The games you play princess
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! So get over it, I have, and READ MY 'FAKE && MADE UP' story. Thank you, have a nice day.
Summary: Jealousy takes the best of a young Harry Potter over his love of Champagne Frost, a student who arrived in his six year and he has just little past with that he can't get over. Now in seventh year he takes a horrid opportunity and ends up foiling his once wonderful friendship with the girl. Can he ever get her back?
Authors Note: DO ENJOY THIS STORY I CREATED FOR YOURS AND MY OWN PLEASURE.
NOTE ON CHAPTER: This chapter is where the story really begins to get back into their past as Harry tried to create a new future. In this one, THEY HAVE A DANCE.
I'm just a bad actor
stuck with a shitty script
all of my lines are cheap
&& the cast is weak
Senses fail
It was Sunday morning when Champagne was rushing about like crazy in order to find her things in her freezing Slytherin room. Organizing things as she applied her eye liner, she stabbed herself in the eye and winced in pain before giving up and applying her make-up with magic and cleaning up her mess with magic as well, even though she had promised to not be so dependent on it.
Settling back onto her bed, clad in boxers, the pair she had stolen from Draco and a wife beater, far to lazy to change yet. Waiting for someone to call for her need, she rested back and drifted into a light sleep.
Draco was dancing across the flood, another girl in held in his arms. The two were so close to each other, him holding her in places he'd vowed only to hold Champagne. The blond clutched his shoulders as they went on; her head was rested lightly upon Draco's shoulder as the pair made a scene as they magnificently danced about.
Champagne felt her cheeks flare scarlet as balled her fists. Ripping the long gloves off her arms and tossing them behind her, she rammed past each student blocking her path towards Draco. Students all were shouting with rage as she stormed by, a look of pure death filling her eyes.
Draco continued to dance with the blond girl as Champagne finally disembarked at their location. Stopping in from of the pair, hers flared at him and he froze, dropping the girl straight to her arse. He looked in fear at the girl dressed as a princess, her tiara hanging from her well done hair, a cause of her pushing throw a crowd to get there in such a hurry. She drew her fist back and capped him one in the jaw at once. Other students rushed up and grabbed her and pulling her back as she scream, "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! IT'S MORE THAN OVER; YOU WILL WISH DEATH UPON YOURSELF."
Whipping her wand from her pocket she shot a curse at him, Draco only nearly dogged as he, bringing awe to all students, broke into tears as he began to apologize to Champagne. She too now freely cried and Hermione had worked her way up to her and now comforted her, her shouting unsystematic threats the boy for what he had done. "You fucking liar!"
The red hair let the tiara fall from it as Champagne shook horribly, Draco sitting on his arse, his legs curled up, as he was in a human ball and just rocked back and forth. Hermione could no longer understand Champagne, but knew she had said over 20 times he was a liar and just as she thought Champagne quieted herself, the girl spoke up, "told me that he'd be up to the room, ten minutes. It wasn't ten minutes. It was two hours ago. He was here. He was here dancing with her. Why? 'Mione, why?"
"He is a lair."
Just as Hermione spoke her words, Harry ran into the Great Hall, calling Champagnes name as he took search of her.
Her eyes shot open as she sat up in the bed, noticing the other presence with her. It was Draco; she had just had a horrific dream of Draco, and now woke with him beside her. Afraid of what her dream meant, she lay back and rested her head. Thinking the short lived dream over, she turned on her side and tapped her boyfriend on the shoulder, waking him. "I am sorry, but I wanted to know something?"
Rubbing his hair from his tired, grey eyes, Draco sat up and stretched, nodding in approval of the wake-up and acceptance of her question before lying back and facing her.
"Well, would you ever lie to me?" Her words quivered with fear as the dream rushed through her head once more and she thought maybe he wasn't faithful.
"I couldn't ever. Why?"
"Nothing, I was just a bit curious is all."
"Are you sure?"
"I said it was nothing, now if you want nothing for morning release, than I suggest you keep going on, or else I'd like you to shut up and kiss me." Taking her command at once, the boy kissed her, having brushed his teeth before coming to see her.
Hermione had spoken earlier that morning to Draco, around seven, when she went down to the Slytherin dorms and had Pansy bring him out.
When the blond boy came out to see her, he was clothed in only a pair of boxers and his school cloak. Biting her lower lip and feeling a little guilty at how much she agreed with Champagne now at how adorable Malfoy really had looked in the morning when he got up. His hair was all messed up and he wouldn't open his eyes so he just looked at you through squints, looking like a confused little boy. Remembering why she came, the bushy haired teen straightened up, "I don't mean to bother you about this, but I think if you do it, than she will be much better, but just talk to her, saying you are here for her."
