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-.-
Blaise walked into the familiar bedroom of his best mate and took a seat on one of the couches against the far wall where the liquor cabinet was also conveniently located. Blaise looked around feeling slightly dizzy as he took in the familiar green and silver surroundings. It had been a proper month since he'd been in here with his friend which is a long time, considering they used to spend time together at least every other day. That was before Astoria had decided she didn't want Draco out drinking every night. Blaise couldn't fathom why Draco's father had decided to choose such a snobby witch for his son. Surely the man had more of a heart than that. Then again, perhaps not.
Draco walked into his room a moment later carrying the copy of the marriage contract between himself and Astoria Greengrass. He sat down and began looking it over.
"Tequila?" Blaise asked bluntly.
"Cabinet, top right," Draco replied, not looking up from the papers in front of him and not bothering to be polite and offer his friend a drink. As far as he was concerned, they were way past the formalities of it all.
Blaise stood and made his way to the cabinet. He opened the top half and saw four bottles of Jose Cuervo. He took one of the bottles off the shelf, grabbed two shot glasses from below and went back to the couch, setting the bottle of amber liquor and the two miniature glasses on the coffee table in front of him. He poured two shots, pushed one over to Draco and down his. He immediately filled his up again and downed the second shot.
Draco pushed the papers to one side, he was going to have to get his solicitor to look at them in the morning and get a professional's help. He was too drunk to make sense of the letters right now.
"Ginny Weasley. Spill," Draco said as he took his shot.
Blaise took a deep breath. "Where should I start?"
"Well," Draco began as he watched Blaise pour them more of the alcohol. "The beginning would be ideal, I suppose. Where did it all begin?"
Blaise downed his shot, closed his eyes and took one more deep breath before starting. "It began when she stopped me from jumping off of the Astronomy Tower in our last year, after the war and everything."
"I'm sorry. You did not just insinuate to me that you were going to jump off the Astronomy Tower to try and kill yourself, did you."
Blaise simply nodded and continued. "Things weren't well for me, but you were so busy I didn't want to just come and add to your problems. Things weren't well at home, I was sick of all my mother's shit and how she acted about how the Light had won and everything. It was just too much and I didn't think I could handle it anymore. So, I was about to jump and suddenly she was there. She told me not to do it, and I began to argue back. Before I knew it though, I was back on the other side of the railing. We sat up there all night just talking. Well, I spoke; she listened and offered advice or consoling when needed. I think I fell for her right then. She saved my life and she showed me how much I would be missing out on if I had gone through with suicide.
After that night, we would spend time together almost every weekend, it was purely platonic at the beginning but then one night, about a month later, there was a voice in my head that just told me to kiss her. So I did."
Draco watched Blaise do two more shots before speaking up.
"And…?"
"And what?"
"And then…?"
Blaise sighed. "I don't know. We just kept going. It was be best night of my life. We had sex at least five times, and each time I came harder than the time before. It was mind blowing. I never knew that it could be like that." Blaise smiled small before frowning. "I can't believe I'm telling you all of this in this manner."
"Mate, I think we've been through enough that we can actually talk about our emotions on a real level, calm down. Besides, we'll blame it on the drink in the morning. Continue."
Blaise contemplated for a moment. "There's not much more to say really. I went to Uni and told her I'd be back for her. I knew that she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Then I went and fucked it up."
"It was a mistake, those things happen."
"It could have been prevented though."
Draco couldn't really argue that. He knew it was true. It was as true as it was that he didn't HAVE to be engaged to Astoria right now. Before Draco could think of anything to say Blaise piped up again.
"And now she's going behind my back and screwing Weaselbee. Our child isn't even four months old and she's gone behind my back and fucking Ronald Fucking Weasley." Blaise threw his shot glass across the room as he finished speaking and picked up the bottle in front of him and took a long swig from it.
How dare she do this to him? He'd given up everything for her and their child. He'd hurt the one person he'd every truly loved and she'd gone and screwed someone else and fucked him over. He'd tried to be the gentleman, he'd tried to make things right for them and she was going and fucking them over.
