"Get down on one knee, stupid."

"If you weren't crippled right now, I'd hex you so bad..." growled Draco, dropping onto one knee grudgingly.

"Even if I weren't, you'd be on the floor before you wave your wand," said the red head. "Now look at me as if you love me!"

"I don't know how Potter deals with you everyday," muttered Draco. He cast his eyes onto Ginny, trying to duplicate a look of love.

"That'll do," said Ginny. "I dare say it'll be more convincing when you actually propose."

"Of course it will, because it won't be to you."

"Funny."

"Okay." Draco cleared his throat, suddenly nervous. "I love you. I may not have always loved you-"

"Damn right," muttered Ginny.

"But I love you now. You make me laugh and you make me smile. You're damn smart, and you probably already know what I'm going to ask you-"

"Cute."

"You're beautiful without even trying. You worry about everything and you're just so effing Gryffindor. I know I'm not very good at communicating my feelings, but for you, I'd do anything."

Ginny sniffed, her eyes pooling. "Sorry, hormones."

"So, Hermione Jean Granger... Will you move in with me?"