Shaking his head, Draco looked her over for a second and stepped back, "it is seven in the morning and you needed to tell me that? She told me everything is fine and she right now I can definitely tell you is lying in her bed, wearing my clothes, nothing harming her."
"Don't be so insensitive, I know its early, but I have a lot to do today, I expected same. Sorry," Hermione apologized.
He only nodded and rubbed at his eyes before saying he was going up to see her than. As he opened the portrait door her turned towards her, "Granger," called after her down, causing her to twist towards him, "if something is wrong, I will tell you tonight."
"Thanks," she said and trotted off towards her plans made for the rest of that Sunday morning.
Now that the couple had fully rested and had their fun, Draco was stirring from the bed as Champagne began to do so from the other side, throwing her self off the side of the bed in order to wake herself up a little more. Laughing at the extremes his girlfriend went through to be awake, Draco stretched his arms back and arched his back, yawning aloud.
Pansy and Millicent entered the room they had shared with Champagne and two other girls, whistling at Draco nearly naked body coming from the hangings. "What a body," Pansy said to Millicent, Draco striking a pose as Champagne whipped him over the head with a pillow.
"My body," she said, claiming him with a passionate kiss.
"How cute," Millicent said sweetly as she sorted through some of her clothing as the couple remained in each others hand looking at one another.
Those vast, grey eyes enraptured her as Champagne smiled beautifully up at her boyfriend. Giggling and resting her head in the crook of his neck, she realized how much she had changed her boyfriend, but it was all for the better. He wasn't some unbearable asshole anymore and seemed so much more pleasant to be around, even Hermione admitted it.
Pansy and Millicent talking in the background hadn't distracted Champagne from her thoughts, Draco was a wonderful person. She really did love him more than ever. The two were extremely compatible; they were so obviously in love. He would stay up all summer nights when she got sick and read her to her most favorite childhood stories as she lie sick in bed and would end up getting sick to so she ended up renting videos he loved and watched them with him, feeding him soup and such. His mother, Narcissa loved her very mush so, so when she spent a month there over the summer, the two stayed up one night very late sniggering over pictures of Draco as a small child, same bleached blond hair and grey eyes, rosy cheeks back than, and same cute smile.
It hurt to think that Draco was so oblivious to see Champagne's state of mind sometimes. Even when it was so evident she was a cutter, he seemed completely unaware and just treated her to a favorite dinner or a comedic movie for just the two of them. But it wasn't like she didn't use all the skin repaired spells she knew to hide all evidence and hid ever trace of it, she was a compulsive liar and it made her sick.
"You two plan on standing their all day in your nightwear, or are you going to lunch, since you so obviously missed breakfast?" Pansy cleared her throat after, the pair parting from one another and nodding.
"We will wait for you two downstairs," Millicent said before parting.
Draco dressed beside her bed, as Champagne did in the middle of the room. Pulling on blacks, white polka dotted skirt over her chilly legs. Glancing over to see Draco drawing her jeans over his skinny legs caused her to smirk at how sexy he looked in them. "Oh you look absolutely ravishing baby."
"As do you, every one walks around in their bras for shirts now, but no one compares to yours, have they gotten bigger over the past ten minutes?" Draco smirked at her rolling of eyes.
"No Draco, they remain D's still love."
"Dazzling"
Grabbing her desired top, she pulled on the electric blue, stomach long-sleeve over her white wife beater. Draco had on a tight-ish green shirt with the band name, From First To Last, upon it once she turned, the shirt she had gotten him for his birthday that year. Happy to see him in it, she floated over and gave him a squeeze with a kiss. "Now, where are my boots for this skirt at?"
"I would so know, since I sort your shoes out for you all the time babe," Draco announced as he made his way past her, collecting their jackets from the top of her trunk and tossing over her jacket as he swung his over her shoulders and zipped it up.
"Oh shut up," Champagne said putting on her jacket, looking under the bed to see her white boats she loved to wear with her dress. Pulling them on she looked up at Draco, "oh I can't wait for tonight, can you baby?"
"It will be fun."
"Don't sound so excited sweetheart, you might just explode your mind with that kind enthusiasm."
"I don't do it to offend you, it's just that yes it will be fun, but I am not excited like you may be."
"I know Draco dear; let's go get something to eat, okay?"
"Yes."