"Mate," Draco started slowly as he watched Blaise's face for redder by the moment, although he didn't know if it was from the alcohol or from the anger building up inside of him. Blaise's eyes shot towards Draco's. "What do you want to do?" Draco asked after another moment of silence.
"Kill Weasley," Blaise answered immediately. He took a deep breath once again and then shook his head. "No, can't do that. Ginny would never forgive me. I need to sleep on it, and then I'll go talk to her in the morning. We'll have to get this sorted. Immediately. But sleep first, me thinks. Do you mind if I stop here?"
Draco shook his head. "Nar mate, take the bed, I'll crash on the couch."
Blaise nodded, knowing better than to argue at this point. He stood up and shook Draco's hand in thanks and went to the attached bathroom before making his way over to the bed. All he wanted to do at this point was go to sleep and then sort this out when his head was a bit clearer.
As for Draco, he couldn't wait to meet with his Solicitor. He quickly penned a letter out to his solicitor requesting for him to come to the Manor at nine in the morning, stating it was urgent business, and sent it off with his eagle owl, Legion.
Draco then conjured a blanket for himself and settled onto the sofa. Within a minute and a half, Draco was falling asleep listening to the light snores coming from his best mate in the bed across the room.
-.-
Draco walked into his room and saw that his friend was still sleeping. It was half past ten the next morning and Draco had seen his solicitor out the front doors. He figured he should check on Blaise before doing anything else. He had stopped at the kitchen and got a hangover remedy from the house elves.
Draco walked over the bed, waved his wand at the window so the curtains would open and watched as Blaise struggled to wake up.
"Draco, what the fuck? Come on, man."
"Here," Draco said, holding out the vial with the hangover remedy. "I thought you wanted to get everything sorted immediately?"
Blaise nodded and accepted the vial from his blonde haired friend. He sipped from the vial and immediately began to feel better. "Mind if I grab a quick shower before going home?"
"Not at all, in fact, I was going to offer to come with you. Don't know if you wanted someone there to watch Ahalia while you were talking to Lor?"
Blaise nodded again and rolled out of the bed. "That'd be great. I won't be long, just going to get the stench of alcohol off of me."
Draco nodded and told him where to find a towel and some soap before asking Blaise to meet him in the sun room in the West Wing. Draco knew that that was where Astoria would be and he needed to make sure she didn't suspect anything.
Draco slowly made his way to the sun room and slowly pushed the door open when he arrived. As he had assumed, Astoria was sitting in the same chair as always, sipping on a cup of her favourite morning tea and reading the Daily Prophet. She turned as she heard the door open.
"Darling," she beamed. "How nice of you to finally join me." Her voice was dripping with something between a tone of sarcasm and anger.
"Good morning," Draco greeted as he went over and pecked her on the cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't return to our room last night, but Blaise ended up coming back with me and we stayed up quite late talking. I didn't want to disturb you."
Astoria pursed her lips as she listened to Draco. He could tell that she was not impressed but he honestly couldn't care less. He was on top in this relationship.
"I see," she finally replied. "Well, anyhow. My mother and father are coming over for lunch. I hope you will be able to join us."
"Oh, no I'm sorry, I can't. I'm going with Blaise to his to help him out with something. I promised him I would last night. If I had known your parents were coming I would never have agreed."
Astoria's lips pursed once again and Draco was sure she was going to argue with him, but she didn't.
"No bother," was all she said before turning back to her paper and tea.
Draco picked up his own copy of his paper but before he could open the first page, Blaise's voice could be heard coming in the door.
"By the way Drake, did your solicitor say anything this morning about – oh, hello Astoria. Wonderful morning, isn't it. We haven't seen the sun in, what, three weeks nearly?"
"Hello Blaise. Yes, I presume it's about that long. What's this about your solicitor?" Astoria asked Draco with a fake look of vague interest.
