Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
The next morning, Draco showed obvious signs of a hangover when her arrived home to Vlad.
"Did you have a nice trip, Master Malfoy?"
When all Draco could do was grunt his answer, Vlad chuckled.
"I see we had a little too much to drink, Master Malfoy?"
"I had too...I was drinking to forget."
"Forget what exactly?"
"Pansy! I mean, Trista..." replied Draco, remembering Pansy, his sweet Pansy.
"A little slip of the tongue, Master Malfoy?"
"Vlad, I think I made an ass of myself."
"So, this Trista treated you pretty rough?"
"Yes, she made me feel..." Draco paused a moment remembering all his precious moments with Trista. 'No, we had a wonderful time...a trip to the moon."
Vlad chuckled knowingly.
"Vlad, do you think Pansy will ever forgive me?"
"I don't think you need to bother Ms. Parkinson with all of the particulars. Sometimes the most important thing is to forgive yourself."
Draco sat in thought for a second. Suddenly, he bolt out of his seat and went running up the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Vlad called after him.
"To pack. I'm going off to France."
"France?"
"That's where Pansy is...wherever Pansy is, that's where I need to be."
About thirty minutes later, Draco arrived at Pansy's hotel.
Everything was a blur as he ran as quickly as he could to Pansy's hotel room.
"Draco, hi. What are you doing here? I thought you were--"
With that Draco pulled her towards him and kissed her just like in those old fashioned movies he'd seen when he was younger.
"Pansy, I know that I made mistakes. I know that I've hurt you in the past. And I know that by asking you this, I'm asking for something that I don't deserve. If you say yes, I will make you the happiest woman in the world..."
He slowly pulled the ring out of his pocket, and got on one knee.
"Pansy, will you marry me?"
A single tear dripped down her cheeked.
"Yes...yes...yes. Yes! Of course!"
At this he got off the ground and swooped her in his arms. He knew that this was his happily ever after.