Ron did wonder what made him do the thing he did for his girlfriend. Like now especially, since he was dressed as Brain from some band named the Dresden Dolls, white make-up all over his face as he had on eye make-up as well, a tux suiting him as well. He must have looked ridiculous by the grins he received from fellow Gryffindors as he waited in the common room for her to come down.
"Nice outfit Ron," Harry said from behind him, looking him over in the front, trying to contain his laughter.
"Oh shut up," he said, smacking Harry on the side of the head.
"Ron!" Hermione shouted, her face as white as his own was in shock as she strode down the stairs. "You know, Champagne gets her boyfriend to willingly dress up with her as a couple and he has no problem with it and is most likely not beating up his best friend over it."
"Well Champagne is a princess for Halloween, not some weird chick who shaved off her eyebrows," Ron retorted.
"That may be true but I am sure Malfoy would have rather have been what he chose instead of what she chose," Hermione fought back.
"Than he should have"
"Same with you," Harry announced.
"You two are just unreasonable, come on, let's get there before it starts. Harry you need to wait for Lavender?"
"No, I am here," Lavender proclaimed from the bottom of the stairs. She was dressed as a Barbie doll, her hair dyed a bright blond color that swished behind her head as her pink heels clicked on the floor when she ran up to the group, her tight white dress clinging onto her as the colors clothes did to them.
"Okay then, lets go," Hermione said directing the group with her with her hands in the direction of the exit.
Pumpkins and goblins, with their eerie glowing eyes watched over the hall as students danced like maniacs to the loud music playing. Candles floated above, giving them light to not step on each others toes and break them, but the hall remained dim. The whole hall was different; the normal school banners for the house that embellished the walls were now replaced with those of the scariest of creatures, as tables had moved to all corners, as punch and food tables. The dance floor was vast with the sides lit up and the entire student body aboard it.
Champagne stood in the entrance way to the gorgeously done hall, clinging to her boyfriends hand as if she was about to be snatched away by Voldemort and killed at once if she wasn't holding onto him. Draco smiled at the thought of her crying if he let go of her. How her perfectly curled hair fell from the bun she spent an hour putting it up into, tiara in front just fell out as she cried on her knees, running her glittery make-up. Her beautiful sapphire dress would tear at the knees and its golden tie back lace torn off as she screamed at the thought of being taken by Voldemort. Thinking of such a thing happening to his girlfriend caused him to wince back as she swung his arm and looked up at him.
"What's the face for?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Psh, come on," she than pulled the two of them onto the dance floor just as a slow song came on and latched onto him, resting her head upon his shoulder and just dancing along with him.
The night went of wonderful, everything against her dream, and as it rounded twelve o'clock, Draco and Champagne were resting at a table set up for all those who weren't dancing, but weren't cruising the buffet. Resting back into Draco's grip, she watched the couples all to the wrong beat and as if they couldn't hear but enjoying themselves because their date was just doing the same. Encumbered with the thought she did the same, Draco reassured her by pointing out how blinded they all were at the dance they did and how him and her were nothing like them. "How can someone dance so gracelessly and not notice they appear like a fool?"
"I guess it's the same thing with you and your hair, you don't realize by caring so much you look like such a fool, but a cute one," she said, turning her head to face him and taking a lock of hair into her tiny palms to play with. "But than again, God am I happy with you do, I love you hair."
"That is because it is perfect," Draco announced with such pride.
"You say it like I didn't know."
Looking into those gleaming silver orbs, Champagne's heart dropped. She had not a clue what she'd do if she could never see those eyes once again. Her life wouldn't be right. It would be like trying to live without eating, sure she skimmed over it when it was wrong to her, but she couldn't live without it and would just drop dead from its departure of her existence. A feeling came over her and at once she pulled Draco face to hers and kissed him, passionately, claiming him as hers.
Hermione had been passing when she saw Champagne just take Draco into her hands and make her move upon him. The two were just the cutest of couples. Even if Draco was a malicious bastard most of the time, they still remained a perfect item.
One thing always got to her though, how Draco dropped all rude and demeaning things once Champagne was around and was so, she had no word to explain such a change in personality. He didn't become anyone new, he just wasn't the Malfoy she grew up knowing. She enjoyed having Champagne come to school, because now he wasn't a prick towards her and actually helped her a lot with issues of Ron and came to her with situations dealing with Champagne.
Harry never enjoyed her taking to him nicely well, even Ron was better around Malfoy, they no longer bickered and would play chess occasionally together. That just fed the monster inside Harry and not nearly a month back Harry had attacked them verbally over it, just envious over the relationship Draco bound himself to with Champagne.