Fuck, Draco thought. "Oh, it's nothing, just a work thing that I'm helping Blaise with. I'll fill you in on the way, Blaise. Shall we be going?" Draco asked standing up. He gave Astoria another quick peck on the cheek and turned to leave. Before he could step away she had a hold of his forearm and spun him back to look at her.
Astoria's vibrant green eyes bore into Draco's mercury ones for a full ten seconds before she bid them farewell and once more turned back to her paper and morning tea.
Draco strode over to the door and followed Blaise from the room. When they were a safe distance from the room Blaise apologized.
"I didn't realize she was in there."
"Don't worry about it, with any luck, I won't be engaged by the end of the day."
"So there was good news then?"
"I think so. Did you know that the Ministry recently passed a law stating that if any one marries within five relations of themselves it is technically illegal? The Ministry is attempting to produce more and more interbred marriages and cut out all of the blood purity shit that we grew up believing? Thank Merlin for Shaklebolt."
"I don't really follow you."
"I can't marry anyone that any closer than a sixth cousin to me. Because most purebloods in the country are related in some way shape or form, there's a chance that Astoria and I cannot legally be married. And with my father trying to get back into the good books at the Ministry, if that's the case, the wedding will HAVE to be called off!"
Blaise had a thoughtful look on his face as he processed this information and they made their way to the Floo in Draco's study.
"Interesting. When should you know by?"
"As soon as we finish at yours I'm off to meet with him at his office."
"Fancy some company if things don't go well here?"
Draco smirked and handed his friend some Floo powder. "Let's just see how this goes first."
-.-
Draco stepped out of the fireplace and into the large sitting room of the Zabini house. He took a quick scan and noticed Ahalia, Blaise's nearly four month old daughter, napping in her cot. Blaise had walked over to check on her before turning to Draco. Blaise opened his mouth but got cut off before he could say anything.
"Blaise, you're home! Where have you been?" A tall dark haired witch walked into the room, he long legs and confidence immediately filling the room. Her light brown eyes reminded Draco of Hermione's in the sense that they were warm and welcoming. "Oh, hello Draco." She smiled as she noticed the blonde standing in her sitting room as well.
Draco watched as Blaise's eyes narrowed and his face flushed with anger.
Blaise was furious. How dare she act like everything was completely normal? She was cheating on him, on their marriage, and she came strutting in as if nothing was wrong.
"Where have you been?" Blaise asked, eyeing her up and down, taking in her apparel. She was wearing a flowery dress that was too much to be wearing just around the house.
"Oh, I've just been out running a few errands."
Blaise smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, darling, may I speak to you in the kitchen for a moment." Blaise didn't wait for a reply as he walked through to their kitchen.
Draco sighed as he watched Lorelai follow with a worried look on her face. Draco went over to the cot where baby Ahalia was beginning to stir and picked her up to comfort her. Draco was just sitting on the couch when he heard Blaise slow up through the heavy walls.
"YOU'RE FUCKING RON WEASLEY?"
Draco couldn't hear the reply but it was self explanatory when the next thing he'd heard from Blaise was, "DON'T YOU DARE STAND THERE AND DENY IT! I KNOW DAMN WELL IT'S TRUE, I'VE GOT GOOD SOURCES YOU KNOW!"
Draco couldn't hear the next thing that Lorelai said because Ahalia was beginning to whimper. Instead, Draco placed a silencing charm on the room and began to comfort Ahalia some more. He knew that this may take a while.
-.-
Blaise had stepped through to the kitchen and was pacing when Lorelai entered the room.
"What's wrong?" Lorelai asked with a concerned look on her face.
"What's wrong? What you were doing this morning is what's wrong."
"Running errands is wrong?"
"Not that. The fact that YOU WERE FUCKING RON WEASLEY is what's WRONG!"
Blaise watched as his wife's jaw dropped and snapped shut again. "I- I- I don't know what you're talking about Blaise. Wherever did you hear –"
"DON'T YOU DARE STAND THERE AND DENY IT! I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT IT'S TRUE, I'VE GOT GOOD SOURCES YOU KNOW!" Blaise interrupted her, wasn't really in the mood for more bullshit. He just wanted the honest truth.
