A/N: Finally, this chapter is done and I've put it up here. Enjoy!

Chapter Five… "I vow…"

"Draco, I'm going shopping for the party. Do you know anything else we might need other than what I've got here?"

"Err, yeah. Here's a list of really important supplies."

"Really important? Draco, what are hair gel and shaving cream doing on the list of party supplies? Are you planning on being the live entertainment or something?"

"We can't have a party if my hair looks like a disaster and I've got stubble like Potter. I think I'd rather just jump into the Thames River in December."

"I don't know why I was ever attracted to you. I mean, honestly. A little stubble never hurt anyone."

"That's what you'd think. Last time I hadn't shaved and grown stubble was when I had lain in bed for three days because I thought you had rejected that first note I wrote to you."

"Well, it's really not my fault that you actually were so blind…and deaf and probably dumb as well so that you didn't realize that sending Pansy Parkinson to deliver the letter was a horrid idea."

"What was wrong with that? She offered and I thought it was just a nice thing."

"She offered? And you're saying you had no idea that she was so madly in love with you that she would actually enchant the letter to appear to Gryffindors as, like they say in the United States, hate mail."

"Well, of course I knew. Let's face it. There weren't many girls who didn't want me. It was inevitable—"

"You are so full of yourself!"

"— I just thought that she was doing it to help me out. As if it would have actually changed my mind about you."

"You actually believed that she was supposedly delivering the letter out of the kindness of her heart? Are you that naïve or are you just acting that way?"

"Ah well. Glad that's over with."

"Yeah, I suppose. Anyway, I'm going to go to the store. Maybe, if I'm feeling generous, I may get some of your supplies."

"Maybe?"

XXX

"Hermione, who are all of these people?!"

"Draco, these are my coworkers and Harry and Ginny are here. Oh, and I believe the rest of the Weasley clan has arrived. Just be nice. If I lose my job because you decide to have a fit, I'll never speak to you again."

"Oh Merlin. What a threat…Oh. Okay. Err, Hermione, love, there's really no need to look at me like that. I'll be nice."

"You better or I'll hide your razor and make sure you can't— Hello Minister. How are you today? Good! That's lovely! Yes, enjoy the party!"

"Hermione, you are such a suck-up."

"Excuse me? A suck-up? What is that? Is it one of your perverted attempts at getting a laugh? Like the time when you told my mother that she needed to use protection and then claimed you were talking about oven mitts!"

"No! I really was talking about oven mitts! It's not my fault your mind's in the gutter. Well, actually, maybe it is but regardless! And I heard the term suck-up on that American television programme I love so much."

"What does it mean?"

"I believe it means that you are overly polite and you try extremely hard to get on the Minister's good side by way of flattery and the like. So much so, that you look ridiculous doing it."

"I do not!"

"Actually, you do. It's to be expected I suppose. You really can't do much about it. So, let's forget about it!"

"The only thing you can forget about tonight is sleeping within a ten-foot radius of our bedroom."

"Are you serious? Hermione, come on! You can't honestly be angry with me!"

"You just called me a suck-up! I can and I will!"

"Hermione, I'm sorry! Really, I don't always think before I say something. And it usually comes out wrong!"

"Well, there's something you may actually be right about."

"Hermione…come here. Please. Hermione…"

"Draco, just stay away from me until this party ends. And then maybe we'll talk."

"Stay away from you? Are you trying to torture me?"

XXX

"Damn, the flat looks like a disaster."

"Here, I've got it. There, all done. Will you look at me, please, Hermione?"

"You, know, Draco. I'd really love it sometimes if you'd actually just not insult me and then apologize. Do you really think so little of me?"

"No, that's not it! Hermione, I wasn't thinking before! I don't like to hurt you! Ever! I love you too much!"

"But that's how it always is, isn't it? You call me out on a fault and then tell me you love me and everything is supposed to go back to normal?"

"How can I prove that I'm really sorry?!"

"I don't know if you can! I don't want just another apology. I'm just going to go to bed. Don't bother following…"

"I vow to love you, Hermione Jean Granger, for all of eternity. Through whatever may come our way, I promise to shield and protect you from pain and suffering. In the good and the bad, my love for you will stand true and never falter. Every day and night, in sickness and in health, even in hard times, and regardless of what I may say, I will always be there for you."

"What? Oh my Lord, you remembered? I can't believe it…those were the most beautiful words I'd ever heard. They still are, really. Oh…you meant them, didn't you?"

"Of course! I've remembered them this long, haven't I? I really, truly, with everything I have, love you."

"Oh, Draco! I forgive you. I do. I love you too. Come to bed?"

A/N: Hey there! I hope you liked this chapter. It was probably the hardest to write so far. Actually, the more I write, the harder it's becoming to come up with something new and only partially cliché. So, I think that at least for now, this story is finished. Maybe, in the future, I may have an urge to continue this story but not right now. Especially with school starting and everything, I don't have much time so I'll probably come back next summer and have a ton of new ideas and we'll see what happens then. Thanks for reading! And sticking with the story! Review?

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