Yes, I know I have two other stories going and I'm going to add a third to the mix, but hey, plot bunnies people! Ok so this is the prologue and I will also be posting Ch. 1 right after this as soon as I finish typing it! So please read and review for me! I love hearing from you guys and they keep me writing! So without further ado I present Malfoy's Don't Get Nervous (Prologue)
How the hell do all the saps do this? Draco Malfoy thought sitting in a small pub waiting for his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, to show up. Merlin, he was so nervous his hands were shaking. Malfoy's don't get nervous, Malfoy's don't get nervous, ran through his head like a record stuck on replay. He heard the door open and in walked his girlfriend, the most beautiful girl he had ever lain eyes on. She walked with purpose, three-and-a-half inch heels on her feet, and not once did she wobble or trip, not once.
Grace like a swan, fierce like a lion, bloody hell she was a sight to behold, little black dress barely ending right above her knees, the heels making her mile long legs seem a million miles long. His gaze traveled to her face, barely there makeup, beautiful chocolate brown eyes, her gorgeous hair styled the way he loved it, down, flowing to the middle of her back in soft curls.
You can do this, he is telling himself even though at the moment he isn't so sure if he believes himself. She sits down and says something to him but her words escape him as he gets down on one knee and pulls the little black box he has been staring down the past couple of weeks out of his jacket pocket. He looks up into Hermione's gorgeous brown eyes that are starting to mist over and says, "Hermione I know we have had our ups and downs and I have loved you through them all. I don't know what I would do without you, hell before you I am not entirely sure how I survived. All I know is that you forgave my mistakes and loved me unconditionally. Hermione, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife so I can spend the rest of my life trying to prove myself worthy of the love you have so graciously chosen to bestow upon me?"
Hermione looks at him, tears glistening in her eyes and on her cheeks in trails as she shakily opens her mouth and says breathily, "Draco it would be my honor!"
He slips the ring onto her finger and the pub erupts in cheers and celebration but all Draco can see is Hermione. He pulls her to him and kisses her long, hard, and passionately. When he pulls away finally all he can do is stare into her eyes unbelieving of the fact that Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Princess, is engaged to him, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's Prince. It all seems so unlikely to him. The past year and a half seem impossible. Really though, ironically enough, he had Weasel to thank for all of it because if he hadn't cheated on Hermione causing her to owl Draco, for a reason he still didn't quite understand, then they wouldn't have become friends, started dating, or fallen in love.
Ah, he thinks, all thanks to that one letter, here I am engaged to the love of my life and the most beautiful women in the world. All thanks to the fact that Hermione, in her exhaustion, rage, and sadness sent me:
Malfoy,
I am starting to see that you may have been right about Ronald being a Weasel. Haha, good for you horrible for me.
Hermione