"Blaise," Lorelai said in a steady voice. "I was not with Ron Weasley this morning."
"Fine, maybe not this morning, but you have been fucking him haven't you?"
Lorelai stood there for a moment in silence. That confirmed it for Blaise, but he wanted her to say it for sure.
"It's true isn't it?"
Lorelai slowly nodded as tears fell down her cheeks.
"You truly at a daft bimbo aren't you?" Blaise laughed as he recalled Granger's terms from the evening previous.
Lorelai's mouth snapped opened. "I am NOT A BIMBO!"
"On the contrary, you are sleeping around and committing adultery. That is the loose definition of bimbo. Who knows how many more of my previous schoolmates you are sleeping with as well."
"Blaise, that's uncalled for! I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again."
"Bullshit. This," he motioned between the two of them with his finger, "is finished. You fucked up. And don't even lie to me when I tell you that I know it was you that started the affair as well. I'm taking Ahalia with me for the day. You can get your stuff together and get the fuck out."
Lorelai was about to reply but Blaise walked right past her and back into the sitting room where Draco was waiting.
Blaise noticed Draco comforting Ahalia who sounded as if she had just finished crying.
"Sorry, mate." Blaise apologized as he walked over to Draco and took Ahalia.
"No worries. I silenced the room so she didn't hear anymore of your two's yelling. How are you?"
"Good. Real good actually. I feel so much better. I'm taking Ahalia out for the day."
Draco nodded. "Well, have you got a nappy bag? We can head out over to my solicitors. Maybe we can get my good news too."
"Lead the way," Blaise smiled as he went to the cot and picked up the Nappy bag from beside it.
-.-
Draco was grinning. Grinning from ear to ear, actually. He and Blaise had just left his solicitor's office in Diagon Alley and they were walking over to a small café to grab a light celebratory lunch.
"Well, mate," Blaise started as they sat down and waited for someone to come and take their order. "You're going to be able to get the girl, we hope. How does it feel?"
"In-fucking-credible," Draco said, still grinning. His grin spread a little bit more when he looked out the window and noticed a bushy-haired brunette walking into Flourish and Blotts across the way.
"I can tell. You haven't stopped grinning since your lawyer told you. How are you going to go about breaking the news to your family?"
"Mom. Then the rest of them. There's actually no way to get around it, which is even better. The more important question is how are we going to get our girls back?" Draco winked. He couldn't believe his mood. The last time he was in this good of a mood, he was with Hermione the day before he cut off all communication with her.
"I don't know. Should we attempt extremely romantic gestures for the first times in our lives?"
"Quite possibly. I think I'll think better on a full stomach however."
-.-
Hermione was walking out of Flourish and Blotts with her new books and had decided to stop in at the little café across the way. She was about to walk in the door when she saw a flash of silver blonde hair through the window. She grimaced, remembering the night before and what had happened. She'd been up half the night thinking about what Zabini had told her about Draco. He was going to propose to her, but he'd been forced into an arranged marriage instead. That line had repeated itself over and over again.
She wasn't sure what to do, but she needed to just get out of there at the moment. She spun around and headed for the Leaky Cauldron. She Flooed to the Burrow immediately and she ran up to Ginny's room. She didn't bother knocking and walked into her best girlfriend's room. She wasn't surprised to see Ginny still in bed. They hadn't gotten in until about two that morning and Hermione was there until four before she had finally Flooed back to her flat.
"Ginny, wake up!"
Ginny opened her eyes groggily. "What?"
"I just needed to be here before I do anything stupid."
"Why?"
"Because I just saw Malfoy and Zabini in Diagon Alley. I wasn't sure what to do, I just ran."
Ginny shook her head and slowly sat up, shielding her eyes from the sunlight coming through the window.
"Okay, okay. Let's do something though. How about a film?"
