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This chapter is dedicated to the four athletes who were killed on a bus in a city very close to where I live. I fell so badly for their families. I mean they were so young and in college.

This chapter is dedicated to:

Tyler Williams

Scott Harmon

David Betts

Cody Holps

Rest in Peace.


"I asked her to marry me at the Potter and Weasley's wedding..." Draco finally confessed hollowly to his best mate, Blaise Zabini, as he moved out from behind his desk at Malfoy Industries.

"Are you kidding me?" was the only reply he received from the slanted eyed man.

Blaise stormy blue eyes hardened as he bit out harshly, "Why would you do that?"

Draco shrugged as he pulled another book from one of the shelves that covered the walls of the office-like room.

"Just seemed right, I guess," He opened the door on his richly carved desk with a struggling look, "I mean aren't women suppose to have wedding fever or something when their friends get married?"

The Italian rolled his eyes at his clearly hopeless friend, "Is Hermione Granger like most women?"

Draco paused his flipping threw the pages of the very old thick looking book which he had plunked from the shelf.

"I suppose not," he finally admitted.

"If anything that was quite possibly that worst time to propose to her. She had just had contact with Weasel King!" Blaise's glare softened toward his long time friend, "What did she say anyway?"

Draco sighed before retrieving yet another thick yellow looking book from the shelf behind him, "She said she need to think about it"

Blaise made a face and whistled, "Mate that sucks. You know she must have thought of Weasel King!"

That caught the Blonds attention who dropped his book and glared deeply at the man who had now tipped his chair back on two legs.

"What does Weasel Bee have to do with any of this?" he spat the name with an unnameable amount of loathing.

Zabini smirked briefly before his face became more sympathetic, "You know he was her only serious boyfriend and obviously the only one she ever imaged herself marrying. I imagine you put her in a right shock!"

Draco picked up the book numbly staring blankly at it, unreadable, as Blaise continued loudly.

"I mean come on this is Granger we're talking about! You guys have been together what? Three months? Maybe! Her and Weasel were together for two years! Years, okay?! No offense dude but you're paling in comparison"

Draco's only reaction to this was to blink. He seemed to be soaking all of this in the outside point of view from this tall black man. Connecting dots with this new information that had long been left a mystery.

"How have you guys been like since then?"

Draco shuffled the books on his desk, "Awkward to be honest. She rambles a lot around me," 'I thought it was cute' was lost somewhere after that, "but things are weird, off you know?"

Blaise gave Draco an almost lazy look with his arms tucked behind his head confidently, "This is why I stuck with the arranged Pureblood marriage with Daphne. Simple, partnership, I got Isabella and Georgio. I'm good, set to grow old. Bring on the grandchildren."

Draco shot him a look that could only be described as jealously.

"You think I don't want that! I want children! Your twins are the greatest kids I've ever met! Besides you got lucky Daphne is funny and not so whiny like Pansy was. I want to settle down! I just happen to want all that with a woman I happen to love!"

Blaise had made his way to the alcohol in the fancy looking bottles while Draco had ranted and was now holding two glasses.

"Yeah, well, here's to hoping you get all that, eh?"

Draco panted lightly from his rant just took the glass and drank in anyways after tipping his glass with Blaise.


"Coffee!"

Central London wasn't usually very sun and today was absolutely no exception. The clouds layered over the city sky like a collage of grays and dark whites. The dark almost dirty looking tall buildings stood tall almost closing around the apartment building like a box. The apartment wasn't to bad. The carpet was a crisp white and the walls were a sweet red. The furniture was sleek and new looking. There was TV that looking almost brand new and well kept. There was a small kitchen just off the living room that looked like it was just for looks. The bedroom was different story just the normal stuff filled the room a vanity, queen sized bed, and an old looking wardrobe. It was cluttered and crowded with clothes on the floor and the look of the room was dim not as bright as the other parts of the house. Inside of the room lied Emma Granger snoozing in her bed.

She turned in bed to the side and caught sight of her Aunt in her hand a cup coffee. She groaned and stuck her hand out for the coffee.

"Oh, no, Missy," Hermione denied her placing the cup of coffee on the vanity just in her sight but far out of reach.

"Die," Emma commanded bluntly.

"I'm just going to put it over here so nappy will have to get up."

"Die painfully."

"Will do dear, now I have to head to the office but I'll be back at noon to check up on you," Hermione said allowed rushing to the door wrapping her large rain coat styled jacket tightly around her.

Emma threw a pillow at her and grunted before throwing the blanket over her head and burrowing deeper into her bed.

Hermione watched her for a moment before turning to leave. She was stopped by Emma's voice from beneath the covers.