Come to realization that she had been starring at the couple for five minutes holding a glad on pumpkin juice, Hermione quickly scurried off toward where she had been sitting with Ron, only to find a rather irritated Ron and a snogging pair she assumed was Harry and Lavender. "Sorry love, something distracted me."
"That's okay, these two bloody know nothing aside from snog and eat, so with out you, things are a bit of a bore," Ron confessed, Hermione tossing her arms around his neck and hugging him.
"Awe how cute"
Why on earth had Hermione been staring at him and Champagne? She looked…looked like she was happy to see him, happy that they were with each other. But that's not what she had shouted the night he asked Champagne to be his girlfriend. She said he could fuck a kindergartener and spend life with them and not her best friend, Draco thought. Looking in the direction of Hermione and her boyfriend just cuddled each other like he and Champagne currently were.
Draco knew Hermione didn't feel that way towards his and Champagne's relationship, but never did she seem as radiant about it before. Of course the two went to each other over their couple problems, as odd it may seem since they never even referred to each other by proper name.
When he had asked Champagne out, he could just remember the expression Hermione wore on her face, it was like horror in full dosage, and she screamed horrid remarks about him. Putting him down and thinking aloud at how they could possibly date.
It was rather funny for both Draco and Champagne to watch such a scene. Finally after everything cooled down, Champagne had Hermione apologize and the two ended up benefiting from it. Champagne to this day still teased Hermione at such a complete outburst and Draco lags on the thought of it.
Going back into thought of his first day of being Champagne's boyfriend, he remembered the sense of complicity between the both of them. They were at once bonded without words or ropes to tie them down. He knew he could never feel this way about anyone else, he let her call him pet names, play with his hair, eat his food, tell him what to do, and so many other things he'd never in his life let any other woman aside form Champagne do. His life was fulfilled by having her in his life, and she needed to know it.
Looking down at her head resting upon the crook of his neck, Draco knew at once what he was going to do. He was going to ask Champagne to marry him.
Hermione was bewildered from the sight before her. Draco Malfoy was blushing as he bit her fingernails and looked on her waiting for a response. Draco wanted to ask Champagne to marry him, but he had no clue how to go about the subject. "I will help. For one thing."
"Anything," Draco blurted.
"Call me Hermione and we can get to wedding planning," she stuck her hand out, hoping for him to take and shake with his own in agreement.
To her pleasure he did just so, "Okay Gr- Hermione, now. HOW SHOULD I DO THIS?"
Smirking at Draco, Hermione knew this was going to be a long day, "Well, when do you want to do it, because when she is 80 she remembers only such few dates, when you get married, when she was proposed to, her children's birthdates, and yours."
"Well I want to do it now, but I want a hand carved ring for her, and that takes some time without threatening."
"Well, its November 10th right?"
"Yes, I believe so, what does that have to do with anything?" Draco asked, checking the corridor with a quick look-over, just noticing he was conversing something he wanted to be a surprise aloud in such an immense corridor.
"Here, let's meet tonight, uhm the Room of Requirement, at 11," Hermione offered.
"Okay, be there."
Anticipating his meeting with Hermione that night, Draco may have been a little bypassing towards Champagne the rest of the day and when she came to him rather upset, he dismissed it a little to quickly, it being late and he was supposed to be getting ready to meet Hermione.
"You know what Draco, forget it, do whatever you are rushing to get to, but I wont be here when you find I am of the right quality to speak with and remember I am your girlfriend!" Champagne shouted at him as he put a sweatshirt on his room. She did not cross her arms and smirk at him as she did usually when they fought, instead she slammed the door in his face as he was about to apologize and left the Slytherin dungeons all together.
His stomach turned upside from the argument, Draco went in search of Champagne but bumped into Hermione on his way up a flight of stairs to the third floor, "oh hey."
"Come on lets get going," Hermione said.
"I need to find Champagne," Draco said anxiously.
"Don't sound so upset, she is in the Gryffindor tower, Collin let her in and at once she was crying to Harry about how bad a friend she has been to him. She hasn't fled the country, now come on if you want to ask her to marry you, I think you shouldn't do it when she is real upset." Hermione grasped the boys arm and pulled him along till he walked freely in their direction.
Draco wasn't the best at picking dates to ask Champagne to marry him, but he had some great ideas at doing it. "Well, I guess Christmas would be good."
"Yes! That would be perfect Draco, now how should you ask her?" Hermione said, taking the plans down in notes.