Hermione nodded. That's exactly what she needed. She just needed to distract herself and get her mind off of it.
-.-
Draco woke up the following morning in an ever better mood than he thought was possible. The day before had gone better than expected as well. He explained everything to his mother, who had immediately agreed in calling off the wedding. They then went to speak to his father, who was not happy, but agreed anyways because he knew that he couldn't be breaking any laws, especially any new ones that had been put in place.
Then, after meeting with the Greengrass', who all flipped their shit, as Draco like to put it, the Daily Prophet had been called to make the official announcement. It was going to be on the front page of today's paper.
Not only that but in the interview that he'd granted the press, he had asked them to simple print one line at the end of it. It was the boldest thing he'd ever done. He was nervous, he was excited and he was scared. He wasn't sure what was going to happen after today.
-.-
Blaise woke to Ahalia screaming from her cot at the foot of the bed. He'd not heard from Lorelai since they fell out yesterday and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He would at least like to know where his child's mother was staying. He had a hunch, but he really didn't want to think about it. He looked at the clock and saw that it was eight in the morning. He was happy that Ahalia was a good baby and was beginning to sleep through the night at such a young age, but it also worried him.
Before he had any more time to contemplate, he heard a knock on the front door. He quickly got out of the bed, pulled on his silk dressing gown, picked up Ahalia and went to answer the front door.
The person that was revealed when he'd opened the door was the last person he'd expected to see.
"Hi!" she smiled.
"Ginny," Blaise said, clearly in shock. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I come with a peace offering. I heard what happened, and I know what you're like so I brought round some coffee and muffins and thought maybe you'd like to talk about it. I'm sure you know how good of a listener I am."
Blaise gave her a funny look before moving aside so that she could enter.
"Look, if it's too bold, I can leave. I don't want to disturb you. I just- erm—"
"It's fine!" Blaise exclaimed. "I mean, I'm happy you're here."
This is not what he expected. He thought that he'd have to chase her, but her she was, peace offering and all in his front hall.
"This way," he said, leading her into the kitchen. He watched as she plopped onto a stool and placed the things she'd brought with her on the counter. He went over and placed Ahalia in her chair who was looking like she was about to fall asleep again.
There was an awkward moment of silence. Blaise wasn't sure what to say, lucky for him, however, Ginny piped up.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened between you and Lorelai. I honestly had no idea about her and…" she trailed off.
"It's fine. Honestly. It's not your fault. I was considering punching your brother's face in though."
Ginny smiled. "If it makes you feel better, Harry did it for you."
"Potter? Why?"
"Because that's how Harry is. You may not have gotten on in school, but he knows that you've changed since then, and he just doesn't like people cheating in general. Something about morals… I don't know. I stopped listening after he told me that Ron had the balls to invite Lorelai to stay with him."
Blaise cringed. His hunch had just been confirmed and it hurt a bit more than he thought it should.
Ginny grimaced, "Sorry. I just thought it would be better if it was all out in the open."
Blaise shook his head after a moment of thinking through what she had just said. "No, you're right. It should be out in the open."
"Good. Coffee?"
"On one condition."
Ginny raised an eyebrow, her aquamarine eyes meeting his sandstone ones. "What would that be?"
"You go out on a date with me tonight."
Ginny laughed heartily. "I'm sorry; I don't want to go out tonight."
Blaise frowned in disappointment but quickly sent her a small smile. "Okay," he said.
"Don't you want to know why?" She smirked.
"Uhm, okay?" he gave her a questioning look.
"No, ask me."
"Okay," he started warily. "Why can't you want to go out tonight?"
"I didn't say I couldn't.'
"Yes-"
"No, I said I don't want too."
Blaise huffed in mock frustration. "Fine. Ginny, why don't you want to come out with me tonight?"
"Because I'd rather stay in," she winked.
-.-
Four hours later and Blaise was catching his breath. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had mind-blowing sex, let alone sex that was that good. He looked over at the redhead beside him and smiled down at her.
"God, I missed you."
