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disclaimer: all the characters belong to J. K. Rowling
If anyone had entered the Malfoy manor in that moment and had walked into the living room, he would've find a dumbstruck Draco Malfoy sitting like a marble statue in his favourite armchair with a letter in his right hand and a stupid smile lingering on his lips.
Definitely not something you usually see a Malfoy doing. Because Malfoys never smiles, they smirk. At least in public.
But Draco had every good reason to smile like the happiest person in the world.
Two simple words.
Two words that had already changed his life in the past more than once and that were changing his life once again.
The simplest answer to the simplest question he had ever made and, still, the one he cared the most.
"do you want to be my wife?"
She had taken her time. A long, interminable week to think it over, to just let him cradle in his doubts. But, then, then she had finally answered.
"do you want to be my wife?"
"I do."
He closed his eyes in happiness, rereading the two words again and again, afraid that maybe it was all a joke and they could fade away.
But they didn't. They remained, black ink against creamy parchment, almost glittering in the low light.
Draco couldn't suppress the joy that suddenly surged inside his chest, the overwhelming warm feeling that spread through his body, igniting his insides, flushing his cheeks, radiating through his skin like a golden aura. He let out a deep, vibrating laugh.
When had it been the last time that he had laughed like that?
He couldn't remember anything that made him happier, not the first time he rode his broom, flying high on the treetops with the wind brushing his face, nor the time at school when they pulled a prank on Snape.
No, even Voldemort's defeat was barely comparable with that letter. He had been happy back then, of course he had. Not having to serve anymore a crazy wizard that threatened to kill his whole family was a great thing, not having to pretend anymore, to lie, to spy, to fear every single day of his life to be discovered and killed, to fear for his loved ones and for his less loved ones.. no, the fall of Voldemort had been a great, great thing.
But this.. this was simply better.
Maybe the only thing that could compete was the time that she accepted to get out with him. And then their first kiss. And when she accepted to be his girlfriend.
Definitely, those with her were among the best days of his life.
A sharp knock on the window glass snatched him out of his reverie.
He quickly got up and went to the window, letting the big barn owl in and hurrying to undo the knot that kept the parchment scroll tied to his leg.
The owl hooted indignantly for the little attention he was paid, but Draco didn't care and just fed him some owl treat, unrolling the parchment.
It was another of her letters, he knew because he had recognised the owl and, once again, her perfume. That mixture of mint and jasmine that only she wore, the same scent he had smelled the time he had prepared a love potion at school, when he still ignored his feelings for her..
'admit it. you were grinning like a crazy nargle..
Ps. Don't be rude as always with Hades and pay him some attentions..'
He chuckled softly and summoned a quill and some paper with a flick of his wand.
'your divination skills are greatly improved, my dear! And Trelawney told you it wasn't your subject.. what a fool!
But why such an obvious question, love of my life and soon-to-be gorgeous wife?
Ps. Your owl had almost bitten my finger off and I should be the one being polite? No way!'
Draco rolled the parchment and attached it to the leg of the black owl, that gave him in exchange a death glare, and let him fly outside again from the window in the dark night.
Only ten minutes had passed since the bird had took off, when a voice coming from behind startled him.
- because you just made me win ten galleons to Ginny.. -
He turned around to face the woman that meant everything to him, his heart skipping a beat: Hermione was leaning to the door, a wide smile spread across her beautiful face.
- glad to know I made you richer, love - he answered, moving towards her.
Once he was less than two feet from her, Draco took her hand and kissed her knuckles softly, never tearing his eyes from the honey of hers.
- I missed you, today.. - she whispered brushing her nose lightly on his cheek
- I missed you too, but you already know that.. -
She chuckled, snuggling close to him and resting her head in the crook of his neck.
He loved his witch, Draco didn't doubt that even for a split second. He truly, deeply loved her.
How could he not love her, that little snuggling form, that mess of brown curls and soft curves? How couldn't he be fascinated by her pristine laugh, by her wit, her beauty and those warm, liquid honey eyes?
He definitely could spend the rest of his life just like that, embracing her and feeling her heartbeats against his.
Wasn't that love?
- oh and, by the way.. – he whispered in her ear – I'd rather be compared to an hippogriff, not a nargle.. -
She jokingly punched him on the arm and quirked an eyebrow enquiringly.
- and what gives you the impression that you'd be better if compared to a hippogriff, Mr Malfoy? Have you ever seen a nargle? -
He smirked smugly.
- well, the last time I saw Lovegood, I remember quite distinctly she was telling nargles were little and flying all above my head.. so, yes Miss Granger, I think I'm qualified enough to tell that I'm more a smirking hippogriff than a grinning nargle - he answered seriously.
- oh, seriously? Then show me! - she dared him.
He smirked again, making her laugh.