"When she wakes up, I can offer to spend the morning with you guys and than when we get there, I can have her owl her a letter that has shrunken automatic car controller with the instructions 'Enlarge and turn on to use.' So it ends up in the room and I pick up the ring from the inside and get on my knee and ask her," Draco said mustering up all the thoughts he had planned out that night and before when ever such a thought crossed his mind and smiled proudly at Hermione.
"All right, perfect. Tomorrow we go to the jewelers and get that ring order in and you can pick it up later?"
"Okay, well I better get back and apologize."
"Of course, see you then."
With that the pair departed from their plan making and went to their respective houses for a night of rest. But as Draco found himself alone in the Slytherin common room, and informed Champagne had yet to arrive back from the Gryffindor tower, all plans of any sleep were put on hold.
Angrily taking seat on a black leather couch, Draco starred pointlessly at the portrait hole, waiting for her arrival any moment.
Bright sun shown through the window of the Slytherin common room, tear Draco from his sleep to find he had dozed off in waiting up for Champagne, who had obviously not arrived back. Completely enraged by such an idea, he at once fled to the Gryffindor tower, waiting for the first fool to pass through so he could slip by and get in to get an explanation.
Of course said plan was harder than thought, no one came or go in an hour, and just as he was about to give up hope, out comes Colin Creevy, and at once Draco dashed inside, earning some gasps from first through fifth years. Hermione rolling her eyes at the boy as she came from the steps, "She slept in my room. She had gone up there to see me, wrote me this little note, and fell asleep on it."
"Nothing…including, well you know?" He asked awkwardly.
"No Draco, nothing along the lines of that. She is up, just showering; I bet she will be down any minute. You on the other hand, should be caring about the appearance, that look is gruesome for your perfect reputation Draco."
"Oh, right."
Draco seemed so busy up until the day before Christmas that Champagne spent her days with Harry now instead of her boyfriend and talked at night to him. But these were nothing like the talks they once had, his mind was somewhere else. With someone else. Maybe Draco had found the girl from Champagne's dream and was prancing around all in love with her. Pish Posh. No…it was possible. All the signs were there. Less talking. Less time spent together. Less meaningful words. Less sex. Oh even, less time eating with one another. For all Champagne knew, Draco's heart could be given to someone other woman and it took her that long to come around.
Crying into her palms as she sat alone at the lake where she was to meet Harry three hours back, Champagne screamed out, louder than she thought imaginable. Pointing her wand at a rock she transfigured it into a razorblade and took fury out on herself, tears rolling down her cheeks as she dropped into a heap upon the white snow, which faded into a scarlet as she let herself bleed.
Harry knew he was late, very late, but also knew Champagne wouldn't leave. So as he rounded the corner of the breezeway, running in the direction of the lake, he was first to see a puddle of red surrounding the limp body of a girl dressed so unsuitably for such temperature.
He ran to her body, turning her on her back to see her face, mascara and eye liner dripping down it mixed with tears. Her lips were a bright red from the cold which caused him to grasp her naked arms, collecting blood on his fingers as he held them, ripping his jacket off his back he put it on her and at once swooped her up in his arms and fled to the hospital wing, not a minute to waste.
Pacing about the waiting room of the Hospital Wing, Harry's mind was filled with thoughts. Champagne was a cutter? Was it her first time? Why would she ever cut herself? Was it over Draco? YES! That bastard got to her, ignoring her, off doing things he never spoke of, it was about time she realized, but not that wayAnger coursed through his body when he thought of how horrid and disgraceful a person must be to do such harm to such a beauty and not even care that she had gave it such a worried thought let alone lay bleeding on a hospital wing bed over it.
The anger mounting up inside him, Harry rushed from the room in search of Draco. He was ready to do anything, what ever his heart felt right in fighting for. Finding Draco in the library with Hermione, looking at something in a small box, Harry was infuriated that Hermione was speaking with such a git. Walking up behind the pair, he lightly tapped Draco on the shoulder, the boy turning around and closing the small velvet red box and pocketing it, "Ye-
Draco was un capable of finishing his sentence as Harry punched him right in the jaw, causing Hermione to screech and fling herself on top of him, crashing them both upon the floor, her holding his hands back as he writhed to escape her grasp.
"What the fuck Potter?" Draco shrieked, holding his bloody mouth in his hand.
"Serves you right," he retorted, "she bleed more than that over you!"
"Who?" Both Draco and Hermione asked in unison.
