The Unorthodox Proposal of Draco Malfoy by MemoriesFade

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 7
Published: 10/03/2011
Last Updated: 10/03/2011
Status: Completed

Malfoys are raised to be different, to stand out from the crowd. Draco Malfoy soon learns that
this is one lesson that applies to every aspect of his life, whether he likes it or not.




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Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter Universe.

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He held the ring up to the light, watching as the sunlight streaming through the parlor window
glinted on the white gold band. It wasn't a normal engagement ring by any means. The black
pearl resting in its diamond nest was far from what one would consider an engagement gemstone, but
he couldn't resist picking it out for his soon-to-be-fiancee. She was different from other
women, the farthest thing from the norm that he could think of. Moreover, the ring was a statement
about his family, a statement that enforced the idea that Malfoys did not need to adhere to social
norms. Malfoys were born to be different—at least, that's what his father used to tell him.

The sound of footsteps disturbed his thoughts, and he placed the ring back into the jewelry box,
shoving it into his pocket right before a woman walked into the room. She didn't look up at
him, her eyes glued to the parchment in her hands, a thoughtful expression on her face. Her hair
was pulled back into a chignon, diamond studs in her ear and a simple necklace wrapped around her
neck. She was unlike the society women of the time, unwilling to wear gaudy jewelry and flashy
statement pieces. Instead, she preferred a simpler style, one that showed she was a cut above the
rest but held a certain class about her.

"Good morning, darling. I thought you would be at work," she murmured, not glancing up
at him.

"I had something I wanted to ask you," Draco said, fingers trailing across the back of
the sofa, which he knew was for style, not comfort. "It's rather important."

"Mhmm." Her eyes remained focused on the parchment, sliding it up to read further.
"That's lovely."

"It's life changing," he said, a smirk of amusement gracing his face.
"You'll be so happy to hear."

"Yes, that's terribly interesting," she replied distractedly.

"I'm going to become a dancer at that new club in Hogsmeade. I hear the tips are quite
good, and I can make a lucrative career out of it," he drawled, arms crossed. "Don't
you think that's a good idea?"

"Fantastic," she mumbled, eyebrows knitted.

"I may have to take my clothes off for a few loose women, perhaps some gentlemen too. I
hope you're alright with that," he continued. "I wouldn't want you to feel
uncomfortable."

Finally, she glanced at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "Uncomfortable? I
wouldn't be uncomfortable."

"That's wonderful, especially since I've already taken the position," he said,
watching her eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Shall we go out for a congratulations
lunch?"

"Position? Draco, what on earth are you talking about?" The parchment dangled from her
manicured fingertips as she shook her head in puzzlement. "I thought you were happy with your
career at the company."

"I've decided to pursue my desire to be a male dancer," he stated casually.
"You told me you approved."

She pursed her lips with distaste. "Funny, Draco. I'm certain that *girl* is the
one who is injecting this terrible humor into you."

"No, Mother. That girl is the one who prevented me from walking out the door the minute I
realized you weren't paying any attention to me," Draco said, eyes flashing with subdued
anger.

"You always did like attention as a little boy," Narcissa said, walking past him and
patting his chest. "Now what is it that you came here to speak to me about? I'm assuming
it isn't about your desire to be a dancer."

Draco sat down on the sofa while his mother poured herself a cup of tea, a small flash of
distaste crossing his face as he adjusted his position to find comfortable seating. Unfortunately,
he couldn't and settled for crossing his legs at the ankles and leaning back, eyeing his mother
with a tiny bit of trepidation on his face. He knew how his mother felt about his girlfriend of
four years. In her eyes, his girlfriend wasn't good enough for him. She wasn't a replica of
Narcissa and never would be, and Narcissa didn't appreciate that fact. However, Draco cared
very little for what his parents thought about his girlfriend. He would marry her, and he was
simply telling his mother as a courtesy and self-defense. He could only imagine how his mother
would react should she hear the news from someone else.

"Mother, I'm getting married." His mother's turquoise colored fine china fell
from her hand, and Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her dramatics.
"Tipsy!"

A house elf popped in the room. "Master called?"

"Clean that mess up," Draco ordered, waving his hand towards the tiny blue pieces
before turning to face his mother. "Mother, don't overreact. It's beneath
you."

"Beneath me? Draco, of course I'm going to overreact. My son is marrying a vile woman,
who will destroy the Malfoy family name that I have built from the ground—"

Draco arched an eyebrow. "You have built from the ground? Mother, correct me if I'm
wrong but I believe you're a Black, not a Malfoy."

"Forgive me. I wasn't the one parading around *openly* in Death Eater robes and
destroying my family name," Narcissa said coldly. "If I remember correctly, you and your
father certainly didn't have a problem with it, and he has spent the last seven years in
Azkaban suffering for it. So for all intents and purposes, I believe I'm the one who should be
in charge of the Malfoy name."

