Set a few years later and originally intended as a standalone cookie until I decided it would do as an epilogue, considering the rather unfinished nature of this fic. Upon reflection, I realize that the style is inadvertently based on Lyra Silvertongue2's WIP 'Trick Stair' at Lovely fic.

"What in the name of Gryffindor are you up to?"

Shudder. "Not in the name of Gryffindor, Hermione. Never in the name of Gryffindor."

"Honestly, you can be so childish sometimes. All right, in the name of Slytherin then."

"Much better."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"What are you up to?"

"Why do you think I'm up to something?"

Exasperated sigh. "You took me out to a French restaurant, which is something you never do--you hate French restaurants, Draco, and don't even try to deny it. Now you dragging me out here to watch the sunset, another thing you don't like because it's too silly and sentimental and you don't see what's so special about sunsets anyway. You said that just a few days ago, remember? I'm not entirely oblivious. What are you up to?"

"Um...don't you like it?"

"So you're trying to get on my good side? Wait, did you have another row with Harry and Ron?"

"No! I mean, yes. I mean, I didn't do anything! I just--thought you'd like it."

"Mm-hmm. Draco, you never do anything without an ulterior motive."

"...what about falling in love with you?"

"Love you too. But you're not getting off the hook that easily."

"Look, Hermione, I'll tell you. Just not right now."

"So you admit you are up to something?"

"Yes! Now shut up and watch the bloody sunset!"

"Right, I watched the bloody sunset. Now will you tell me?"

Groan. "You weren't supposed to figure anything out, you know. You were supposed to fall prey to my irresistable charm and be swept off your feet."

"Draco..."

"But no, Miss Granger had to get all defensive and analytical and suspicious. What about the famous Gryffindor 'leap-before-you-look' attitude?"

"Draco, I'm warning you..."

"Oh, all right."

Nervous. "...what are you doing?"

"Do you remember about two weeks ago, when I asked you that hypothetical question?"

"You ask me lots of hypothetical questions."

"The one I asked you when you were sorting out those forms about rampaging Nifflers or something?"

"Yes...I was trying to work, and you kept bugging me about my ideal proposal."

"Oh my god."

"Knew we'd get there sometime this year. Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

"Hmm...let's see. You're rich, handsome, and charming. Sounds pretty good to me."

Apprehensive. "Is that a yes?"

"Draco Malfoy, you adorable idiot. Of course it's a yes."

"And would you marry me even if I was a Weasley?"

Confused. "A Weasley?"

"You said I was rich, handsome, and charming. I was asking if you'd marry me even if I wasn't."

"Insulting my friends isn't exactly the way to win my heart."

"But you love me anyway."

Mock sigh. "Sad but true."

"So you are marrying me after all?"

"Draco, I already said I was."

"Oh, good. Does that mean I can get up off my knees now? Because the grass is sort of wet."

Right then, I'm really done now.