One morning, Hermione was sitting in the kitchen of her flat in muggle London. She sipped at her coffee while she casually flipped through the Daily Prophet. There was an article about her relationship with Draco Malfoy. She sighed, as she thought about her boyfriend. He was perfect for her, and she was perfect for him. They fit together like to pieces of a puzzle. A sharp rap on the window shook Hermione out of her day-dream. She let the majestic grey owl in, and untied it's burden. She unrolled the letter, and a magnificent diamond and emerald ring fell out of the parchment. She admired the ring for a moment, and read the letter.
Dearest Hermione,
I love you with every fibre of my being. I firmly believe that you are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don't care what anyone says. Would you do me the extraordinary pleasure of being my wife?
Love, Draco Malfoy
Hermione couldn't breath. She felt an overwhelming joy. Very quickly, and with shaking hands, she jotted a quick response of "Yes!" and sent it to him. They were going to be married.
Well, thank you so much to everyone who read this fanfic! Sugar cubes for everyone![_] [_] [_]
~P&D