She smiled back up at him but didn't say anything. Instead, she opted for cuddling into his chest. Ahalia was once again asleep, and had been for the past hour and a half.
Blaise was thinking about how lucky he was that he had Ginny back in his life and he hadn't even had to do anything. He knew that she was the one for him and that he wouldn't ever do anything to fuck it up again. Suddenly, he remembered about the Daily Prophet that had been delivered to him this morning that was sitting downstairs unread.
"Have you spoken to Hermione today?"
Ginny looked up at her lover confused. "No, why?"
"Draco broke off his engagement yesterday."
"WHAT?" Ginny sat up urgently.
"Accio Daily Prophet," Blaise said after grabbing his wand off the bedside table.
When the paper arrived in his hand, he unfolded it and looked at the front page before handing it to Ginny.
Ginny scanned it over and Blaise watched as her eyes continuously grew larger. When she reached the end of the article, she squealed in excitement. Blaise laughed at her and then gave her a fake annoyed look as Ahalia began to cry.
"Sorry!" she said as she rushed to find her clothes and get dressed. "I have to go find her. I think she's at work. OH MY GOD!"
Blaise laughed at her as she rushed around the room and he gathered his daughter from her cot. Ginny came and gave him a kiss on the cheek before she was about to leave. He grabbed her arm before she could disappear though and turned her to face him.
"Say you'll go out with me tonight," he smiled at her.
"Hmmm… I suppose I could squeeze you in," she laughed before kissing him again. "Pick me up at eight!"
"Wait," he said once more. "What do you think she'll say?"
-.-
Hermione was just about to jump onto the elevator at the Ministry when she changed her mind because the people that were on it already all looked at her instantly and gave her smiles and looked at their companions knowingly. It made her wish she knew what they were doing. She had no idea why everyone was acting like that around her. Even her boss had asked her what she was going to do about it this morning. Maybe if she knew what "it" was she could have answered, but instead she asked what it was and her boss told her to forget about it for now.
She turned around and saw Ginny running through the crowd.
"Hermione," Ginny panted when she reached her. "Have you… read… the Prophet?"
"No, I missed it at home because I came in early today. Why?"
Hermione grabbed the paper that Ginny just shoved at her and gave her friend a quizzical look before looking at the front page.
MALFOY JUNIOR A BACHELOR AGAIN?
This reporter can confirm that the engagement between Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy, heir to Malfoy Inc., and the daughter of Sir Thomas Greengrass, Astoria Matilda Greengrass, has officially been called off.
The two parties have split on amicable terms, but the reason for the split is said to be because of the new marriage law in place by the Ministry which states that one cannot marry within five relations of their main bloodlines. This law went into effect at the start of last week and has ended three arranged marriages prior to the one between Malfoy and Greengrass.
When asked to comment and state their thoughts on the new law, the Greengrass' refused to answer, however young Malfoy himself came out to give us a few words.
'Although I care for Astoria very much, I regret to say that I am extremely happy that this law has come into place in some ways. I realize that I somewhat contradict myself there, but there is someone that I hope is reading this that understands. She's the love of my life, and I would do anything for her. My best friend. I screwed it up the first time around, so I can only hope that she'll forgive me and take the next few words I say to heart. Hermione Granger, I love you. Will you marry me?'
When asked for comment further, young Malfoy refused and returned to his family home in Wiltshire. One can only assume he's waiting for an answer from his beloved, Hermione Granger, who you may recognize as the War Hero, Harry Potter's best friend and Ministry worker.
For more information on the new marriage laws…
Hermione trailed off and went back up to the sentence she had just skimmed over.
Hermione Granger, I love you. Will you marry me?
Hermione's jaw hung down in shock for a solid minute before she looked up at Ginny, who was beaming expectantly from ear to ear.
"Oh my god," Hermione whispered.
"I know."
"Oh my god," Hermione said a little louder this time.
"Hermione?"
"Ginny," Hermione started. "How do I reply to this? What do I say to this?"
