Draco, Do You Love Me?

One breezy day, Hermione and Draco were sitting at the park, having a picnic. Hermione was sketching and Draco was reading a book. Hermione suddenly put her sketchpad down and looked at Draco.

"Draco," she asked. "Do you love me?"

"Of course I do, Hermione." Draco answered, still reading his book.

"How do you know?" she asked him.

"I just do." He replied.

"What if you don't?"

"That's the most stupidest thing I have ever heard in the world."

"Meaning?"

"Any guy would be an idiot not to love you."

"What is if your love for me is platonic?"

"It's not."

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

"What if you're only loving me out of pity?"

Draco put his book down. "Excuse me?" he asked her incredulously.

"What if?" Hermione insisted.

"Hermione," he said with a sigh. "What are you on about?"

"I just need to know!"

"Hermione, I love you because you're the most beautiful, lovely, caring, sexy, and smartest woman in the world." He paused. "Well, in my world." He added.

"Are you saying that just to console me?"

"You'd think I'd profess my love to you just to make you feel better?"

"Nah. You have a much too big ego."

"I know."

"Show me you love me." Hermione begged.

Draco kissed her fully on the mouth. "Is that enough for you?"

"I need a little more reassurance." She admitted.

"Alright."

And he proceeded to snog her.

It's super-short, but I hope you like it!