Week: One
Prompt: Hermione's Birthday Surprise Party
Word Count: 389
Rated: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Takes place September 29, 2009
I Hate You
Music and yelling in the next room.
"I…"
"Don't say something you're going to regret, Granger."
"Hate…"
Shaking head: "Now you've done it."
"You."
"You know, that hurts."
Screaming: "I don't bloody care, Draco! What were you thinking?"
"That it's your birthday, of course."
"So, what, you thought you'd mark my transition into the ancient by inviting all our friends over and throwing me a bloody surprise party?"
Pointedly: "Thirty is not ancient, love."
"It bloody well is!"
Sighs.
"And that's not the point, Draco! We have a rule: no parties."
"If I recall correctly, that's my rule."
Annoyed: "That rule applies to both of us!"
"You might want to keep your voice down, Granger, you'll disturb the happy partygoers."
Towards the door: "All those people out there… Merlin, Draco, why?"
"I already told you; it's your birthday."
"That doesn't mean it has to be celebrated!"
Angry: "It bloody well does!"
Silence.
Staring.
Glaring.
More silence.
"I still hate you."
Laughing: "You'll get over it."
"Pfft."
"I got you something."
Intrigued: "I thought we also agreed on a 'no presents' rule?"
Shrugging: "Some rules are made to be broken."
Grumpy: "Apparently."
"Open it."
"You're just trying to make it up to me for this ridiculous party."
"You mean 'this ridiculous party you're refusing to attend in order to scream at me for planning'."
Smirking: "Same difference."
"Open it, Granger."
Silence.
With a gasp: "Draco?"
"To 'mark your transition into the ancient', I thought I'd ask you the one question we've been dancing around for the last two years."
Staring.
On one knee: "I practiced this speech for twenty-five minutes in the bathroom mirror today and it never sounded right. Finally, I realized why: anything I say to you would only be cliché and we are not a cliché, Hermione."
Mouth agape.
"I love you. Merlin, it seems so simple and not nearly enough, but it's what's right. It's us. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you – as my wife."
Tears streaming.
"Please, Hermione, say you'll be my wife."
Whispered: "Yes."
Passionate kissing.
Silence broken in the next room: "SHE SAID YES!"
Cheers.
Appalled: "You told them?"
Sheepishly: "Well, the invitation did have a dual purpose: Birthday and Engagement Party."
Giggling: "I really hate you."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."