An Impossible Marriage
"Draco, I love you. I wish we never had to separate." Hermione sobbed, her face buried in Draco's shirt. He stroked her hair and hugged her tightly also not wanting to let go.
"And we won't, because there's a very important question I want to ask you, tonight, and right now." Draco said giving a small innocent smile. Hermione let go of him staring at him inquisitively.
Draco bent down on his knee and pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. Hermione gasped, smiling but alarmed.
"Hermione Granger, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life you. Will you marry me?" he asked nervously.
"Draco…"Hermione stuttered, Draco rose, his eyes looked scared and very insecure.
"I love you but…"
"But?" Draco asked, inhaling a deep breath.
"But if I say no I'd die! Of course I'll marry you Mr. Malfoy!" Hermione chirped happily, grabbing Draco close and planting a kiss on him.
Draco grinned broadly and placed the diamond ring on Hermione's finger. They both stared at the ring in awe then looked up at each other and smiled.
"Today is the first day of being engaged to each other. What should we do?" Draco asked, still grinning.
"Wait, what about your father?" Hermione asked, her smile quickly fading.
"Hermione, he doesn't know, and he never will, we can privately marry!" Draco said, thinking that his plan would work and that his father would never track us down with his dark magic.
"Draco, we need to talk…" Hermione said gloomily, taking his hand and seating him and herself into plush red chairs out on the balcony staring out at the stars and the slight light coming from the sun getting ready to show itself.
"What's the problem; all we have to do is elope and then run off together. Who would bother to look for us?" Draco asked impatiently.
"Draco, sweetie, hold your temper and listen. Your father can find us, he could kill me, more importantly, he could kill you, his only son." Hermione said quietly, but loud enough for Draco to realize that he was not living in a fairy tale but a world of good and bad wizards, very weak and very powerful wizards and witches. Just one death curse could wipe out 5o muggles or 30 wizards, a big impact upon the magical world.
"Hermione, dear, he can kill us but he can't kill our love." Draco said somberly.
That's what Harry said earlier, how do these guys know these types of things? Hermione thought to herself.
"I know Draco, but I want to live my life, instead of dieing early, don't you?" Hermione said, knowing she was right, even if the love for each other was strong enough, it would never protect their very lives.
"Hermione, of course I want to live, but I also want to marry you. I want people to look at us as an engaged couple instead if an oversized-ego and a bookworm."
"I resent that, I'm not a bookworm!" Hermione fought.
"Of course you're not." Draco said with a smirk, drawing Hermione into a deep and passionate kiss.
I feel so bad; he doesn't even know what I did with Harry tonight. But if I tell him the truth he'll think I'm a mad lunatic and take back the engagement ring! Hermione thought hesitantly as she kissed Draco.
Draco pulled away and carefully laid Hermione's fragile hands in his and stared into her deep brown eyes. Hermione stared back into his gray ones and felt like a two-faced liar.
"Hermione, I can feel it. There's something wrong. What is it?" Draco asked.
"Oh, nothing. I'm fine. Oh, its almost morning, you better go back to your dormitory before we're caught together." Hermione warned, her head spinning.
"Right. Well, I'll see you later ok." Draco replied kissing Hermione on the cheek then rushed out of the common room entrance.
Hermione sat, and sulked in her chair, wondering what to tell Harry, to tell Draco. There was nobody to tell. Except for one, no, not Ron Weasley, but Ginny Weasley. Hermione's one-of-a-kind best friend…