- ok, this is definitely a smirk.. – she conceded – anything else that proves you're not a nargle? -
He seemed to think about it for a second and, when she less expected, he swiftly scooped her in his arms, walking into the living room.
- what..! Draco! – she shrieked – Draco, put me down immediately! -
- but, love, this is the proof I'm not a nargle! – he answered nonchalantly, carrying her around the room like a doll.
- could a nargle ever do this? – he asked, while spinning around, her arms tightly around his neck.
- Draco! Draco, stop it! – she shrieked again.
- only if you admit I'm not a nargle but a hippogriff.. -
He made her spin faster and Hermione squealed.
- ok, ok, you're not a nargle, you're not a nargle! You're a hippogriff.. -
He smiled. He always obtained what he wanted. Malfoys always did.
- now let me down, please, I feel like I'm going to be sick.. -
Draco quickly put her down on the nearest sofa, sitting down beside her and scrutinizing her features.
She looked a little green indeed.
- I'm sorry, Hermione.. do you feel well? -
She flashed him a wide thirty-two teeth smile.
- of course I do, my little, stupid nargle! -
He had been fooled! He couldn't believe it: Draco Malfoy had been fooled by his gryffindor girlfriend. Fiancée. Soon to be wife. Whatever..
- don't gape like that, it doesn't make you look more intelligent.. - she laughed.
- you, little snake.. - he growled, giving her the worst look he could.
That wasn't much, truth to be told. He couldn't really be angry at her, or look bad in those eyes of hers.
A sudden thought hit him.
- how did you know that I was home when you sent the letter? -
Her smile broadened.
- I used my inner eye, and saw it in my crystal ball obviously.. -
He quirked an eyebrow. Even if her tone was extremely serious, he couldn't absolutely buy that rubbish. Anyone who knew just a little Hermione Granger knew how much she despised divinations (and her former divination teacher in particular..)
- seriously.. -
- ok, but promise you won't get angry.. -
- why should I get angry? -
- just promise! -
He didn't like where that discussion was going. Why should have he got angry? Was it something so terrible? But, after all, he didn't have much choice, did he?
- I promise I won't get angry.. - he huffed.
- I had asked Betsy to tell me when you would have got home and she apparated to mine when she was supposed to fetch you the firewhiskey.. -
That little bloody elf..
But at least that made sense: it explained how the first letter arrived.. and why it had taken so much time to bring him the firewhiskey..
- aren't you angry? - she asked anxious.
- why should I? You told me that you'll marry me, and you have just demonstrated that you're more slytherin than gryffindor! - he said proudly.
They both burst into laughter.
- I love you, Draco Malfoy.. -
- I love you too, Hermione Malfoy.. -
He lightly brushed his lips against hers, savouring her taste and anticipating what that kiss could bring.
- and, talking about that.. - she interrupted his thoughts.
Did she ever shut up?
- talking about what, love? - he asked, capturing her lower lip between his teeth and trying to resume their kiss where they had left it.
She purred quietly and nibbled his upper lip in revenge.
- talking about my surname.. -
- what about Malfoy? - he teased her, lightly caressing the skin of her neck with the tips of his fingers.
He could feel her heart speeding under his touch, and lowered his lips to give her a kiss just over the pulse point.
- and what about Granger-Malfoy? - she managed to say between her stifled moans, straddling on his lap.
Draco wanted to groan in frustration: they had already had that conversation billions of times before and he had always been adamant on his position: he wanted Hermione to take his surname only, he wanted to show the world that she was his witch, but she had always wanted some kind of independence..
But now, with her light weight on his lap, her scent intoxicating his brain, her warm body all over his, her hands moving on his chest and her lips.. those wonderful, full, hot lips..
How could he resist a temptation like that?
Definitely, she was way too slytherin for being just a normal gryffindor..
- I think we could find an agreement about that.. -
She smiled wickedly pressing further her body on his and looking straight into those silver eyes.
- I think that this could be easily arranged.. -
He didn't let her repeat it twice and toppled her on her back, trapping her body between the sofa and his own body, while his hands began roaming through her hair, back, neck, breasts and thighs, making Hermione gasp and squirm in pleasure.
- great, negotiations are definitely my specialty.. - he murmured hoarsely, attacking her soft neck with his lips.
- I'm afraid you have a too high opinion of yourself, Mr Malfoy.. - Hermione retorted teasingly, biting lightly his earlobe and starting unbuttoning his shirt to have better access to his warm body.
- we'll see, my dear, we'll see.. -
o o o
One sofa, a wall, one carpet, one desk, one bed and about two hours and forty-five minutes later, Hermione was so tired that she wouldn't probably remember anymore what the matter of discussion had been.
Draco smirked inwardly looking at her half asleep form. There was a reason why he had been called the prince of slytherin, after all..
- Draco? - her soft voice called from the bed where she laid wrapped only in the bed sheet.
- yes, my love? -
- now can I keep my surname? -
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