A/N I just wanted to say thanks to all the people reviewing and adding me to favorites. It does mean so much to me. I am updating quite alot at the moment due to no job anymore (I resigned not sacked ;)) hence me spending like 10 hours on each chapter. I'm very fussy so I change stuff a lot, leave it then come back and change some more until I'm satisfied. I'm thinking of doing a prequel to this one next, when they're still at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Although I wish I owned Draco Malfoy :))

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Silence fell over them, Hermione stared at Draco with a look of pure shock on her face.

"Marry - you?" She stuttered, it was funny this was the first time he had heard her stutter. He would laugh if he wasn't feeling so damn embarrassed, kneeling on one knee like a total moron. Why did he have to ask her? Of course she'd say no, wasn't she with Weaselbee? God, He never actually asked her if she had a boyfriend. This was awkward, and they had only properly known each other for a few weeks.

"Um - You know it doesn - doesn't matter" he said, hastily stowing the box back into his pocket. He stood up and brushed the sand off his knee avoiding Hermione's eye contact. He wanted to slap himself, Hermione wouldn't date him! Ah, what a loser he was.

"Do you want to head back?" She said, avoiding his eye contact like he was avoiding hers. She had flushed again, the same deep crimson. Was he that bad he thought to himself? Of course he was, he was a Malfoy after all. He called her, Potter and Weaselbee names for the past seven years. He wanted nothing more than to Apparate as far away as possible.

He noticed Hermione had started walking back towards the hotel slowly and he hurried to catch her up.

"I'm sorry" He muttered, keeping his eyes fixed on the sand before him. It looked almost luminous now that the Sun had gone down, the moonlight was reflecting off of it making it look slightly like snow. It made him remember a Christmas back at Hogwarts when him Crabbe and Goyle had a snowball fight. It was the first time he had properly noticed Hermione.

Flashback

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were down by the great lake. Heavy snow had fallen last night which caused havoc for the professors trying to patrol the grounds. Draco had grabbed a large clump of snow in his gloved hand, he took aim and fired, resulting in it hitting Goyle right in the back of the head.

Goyle had spun round, grunted and tried to throw a snowball back, which missed and hit Professor Snape in the face. Snape wasn't amused, at all. He stalked towards Goyle and was about to give him a detention when Draco picked up another snowball and chucked it at the Professors head. It hit the target, melting and making Snape's hair look, if possible, even more greasier.

Before he could do anything, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle legged into the Great Hall. Inside he saw Potty, Weasel and the Granger girl sat at one end of the table, their heads were bowed and it looked like they were whispering frantically.

Granger was wearing a woolly jumper, as was Ron and Harry. Draco didn't know why but he couldn't take his eyes of her. He knew he was meant to hate her, but he didn't. She looked up and him and scowled, which he returned.

"What are you looking at Draco?" Pansy said, sitting close to him and laying her hand upon his leg. He looked at her and shook his leg, irritated. He couldn't stand Parkinson, she was shallow and manipulative. Even more so then he was.

He looked back at Hermione, but she didn't look up again, and for once in his life he wished he wasn't a Slytherin, and for once he really did envy Potter and Weasel.

End Flashback

Tears slowly ran down Draco's face, he tried to brush them away without Hermione noticing but it was too late. She took a tissue out of her pocket and gently wiped his eyes. He missed Hogwarts, he missed how easy life was back then. He even missed Crabbe and Goyle. He visited Crabbe's grave every now and then, but Goyle, he never saw anymore. He wanted no more to do with Draco after he turned against Voldemort.

Draco flinched at the memory;

Flashback

Draco and Goyle were sat in the Slytherin common room. It was a few hours since Crabbe fell into the fire, and they were both in shock. Draco felt like a part of him was missing, he had known Crabbe since they were younger. Hell, even before Hogwarts. They used to go over each others house and ride their broomsticks, and now he was gone. Draco sniffed, determined not to cry in front of Goyle.

Goyle stood up and walked over to Draco "It's your fault he's dead" He grunted, pulling out his wand.

"Wha - What do you mean, Goyle?" Draco replied, eyeing the wand nervously. Goyle could do the Crucio curse well and Draco knew that.

"You should of let Potter be killed! But you didn't. I've seen the way you look at that Mudblood as well. Like her do you? She's all your fit for these days, you traitor. Whose side are you really on?" He growled angrily. Draco was in shock, Goyle never spoke like this before, he had been the quiet one. He also never doubted Draco, until now.