His jaw ticked, and he calmly replied, "Of course, Mother. You can take charge of the
family name."

"I'm glad we can agree on that," Narcissa said, pouring herself another cup of
tea.

"But you have no control over my life," Draco continued, ignoring his mother's
thanks. "If you think that you and Father raised me to follow orders, you're wrong. You
shouldn't have told me that Malfoy's could have anything they desired."

"Clearly your desires are subpar to those of the Malfoys and, to be perfectly honest, the
Blacks," Narcissa stated before taking a sip of her tea, eyeing Draco over the rim of her cup.
"Where did we go wrong with you?"

"Amusing as this conversation is, Mother, I'm going back to work." Draco stood
from the seat with a glance at his mother. "Regardless of what you may think about her mother,
she will be my wife. I am going to marry her."

Narcissa turned away from him with a small shake of her head. "She's no good for this
family, Draco. You know that as well as I do. What will your father say?"

"Father is in Azkaban, Mother. I think he cares more about his sanity than my
relationships," Draco said coolly. He grabbed some Floo powder from the mantle and tossed it
in the flames, yelling, "Ministry of Magic."

In seconds, he was whirling away, landing in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. The Malfoy
family business was ceased during investigations of his family, and it was deemed, by his mother,
that it was worth giving up. So he ended up with a job in the Department of Magical Games and
Sports, a job that he excelled at and, with a few well placed donations from his mother and a good
deal of nights and weekends spent at work, he was promoted to the Head of the Department in his
second year of work there.

"Malfoy!"

A female voice sounded in the Atrium, and he glanced back to see a woman, wisps of red hair
steadily falling from her loose chignon. She was precariously balancing three folders in her hand
and a cup in the other, a book tucked under her arm. She paused and rebalanced the folders before
continuing her trek, almost bumping into several people. He waited, slightly impatient, for her to
catch up with him before beginning to walk with her to the lift.

"Weasley, volunteering for a position as pack mule?" He smirked as she gave him a
brief glare.

"Funny, Malfoy," Ginny said, shoving the folders in his arms. "These are for
you."

"What are they?" he asked, opening them to quickly glance at them. "How did you
even get in touch with Mackey? Isn't he in some obscure island spending thousands of Ministry
galleons on a vacation?"

"He's in Bermuda on vacation with his family," Ginny corrected. "I spoke to
that girl that he's been chatting up, the clerk—"

"Samantha," he drawled. "She is quite impressive."

Ginny raised both eyebrows. "Is that so?"

"She has a very nice set of—" he paused when Ginny crossed her arms, book dangling
from her fingertips, reminding him of his mother "eyes. They're very nice."

"The ones attached to her breasts?" Ginny queried. The other's in the lift glanced
at her with a startled expression. She casually stared at them. "I said breasts, not tits.
Stop looking at me so scandalously."

"Ms. Weasley, I believe we've reached our floor." Draco grabbed her by the elbow
and steered her out of the lift, amusement all over his face. "Remind me to give you a
raise."

"I could surely use one, but I think the powers that be might have a problem with you
giving me a raise because I provide you with personal amusement." She took a small sip from
the cup in her hand and pointed to the folders in his hand. "As I was saying before you
decided to inform me of Samantha's well endowed assets, Samantha told me that he offered to pay
for her room on his family vacation."

"What a gentleman," Draco stated, stopping when she rested her things on her desk
outside his office. "How did you get Mackey to sign?"

"I listed off some interesting facts about the place, and by the time I was done, he would
have signed over his three children for me to leave him alone." Ginny smiled and removed a
quill from the cup on her desk, dipping it in ink. "Sign the bottom so that we can announce
the new locations for the World Cup qualifiers, and I can go home early today."

"Think again," Draco said, signing his name at the bottom of the letter. "I need
you to write a letter to Hamish MacFarlan and convince him to speak at the Quidditch Hall of Fame
induction ceremony in November. Then get in touch with the legal representative for the Falcons and
see if we can't find out what's happening with the lawsuit against the team for that
drunken debacle. We need to know whether or not to exclude them from ceremony introduction. I need
to see someone from the International Magical Office of Law in my office five minutes
ago."

"You could have told me this morning before lunch," Ginny interjected. "Oh, I
forgot. You like to exert your control. Carry on."

"Have the final bids for the World Cup final location on my desk in ten minutes,"
Draco said, closing the folder and handing it to her. "Get one of the lackeys to make twenty
copies of these and send them to the proper channels."

As he walked away, she sarcastically asked, "Is that all?"

"No," Draco said. "Bring my usual lunch into my office."

