When Hermione awoke, she was wrapped in arms. Big, strong arms. She leaned back onto a hard chest.

"Ron…"

Hermione turned over. She looked up to see Draco's face. A curse escaped her mouth, and she wriggled out from the embrace.

"Granger, wait." Hermione cursing had woken him up.

"No."

"I can explain."

"Go on then. I would love to hear what your excuse is."

Draco sat up in bed.

"Last night, you came to sleep on top of the covers. That's where you awoke this morning."

"That doesn't sound like an excuse, Malfoy."

"I haven't finished. You were crying and shaking. I tried to wake you up, but nothing. I'm not very good at comforting, but I know from personal experience a hug helps. So that's what I did. Nothing else to it."

Hermione looked at her feet. She tried to say something, but nothing came out.

"Now, Granger, do you think I could get changed?"

"Oh." Hermione had suddenly regained her voice. "If you don't want to wear the clothes you've been in for the past couple of days, I can get you some of Ron's things…"

"Yes. I think that would be best."

"I'll just get some." Hermione walked towards the door on the far right of the room. At the very back sat a dust-covered trunk.

"Alohamora." The trunk opened. Inside were clothes she had not seen for over three years. As she lifted out a dark blue pullover and black trousers, she closed her eyes. Ron wore this the night he proposed, she thought.


"I knew from the moment I saw you, well not consciously knew, just felt all tingly when you sat with us that day on the train." His eyes were fixed on hers.

"Oh, shut up, Ron!" Hermione giggled.

"'Mione, I'm trying to be romantic here! Anyway. I didn't really work out how I felt about you 'til fourth year, when you went to the Yule Ball with Krum. I was so jealous, and, to be honest, I hated the way I felt. It wasn't until the rumour that started in seventh year. You remember the one, when Parvati said that you were in love with someone from out year. I hoped to Merlin that it was me. I made up my mind. I had to ask you. I picked the day before Graduation. When you told me that it was me, I couldn't believe it!"

"Oh, Ron…" she whispered. Ron rose from the table, and made his way over to her side. He took her hand and got down on one knee. Hermione gasped. People in the restaurant were looking at them.

"I never want to stop loving you. Will you do me the honour of becoming a Weasley? I know we don't have much, but we have love and family, and that's really strong in us, and even though we don't have much money –" Ron was silenced by lips pressing on his own quickly.

"Of course I'll marry you!"