"He proposed didn't he?"

Hermione didn't turn and licked her chapped lips while staring at the door.

"...Yes..."

Emma jumped up from the bed with sudden energy and practically bounced over to Hermione dragging her back toward the bed where they both sat. Emma grabbed her Aunties hand and admired the diamond with a beaming smile.

"This is great! I told him about the gardens the moment he told me he planned to ask you. Oh my! Have you set a date yet?"

Hermione shifted her eyes awkwardly, "Actually, ummm... I'm thinking... We're not engaged."

Emma's face was filled with confusion, "Why ever not?"

"I need to think about it."

Emma let go of her Aunt's hands at once and rolled her eyes in an angry manner.

"Are you kidding me? This is exactly what he would want! My god, is that why? I can't believ-"

Hermione shot Emma a severally annoyed look, "Firstly, I don't know who your talking about and I told Draco I wanted to think about it."

Her gaze dropped to her hand and the ring resting on her finger, "It's big really big and I want to be sure."

Emma still looked suspicious, "And this has nothing to do with Ronald Weasley."

Hermione snapped back up at her niece, "Absolutely not!"

Emma flinched back, "Jesus! Fine! Fair question!"

Hermione stood again stiffly, "Drink your coffee."

Hermione swung open the door and left as Emma spoke, "Yes, mummy, dearest."


"Splendid date, Mr. Malfoy. A walk in the park with ice cream? You're a pro. I'm going to have to lock you up or some French model will just steal you away from poor bookworm me," Hermione babbled on amusing herself as she battled with her melting ice cream cone.

Well that was just odd. You see Hermione Granger was on a bit of a mission. The objective was to defeat awkwardness for once and all. The only way to fight that she found was to become very talkative. Good news: Draco seemed to be eating it up.

Draco grinned and handed her yet another napkin, "Oh really?" Hermione nodded, "Tell me more."

Hermione added this napkin to about five thousand others she had wrapped around the cone.

"Her name will be Esmeralda and she will be from Sweden but speak only French for some reason unknown to man. She will have very straight blond hair and blue eyes look just like yourself but female version"

Draco laughed, "Are you implying that I'm conceited?" he swung her waist over to match his in almost careless manner.

"Why not at all, Mr. Malfoy" she answered happily.

He made a face and released her, "Why do you always call me that?"

Hermione shrugged and caught a bit of slipping vanilla ice cream with her tongue, "It suits you"

"You don't see me calling you Granger or Miss. Granger"

Hermione shot him a look, "Well, you can't call me that because you used it long ago in a rather rude way and I believe the Granger was accompanied by a word hmmm I believe it started with a m?"

Draco had to jog lightly to catch up with the now fast walking brunette, "Point taken."

Hermione glared at him lightly, "Sorry, we promised not to bring that kind of stuff up didn't we?"

Draco nodded and slide his arm around her walking forward, "That we did."

Then he leaned forward and said in a softer voice, "I love you."

Hermione smiled gently and lean into his embrace kissing him sweetly. After a moment she pulled back, "You taste like Cherries."

Draco scoffed and turn from her embrace in mock hurt, "I tell you I love you and you say I taste like cherry?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at his antics before reaching up and grabbing the collar of his shirt so to pull him down to her height, "It's true! and it's not a bad thing!" she then said in a quieter voice, "I love cherries."

With that she gave his collar another tug and met her lips with his.


Never ever let me do that again! I mean come on guys that was like for a month! Many many cases of writers block came with this chapie. Rearranging, re writing, and lots of are thingys. Still it's a bit small then what I had hoped but I'm having a very large muse problem to deal and breath.

I gave you a bit of fluff and Dramione in this chapter to it's all good I hope.

Anywho on this Ron thing that is really starting to annoy me quite a bit. RON WAS NEVER INTENDED TO BE THE BAD GUY! No I'm not going ton make him completely freak out and try and like rape old Mione or something equally crazy because that sounds like a soap opera! He's meant to be looked at like a sad character okay? Someone who made a very large mistake and is now paying for it. Okay I'm done raging.

So the thing is the flu well it absolutely sucks. I man like this is my weapon of mass destruction. I hope George Bush doesn't come after me. The amount of make up work is enough to make me want to cry. With all this career crap. Listen I'm in 8th grade that's not even bloody High School. I'm enjoying my four or so years before I have to worry about being grown. bills, housing, income, taxes, college doesn't exactly sound like a shit load of fun if you get what I'm saying here. Now if you'll excuse me I must return to coughing my very soul out.

Elaina

P.S. Look down at that blue button and think What would Jesus do?

Answer: He would review.