"Lunch? I thought you went out for lunch with Blaise today," she said.

He smirked and went into his office, saying, "I got caught up. I highly doubt my lunch is
any of your business."

Draco closed his office door and removed his robes, hanging it on the hook beside the door.
Immediately, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the ring box, idly turning it over and
thinking about how he would present it to his fiancee. He had been pondering the thought since he
first picked up the ring two weeks prior and hadn't come up with any ideas to suit her. She
liked romantic gestures, and he didn't think slipping it on her finger and demanding she marry
him count. He still held on to the belief that the only reason she liked romance was because it
irked him to be sentimental.

A knock on the door made him place the box back in his pocket and sit behind his desk, reaching
for the nearest document at hand before calling, "Come in."

Ginny entered the room and closed the door behind her. "Your lunch isn't any of my
business?"

"You're my assistant," Draco stated blankly.

"Then I quit," she shot back. "Now I'm your girlfriend. Your lunch isn't
any of my business?"

"Don't I get a kiss hello?" he asked with a smirk.

"No," Ginny replied with a withering stare. "I generally don't care what you
do for lunch, but when you say you're going to lunch and don't go, I get curious."

"I got sidetracked by my mother," Draco responding, gesturing her to come over.
"She wanted to talk to me about going to visit my father."

She slowly walked over to him and sat on the edge of the desk, crossing her arms. "You
could have said that to begin with."

"You're adorable when you're paranoid, angry *and* jealous." He turned in
his chair and pulled her onto his lap. "How about that kiss we were talking about."

She leaned in and placed her lips a mere inches from his. "We're at work."

"You quit. I'll hire you back in an hour," he murmured, pulling her in for a kiss.
He placed his lips on her own, one hand finding purchase on the thin blouse that she wore under her
outer robes, the other resting on her leg. When she pulled back, he raised an eyebrow.
"We're nowhere close to done."

She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Are you going to visit your father
again?"

He groaned. "Ginny?"

"What? If I only have an hour of girlfriend time, I want to know what happened during your
lunch hour before I feed you." She gave him a chaste kiss of the lips. "Everything else
can wait for tonight."

"Yes, I'm going to visit Father in the morning," Draco said, resting his arms
around her waist. "I haven't seen him in over a month, and he wrote me a letter last
week."

"That's what rushing into the office was about last week" Ginny said with an
understanding expression. "What did he say?"

"He spoke about the walks he takes in the yard," Draco said with a small shake of his
head. "The man is slowly going insane."

"Remind me to—"

A knock interrupted them, and Ginny hopped off his lap and moved around to the other side of the
desk, adjusting her skirt. She quickly grabbed a piece of parchment from Draco's desk, and he
looked on amusedly before calling for the person to enter.

"Am I interrupting a lunchtime affair?"

"Hi, Blaise," Ginny greeted, giving the dark-skinned man a kiss on the cheek. "I
hear you were Draco's cover to go to lunch today."

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "You asked her already? Well, what did she say? Should I start
planning—"

"No, I did not ask her yet," Draco said quickly, standing to his feet.

"Planning a what? And ask me what?" Ginny placed a hand on her hip. "I thought
you said you went to speak to your mother about visiting your father."

"I did," Draco said smoothly, eyeing Blaise with unhidden anger. "But Blaise had
something he wanted me to ask you."

"What would that be?" Ginny spun around and gazed at Blaise. "Do enlighten
me?"

"Yes, Blaise. Since you're here, you may as well ask her," Draco drawled with a
smirk on his face.

"I want to host a dinner party and hoped you would bring a female friend along,"
Blaise lied. "I needed to know if I should start planning the party."

"Blaise, none of my friends are interested in a man who won't remember their names in
the morning," Ginny said with a grin. "But I'll see if I can't round up one of
our interns for you. Word in the break room is that they're quite easy."

"I need a girl of substance, Ginny. Are you sure you don't want to end things with this
tosser and come join me?" Blaise waggled his eyebrows. "I promise to keep you satisfied
all day long and no hiding it from others."

"And don't forget all the girls that will be popping in to see if you remember
them," Draco said dryly. "She'll have to deal with that too."

"It doesn't sound so terrible," Ginny said thoughtfully. "Give me a bit of
time to think about it. I'll let you know my decision soon."

"Why don't I take you out to dinner tonight?" offered Blaise with a wink.

"I have to break up with my boyfriend first," Ginny stage whispered, pausing to glance
at Draco.

Draco glared at them. "If you two are done plotting adulterous relations, Weasley and I
have work to do."

"Weasley. Just like that I'm demoted back to his assistant," Ginny said forlornly
to Blaise. "I better get to work before he fires me."

