it possible he did not feel the same way?

I arose from the bed and strutted toward the large squishy love seat in his room. I clamored onto it and curled up into a tight ball.

"What's the matter?" he begged. He too slid off the bed and walked slowly toward me, putting a comforting arm around my shoulder.

"How can everything be so right, yet so wrong at the same time?" I pleaded. Tears began to weld up in the corner of my eyes, yet I tried my best to stop them.

"What is the matter? What could possibly be wrong," he cooed.

I blinked and felt the salty tears slide slowly down my face. I hesitated to answer his question. I had been feeling this way for so long, why was it so hard to admit it?

I forced the words out of my lips, the words I had been dieing to say for five long months now.

"I love you," I squeaked.

"I feel the same."

The tears flowed freely now. "What am I thinking? Of course you don't love me-wait… what?"

At this he got down on his knee and pushed my face toward his so that my blood shot eyes stared into his green.

"I love you Hermione Jean Granger, I love you so much that I would like to ask you if you would like to spend the rest of your life with me."

At this, he pulled out a small blue box and handed it to me. I cracked it open and inside rest a diamond ring. There was one large princess cut, surrounded by six smaller marquise diamonds.

I couldn't stand to look at him; this had to be a dream. I tucked my head under my arm and started to cry hysterically.

"Is this a 'no'?"

"It's…. not…. that…. it's…. just…. I…. know…. I'm…. dreaming…. and…. I…. don't…. want…. to…. wake…. up," I bawled.

He held me in a warm embrace and his lips tickled mine. Wiping the tears off my face, he asked.

"What can I do to prove to you that you aren't sleeping?"

"Hit me."

"And hurt you intentionally? I don't think so."

"I can't say yes until you do. You don't have to hit hard, just enough to sting."

He sighed, but gave me a hard clap on the shoulder. Immediately it started to throb with pain.

"I'll ask you again, will you marry me?"

At this I couldn't help it; I jumped into his arms and bent over him, kissing him violently. This couldn't be a dream; even for a dream, it was to perfect, but this kiss was different than those we had, had in the past. I clung onto him, not daring to let go. He kissed me back and the next thing I knew, we were on the ground rolling on top of each other.

"Am I aloud to take this as a 'yes'?"

I looked at him and yelled, "OF COURSE YOU IDIOT! I'VE WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO MARRY YOU FOR FIVE SOLID MONTHS NOW!"

I stared into his eyes. For once I could sleep in peace, for once I could be around other girls without taking them as a threat to the love of my life.

As I stroked his head, I bent over him and whispered into his ear, "I love you, Draco."

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