"I'm on yours!" Draco yelled, "What's wrong with you. Look, we're both sad about Crabbe but we shouldn't be tearing each other apart" He withdrew his own wand, staring into Goyles dark eyes.

"I think you're a traitor, just like you're scummy parents" and without warning he yelled "CRUCIO!"

Draco fell to the floor, twitching violently. Pain seared through every vein in his body, it felt as though everything was on fire. He had felt the Crucio curse before from Voldemort, but this, this was worse. There was so much anger in Goyle that it streamed through his wand and seemed to intensify the curse.

"STOP, STOP, PLEASE!" He screamed, his whole body shuddering now as though he was having 500,000 volts running through him.

Goyle carried on for a few seconds more then stopped. He stood over Draco and watched him with a look of pure hatred on his face. He bent over and studied Draco, then spat in his face. "Go run along to daddy" he sneered, and then he turned and left the common room. That was the last Draco saw of him.

End Flashback

"Draco?"

Draco shook his head, he had stopped walking and obviously had a look on his face that was scaring Hermione. He blinked trying to get rid of the images running through his mind; Goyle looking at him with a look of pure hatred. Crabbe falling into the fire.

He shook his head again and slowly the images dissolved back into the depths of his mind. Hermione walked up to him "What's the matter?" She whispered, scared.

"Nothing, I'm - I'm fine" He lied, attempting to smile but failing. He was trying to run from his past but it always, always had a way of finding him.

"Oh um well, I just wanted to tell you, My answers Yes" she said, watching him carefully.

"Sorry?" Draco looked at Hermione confused. It took him a second and then it all clicked back into place. He had proposed tonight! Of course. Wait, what.. Rewind. He looked her in the eyes and they looked as though they were smiling back him.

"You - you said yes?" he said slowly, as though unable to believe his ears.

Hermione smiled, a proper smile. "Yes" she said. Draco smiled back, he took the box back out of his pocket and opened it carefully. He removed the ring and placed it gently onto Hermione's finger. "Did you notice" He began, "That it has Gryffindors and Slytherins colours on it?"

Hermione looked at the ring and the red and green crystals seemed to twinkle back at her. "Yes" she replied, "Sometimes things are meant to be together" Suddenly she had a look of pure dead on her face. Draco spun round to see who was there, but no one was. He turned back and looked at Hermione curiously

"What is it?" he said, wondering what had made her look so horrified.

"I don't want to tell Ron, he's going to be awful!"

Draco laughed, "Ouch thanks" he said, pulling Hermione close and kissing her softly on the lips. "Leave weasel bee to me" he murmured.

They walked back towards the hotel, laughing and joking. Draco still saw the images faintly, but tonight was a night to celebrate not worry about the past. They reached the hotel lobby and ordered two butterbeers. Hermione decided to get the news out the way as quick as possible. She had hired an owl from the hotel to send a letter to Harry, Ron and Ginny. Draco had told her to wait until they were back in Britain but she was too excited. Sitting at a table she pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag.

"I don't know how to say it" She said, sipping her butterbeer.

"Give it here" Draco said, pulling the parchment and quill towards him. The night was silent for a moment apart from the quill making small scratching noises. After a while he gave it back to her. She looked down and read:

Dear Potty, Weasley and Weaselbee,

Just wanted to let you know, I have proposed to Hermione and she practically jumped through the roof and said yes (hard luck Weaselbee).

That is all,

Draco Malfoy

Hermione giggled. "You can't send that! Ron will never talk to me" She squealed.

"Is that a bad thing?" Draco replied, smirking, resulting in Hermione thumping him. "Ow!" He cried, rubbing his arm.

She took the quill and crossed out Draco's writing making improvements here and there. Finally she was satisfied,

Dear Harry, Ron and Ginny,

You'll never guess what? Draco asked me to marry him! Eeeee!

And I said Yes! Isn't that great news?

Ginny, we are going to have to sort out a date for a Hen do, and the same for the Stag do.

I am so excited!

Love, Hermione

P.s I miss you all so much.

That's where I leave it for now, the next few chapters will be amusing ;) I think Im going to do the Hen and Stag do next and then move onto the next location :) Some other familiar faces will be returning in the next chapter ;) and it's one not to be missed. Thanks for reading, I do hope you enjoyed it.