"You fucking prick, YOUR GIRLFRIEND. The limp body lying on a bed in the hospital wing, blood loss keeping her there for a bit," Harry snapped.
"What?" Draco's voice was shaky as he knelt beside Harry.
"You damn well heard me, cut her arms up pretty well, 62 on each other, how she got them even in such a rage she must have been in when she did it, I don't know, but I sure as hell know she had been stressed over you too much," Harry spat. "Not being there, other stuff more important than her."
SMACK! "DON'T EVER SAY THAT TO ME AGAIN! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? SHE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN MY LIFE. WHY HAVE I BEENAVOIDING HER, I AM AFRAID."
"Of what?"
"ABOUT BLOWING THIS," Draco said, tossing the red box on Harry's chest, Hermione letting a hand free in which Harry used to grasp the box and open it.
Shocked the boy did not answer, instead gawked, looking from Hermione to the box to Draco to the blood lip he gave Draco back to the box, "I am sorry,I really didn't know. It's just I never have seen her like that before, she couldn't move, but she was awake, she couldn't speak, but she could hear me talking to her. She was in pain, and I thought you were to blame. I am sorry, I doubted you."
"Take me to her," Draco demanded.
"What?"
"Take me to her. Hermione, come with us. We can deal with this later, I want to see her."
"Right, right!"
Fear, anger, and pain coursed through Draco body as he paced about the waiting room of the Hospital Wing, Hermione and Harry whispering to each other on the bench beside him. What is Pomfrey can't do anything? What if Champagne hates him? What if she doesn't say yes? Oh god, what would he do if she said no?He could no longer handle his anxiousness and at once burst into the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey sputtering rude comments his way.
Passing by the wench, he found himself standing before Champagne's resting body, she lay so still, so motionless; she was like a delicate angel. Her arms were gauzed up so he could not see her injuries. Afraid of everything else, Draco dropped down to her level and kissed her lips softly, bringing her back to reality. "I am sorry, that you thought I don't love you, but I need you to know, I love you more than I love air."
Unable to conjure up words to comeback at him with, she just melted as he scooped her up in his arms, pulling her from the bed. "I am sorry, for ever doubting it. I missed you."
"Believe I missed you too, but you will see everything will be better."
"Okay," she said, needing that reassurance, her body all ready giving in to Draco.
It was Christmas, her favorite of Holiday's and Champagne woke up to her boyfriends arm protectively around her as they had fallen asleep in that manner after incredible make-up sex. Kissing Draco's head lightly she grabbed some her robe, threw it over her shoulders and took her clothes and made her way towards the bathroom.
Emerging a near hour and a half later Champagne found herself greeted by fully dressed Draco, grinning at her, "come on, I told Hermione we would be there once we got up."
"Alright love," Champagne said, at once be dragged off by Draco towards the Gryffindor tower were a gitty Hermione waited for the arrival, letting them in at once.
The couples all opened their gifts, Harry receiving a broom-cleaning kit form Lavender that he now clung to his chest, Ron receiving the ring that Hermione's family passed down in every generation, a gift so meaningful to him he forgot how to speak for a moment as the small bear he got Hermione praised her and gave her candies and explain Ron's love for her. Champagne had gotten Draco three pairs of girls jeans, a small heart with their names upon it that shown and sang every time he touched it, and a choker necklace with his name on it.
Champagne was seated on the Gryffindor couch, wrapped up in Hermione's blanket she brought down for her with the teddy bear Draco had gotten her last Valentines day, wearing the bracelet he gave her, and eating the candy from the small real-life like puppy with a bag of chocolate's on its back in a sack. Cuddling the puppy in her lap, she called her boyfriend back over from where he was talking to Hermione, and at once he ran to her, "yes hun?" Not answering but instead pulling him to her and kissing him, she said she loved him and told him to go back to Hermione.
Just as the puppy in Champagne's arms licked her nose, a letter dropped on her lap from an owl she hadn't noticed it's entering. She ripped open the envelope to have a small control drop onto her lap with a sheet of paper.
Enlarge and turn on to use.
Going through with the instructions, she heard a faint pretend car noise, growing louder and louder till the car stopped before her and Draco now was there as well, as if moving without her capability to notice.
Dropping to his knee in front of her, Draco took a velvet red box from the teeny, blue car and opened it up to her. A gold rind with a large, hand cut white diamond in-between two emeralds. On this diamond was hers&Draco's names in gold. Gapping at the ring, Draco raised it to her, "Champagne, will you marry me?"
AUTHORS NOTE: What will Champagne say? How will things go over? OH READ ON.