"Uhh, yes, maybe? Come on, Hermione. It's not exactly Malfoy like to announce to the Wizarding world that he LOVES you!"
"He loves me."
"That's what it says."
"I need to go to my office." Hermione muttered. She was in absolute shock. Draco had proposed to her. This was something that she had not been expecting at all.
And especially not through a newspaper article.
Ginny quickly led Hermione to her office and sat her down, conjured a glass of water and then sat down opposite her.
After a couple of minutes Ginny was dying of curiosity.
"Well?"
"What?" Hermione asked.
"What are you going to say?
"I-I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know? He said he loves you! He said it! Finally. And he proposed! He made a big romantic gesture. He just broke off his engagement so that he could be with you. How could you possibly say anything but yes?"
"Ginny, it's – I don't know. It's complicated."
"Urgh!" Ginny growled. "Listen to me, Hermione Jean Granger. YOU ARE BEING AN IDIOT! Someone like Draco Malfoy publicly announces his feelings for you and proposes to you to boot, you don't say no! You say: how did I ever let him get away, get your ass over to the Malfoy Manor and say YES!"
-.-
Draco was pacing his bedroom. It was two o'clock in the afternoon and he'd been pacing the same spot since Blaise arrived with Ahalia almost two hours ago. After Blaise had quickly filled him in on his eventful and extremely 'productive' morning, he'd begun pacing.
"I'm an idiot, I shouldn't have done it," Draco repeated for the tenth time.
"For fuck's sake Draco. Give her some time, she's probably in shock."
"She's probably going to ignore me and not even acknowledge the fact that I stuck my neck out on the line for her. This is your fault anyways, if you hadn't taken me to that stupid muggle club none of this would be happening and I'd be in blissful ignorance, thinking she'd moved on and was happy with Weasley."
"Ugh, why would she want him anyways, he's a home wrecking idiot. Besides, if she was with him, he wouldn't have been with Lorelai, and if Lorelai hadn't cheated on me, I wouldn't have Ginny back. And the only reason I know about Lorelai and the Weasel is because of Hermione when we were at said muggle club. It'll work out. Just relax."
As if on cue, the Floo in his room light up and a bushy haired figure emerged. Draco's breath caught in his throat as he saw her.
He simply stared at her as she walked up to him. They were about a foot apart when she stopped. At a loss for words, Draco simply stared into her honey eyes.
Without warning, her right hand connected with his left cheek with a force that turned his whole head.
"If you EVER think about getting engaged and not telling me about it in person, but cutting off all communication with me instead ever again, I'll send Ginny after you with her Bat Bogey Hex, I'll hex your bullocks into the next century and the twins have been working on some new pranks that I'm sure NO ONE will ever want to test. Capishe?"
Draco rubbed his cheek and looked back at her. He took a deep breath through his nose but stopped when he smelled alcohol coming from the woman in front of him.
"Sure," he said slowly. He sniffed once more. "Have you been drinking?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Yes."
Apparently, she was a bit drunker than he originally thought.
"Right, well, can I get you a glass of water? Perhaps you should sit down."
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" she shouted, she hiccupped before she continued. "I do not need a glass of water, nor do I need to sit down. I said Yes."
Draco was confused and it must have shown.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I said y-e-s."
It took Draco two seconds before he realized what she was really saying.
"God, you're dense mate," Blaise laughed from the sofa as he watched Draco's face turn into a grin.
"Yes?" he asked.
"God, how many times does she have to say it?" Ginny asked as she stepped through the Floo.
Draco looked at Ginny as she spoke, then to Blaise then back to Hermione.
"One more time," Draco answered.
"Yes," she smiled.
Draco took her into his embrace and kissed her with more passion that she could have ever imagined. She felt like she was on fire.
When they pulled away a minute later it was because Blaise and Ginny were applauding from the sofa.
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A bit of a lame ending I know, but I'm all about the fluff these days. I'm not sure why, but I am. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed it. Let's just say they all lived happily ever after. Yay!
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