Hermione landed in the Malfoy Manor, muttering, "No Drastoria, No Drastoria", over and over, steadily getting louder. By the time Narcissa was in her vision, she was to the point of yelling.

"Hello, Ms. Granger", Narcissa looked at her, "Are you looking for Draco?"

"Yes, yes, looking for Drasto- I mean Draco", she rushed passed her, and Narcissa called back to her, "He's in his room!" and settled down with the Prophet again, "She seems interesting"

Hermione continued to mutter. She barged into his room, "MERLIN, Hermione!"

"What about him?"

"Who?"

"What about Merlin?"

"He died and you barged into my room. Why?"

"Merlin died of severe Dragon Pox in the 1700s. I'm here because Drastoria can't happen"

"What the hell is Drastoria?"

"Circa an hour ago, A plethora of drasticness, or Draco and Astoria", to this, Draco face palmed.

"Seriously?", Hermione looked back with the most straight set face he'd ever seen.

"So are you with her?"

"Oh Merlin, Hermione, No frickin' way!"

"Am I Merlin or Hermione? Make up your mind"

Then, Draco Malfoy made up his mind. He got up, kissed Hermione softly on the mouth and said, "You're mine"