Let's get one thing straight, I hate Blaise Zabini
Let's get one thing straight, I hate Blaise Zabini. I hate him with everything that is in me. I hate him more than I hate the way Ronald chews his bloody food. Draco knows this, Draco trusts him, and Draco loves me. Still not making any sense? Yeah…to me either. I still can't believe that I packed my trunk, got on the train, and was ready to apparate home when Zabini grabbed my arm, and we were gone with a pop. Bloody fucking apparition.
I yanked my arm out of his hand the minute my feet were on solid ground. Dropping my trunk to the floor I turned to look at the sodding idiot.
"Let. Me. Go. Now." I demanded, my wild hair automatically fanning my face. He laughed. Let's get another thing straight, I hate when people laugh in my face. I growled deep within my throat and flung myself bodily at the large black man. He chuckled again and took hold of my wrist, leading me down many hallways. I mumbled the entire time. He dropped my arm in front of a large wooden door, twisted the handle, and walked inside. I followed. I had no other choice.
Let's get one more thing straight, I don't like not having choices. In fact, I get terribly angry when forced to do something I don't particularly want to do. Maybe, no…that is the reason Draco found me straddling his best friend, with my fists beating the shit out of his chest. If Draco hadn't been so damn quick, I would've beat him to a bloody pulp as well, but that bastard didn't allow that to happen. Fucking idiot. Don't excuse my language, please be offended.
I found myself lying on my back in the middle of a sea of black, but like any Slytherin what colors did you expect them to decorate in. Draco was on my left, his leg over mine, and his hand tangled in my hair, yes it was annoying. Turning my head slightly, I took in his profile. His chin was pointy, his cheeks rounded, with a small hint of red, his nose rounded, and his eyes curved in an alluring manner. My man was hot. That was the bottom line. I was still as mad as hell, there was no changing that.
"Draco?" I whispered.
"Yes, love?" his head turned, took in my appearance and he sighed. I moved closer to his body, snuggling my head against his chest.
"Why am I here again?"
"Because I can't protect you when you're at home." I shot up in the bed. Who the bloody hell does he think he is?
"I don't need protection, Ferret."
"Damn it Hermione, just…please can we not fight?"
"Fuck you Malfoy." I glared in his general direction. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.
"That can be arranged." I whipped my head to stare at him defiantly.
"Come near me, Ferret, and I'll scream." His body pounced, pinning mine to the silk sheets beneath me. Lips attacked my neck, suckling, his fingers roaming. Oh, I screamed alright, but not because his advances were unwanted. Merlin, I've never come so hard in my life.
Now, I hope you all have realized that I am female. And like any other female, I like presents. I love Christmas, because I get presents. I expected something small. He had already gotten me a locket, so I expected a card, a box of chocolates, coupons for sex with him, I'd use them all in one night. Laugh, but I'm not joking. What I did not expect, was what I actually got. For the love of Merlin, I'm the luckiest female in the bloody world.
I woke up with his body wrapped around my own. Sighing in content, I burrowed deeper under the blankets and closer to his nude body. I pressed my ear to his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a while. When it sped up, I knew he was waking up. Brushing my knee against his penis, later swatting it with my hand, had him moaning in his sleep. Quietly I got out of bed, walked into the bathroom and showered. When I exited the bathroom he wasn't there, but there was breakfast with a note.
Darling,
I'll be back at five p.m. exactly with dinner and your present.
Please don't wear a thing.
Draco.
The nerve of that bastard, just for that…I wore a loose dress, buttoning the front of it to my chin, and cinching the belt at my waist. Put on panty hose instead of stockings, and wore my Mary Janes from school. He was living, but the bloody arse deserved it.
Five o'clock p.m. 25 December 1996
He stood before me, dressed in black slacks and a black oxford, his black tie did nothing to contrast his outfit, and his black shoes just put the frosting on the proverbial cake. The only contrasting color on him was his skin, his eyes, and his hair. But then again, they're almost all the same fucking color too. The bastard.
"I cooked you dinner?" He asked, I thought it weird.
"Or your house elves did." I chuckled, and so did he until his eyes traveled down my body.
"I thought I told you to be naked."
"You did. But you're an ass, and I don't listen to asses."
"Not even your own?" he questioned. "I tend to listen to my arse."
"If you want to talk to your arse, that's your prerogative. I tend to have conversations with meaningful people."
"Touché Granger."
I shrugged. "I try Malfoy."
"Let's eat." He waved his wand, where the hell was mine….oh, that bastard. The food appeared on the table. Shrimp scampi, buttered rolls, red wine, melted butter, and a rich tiramisu littered the table top. My mouth watered at just the smell. Draco walked over to the chair nearest the window and pulled the chair out for me. I sat down while he fussed with the blinds. Finally, he sat down, and we ate dinner. He was as suave as ever, almost had me dropping my knickers in the middle of dessert.
"The moon looks beautiful Hermione." He said, placing his napkin on his plate and getting up. He pulled out my chair, grabbed my hand and led me over to the table. I smiled up at him as he led me over to the window. He positioned my body towards the window, and slid his hands around my waist from behind. He kissed my cheek, and pulled the shade down a bit. The moon light glinted off of something hanging in front of my face by a string. I ignored it. Sighing, I let my head loll back onto his shoulder.
"It's beautiful." I breathed.
"Yeah, it is." He said, and he was not looking at me. I know how not cliché. I loved it. The light glinted off the end of the string again and this time I looked in that direction. I felt his heart beat faster against my back as my hand reached out and grabbed at the object. My slender fingers closed around a cool metal object, when it rested in my palm I looked down and gasped. Princess cut, one karat, silver band, laid in my palm. Turning in his grip I look into his face.
"You bloody…bastard." I accused.
"Marry me, Hermione. After you, no pureblooded drone is ever going to make me happy. I could be sappy, and tell you exactly what you mean to me. But let's get one thing straight, I know you hate sappiness." I nodded my head, and handed him the ring, holding out my left hand. Taking this as my silent yes, he slipped the band onto my finger and grinned down at me.
I reached up and kissed him full on the lips. Pulling away he pressed his forehead against mine and took in air. His silver eyes looked deep into my hazel ones. I was grinning like a fool.
Let's get one last thing straight, I love Draco Malfoy.
A/n: Hey guys. I just wanted to let you know I'm back. My aunt unfortunately did pass on May 3, in the early morning. Thanks for all your prayers and best wishes.
