Gifted touch
Hermione and Draco dated exclusively for many months after that, Hermione continuing to work under him at Malfoy Inc. Needless to say, not much work got done. Before they both knew it, their six-month anniversary had already rolled around.
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Harry shuffled to the front door, wondering who could possibly be ringing the bell at seven thirty in the morning. Opening the door, the shock must have registered on his face because Draco smirked at him. Not any Draco, but a Draco who was caring flowers and was dressed in a tuxedo. "Good morning to you to Potter. Sleep well?" The first thing to shoot out of Harry's mouth was, "Malfoy, what are you doing here, it's seven thirty in the morning. Are you insane?" Draco's smirk grew. "First of all, I'm here to speak with Hermione, I am well aware that it's only seven thirty in the morning and no I'm not insane but I am crazy. May I come in?" Harry narrowed his eyes. "What do you want with Hermione this early? You couldn't wait until a normal hour, like two o'clock in the afternoon?" Draco sighed. "All right Harry, if you must know."
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Hermione awoke to find Draco sitting at the end of her bed, watching her sleep. Rubbing her eyes and stretching, she glanced quizzically at him. "What are. you doing here?" she questioned, stifling a yawn. Draco smiled slowly at her. It was a loving smile that she couldn't help but reciprocate. "I wanted to talk to you." Again, Hermione looked confused. "All right, go ahead." Draco took a deep breath. "Hermione, we've been dating for awhile, and I realized the other day that I never told you that I love you." Hermione tilted her head to one side, almost resembling a dog that you just wanted to hug (according to Draco). "Well, I love you too. But why now, you couldn't wait to tell me that?" "Something like that. Hermione, not only do I love you, but I'm in love with you. There is not an image of my future that I don't see you there with me. I can't even imagine life without you. Hermione, I want you to be my wife." Hermione gaped open- mouthed at him. "Draco, you aren't serious?" He nodded his head. "Yes, love, I am. Hermione, will you marry me? Please," he added as an afterthought. "Are you crazy!" she exclaimed. "Of course I'll marry you."
Hermione and Draco dated exclusively for many months after that, Hermione continuing to work under him at Malfoy Inc. Needless to say, not much work got done. Before they both knew it, their six-month anniversary had already rolled around.
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Harry shuffled to the front door, wondering who could possibly be ringing the bell at seven thirty in the morning. Opening the door, the shock must have registered on his face because Draco smirked at him. Not any Draco, but a Draco who was caring flowers and was dressed in a tuxedo. "Good morning to you to Potter. Sleep well?" The first thing to shoot out of Harry's mouth was, "Malfoy, what are you doing here, it's seven thirty in the morning. Are you insane?" Draco's smirk grew. "First of all, I'm here to speak with Hermione, I am well aware that it's only seven thirty in the morning and no I'm not insane but I am crazy. May I come in?" Harry narrowed his eyes. "What do you want with Hermione this early? You couldn't wait until a normal hour, like two o'clock in the afternoon?" Draco sighed. "All right Harry, if you must know."
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Hermione awoke to find Draco sitting at the end of her bed, watching her sleep. Rubbing her eyes and stretching, she glanced quizzically at him. "What are. you doing here?" she questioned, stifling a yawn. Draco smiled slowly at her. It was a loving smile that she couldn't help but reciprocate. "I wanted to talk to you." Again, Hermione looked confused. "All right, go ahead." Draco took a deep breath. "Hermione, we've been dating for awhile, and I realized the other day that I never told you that I love you." Hermione tilted her head to one side, almost resembling a dog that you just wanted to hug (according to Draco). "Well, I love you too. But why now, you couldn't wait to tell me that?" "Something like that. Hermione, not only do I love you, but I'm in love with you. There is not an image of my future that I don't see you there with me. I can't even imagine life without you. Hermione, I want you to be my wife." Hermione gaped open- mouthed at him. "Draco, you aren't serious?" He nodded his head. "Yes, love, I am. Hermione, will you marry me? Please," he added as an afterthought. "Are you crazy!" she exclaimed. "Of course I'll marry you."