"Don't forget to bring a friend to the dinner party on Sunday," Blaise said as she
walked out. He fixed his gaze on Draco with a rueful grin. "Thanks to you, I have a dinner
party to plan, although I am quite interested in the girl that your girlfriend will bring
along."

"Did the absence of a ring on her finger not signal the fact that I didn't ask her
yet?" Draco rubbed his temples, headache slowly forming.

"I thought she said no," Blaise said with a shrug, sitting in the seat in front of
Draco's desk with crossed legs. "It's not an entirely impossible assumption. You two
have had your fair share of . . . disagreements."

Draco smirked and leaned back in his chair. He thought of the last argument they had over
bringing pets into bed. He detested the habit, especially when it came to Ginny's kitten,
Drexel. He was a small little thing with claws that could gouge the flesh from any human being—or
the skin of fruit. Drexel had a penchant to jump on the kitchen counters, much to the
dissatisfaction of his house elf Minnie, and dig his claws into the various fruits on the counter
top, bananas. Their argument stemmed from Draco finding a fur ball on his pillow one night, and
their heated debate turned into a sparring match of hateful words—but then ended with a tumble in
the bed.

"Yes, we have our fair share of disagreements. You're right." His eyes twinkled as
he steepled his hands and stared at Blaise. "But we also know how to end our fights in an
extremely pleasurable way."

Blaise shook his head, though a grin of amusement was expressed on his face. "I thought we
were too mature to talk about our sex lives?"

"I don't think I mentioned anything about sex, Blaise," Draco said with mock
disbelief. "I wouldn't be so vulgar. My mother raised me better."

"And your father raised you to hide your vulgarity from those who would find it
offensive," Blaise quipped. As Draco moved to speak, Blaise cut him off by asking, "So
when are you going to ask the delectable Ms. Weasley for her hand in marriage?"

"When the time is right," Draco replied, removing the ring box from his pocket and
tossing it to Blaise. "I picked it up this morning."

Blaise opened the ring box and chuckled. "You're the only man I know that would choose
a black stone for an engagement ring."

"I get her diamonds, rubies and emeralds for every special occasion," Draco said,
taking back the ring box and staring at the ring inside. "And she doesn't wear most of
them."

"Ah, the lovely Ms. Weasley wounds egos everywhere," Blaise said with a dramatic sigh.
He stood up and gave Draco a mock bow. "I have places to be that are far more interesting than
here. But before I depart, might I add that you had better put that ring on Ginny's finger
before that bloke in the Auror's Department tries to swoop in and capture her. He has quite an
infatuation with her."

"What bloke?" Draco's face was deceptively calm as he stared at Blaise, waiting
for him to reveal a name.

"McLaggen. We went to school with him," Blaise supplied, a smirk on his face.
"Toodles."

Draco watched Blaise retreat from the room, anger and possessiveness in his eyes. Ginny would
accept his proposal, and the engagement ring would be a warning sign to any man who dared to flirt
with her that there was another man ready to come and kill them. But before he could propose, he
had to pay a visit to Cormac McLaggen, just a friendly visit.

********

"Are you going to tell me why you scheduled us to have a day off today so that we could
walk around the Malfoy property?" Ginny batted a piece of hair out of her face and eyed her
boyfriend with a bit of disgruntlement.

Draco ignored her and held onto her hand, dragging her further into the forest outside the
Manor. He had a plan in mind, a romantic spot to ask her the big question—that's what Pansy
kept calling it. She had suggested that he take Ginny to the place where his father proposed to his
mother, citing that this would be something truly romantic and sentimental. Draco balked at the
idea at first, but after going to see his father, Draco decided it would be perfect. What his
father had failed to tell him was that to get to the alcove he had proposed in, Draco would have to
trek through a jungle of plants—most of them magical. As they passed another Fanged Geranium, Draco
wondered, not for the first time, why he didn't have a house elf take them to the clearing.

But before he could call out for one of them, he saw a small alcove up, flowers littered across
the ground. He knew that this was the place his father spoke of because of the Puffapods rooted in
the ground. They were magically altered Puffapods that shot large seeds in the air, allowing them
to rain down and pop into flowers. He watched as this happened and couldn't help but to think
that the effect was beautiful, just like his father said—not in those specific words.

"Draco, this is amazing." Ginny stepped into the alcove and smiled as seeds floated
down on the outside of the clearing. She picked up one of the flowers that appeared and placed it
in her hair when a small table and two chairs appeared in the center of the clearing, food being
spread out. "This is lovely, Draco. It's definitely worth my ruined shoes."

Draco pulled out a chair for her and gestured for her to sit. "I'm not so sure it was
worth your complaining the entire way here."

"Well, if you had told me where we were going, I would have been more pleasant," Ginny
said, lightly slapping his arm.

"That would ruin the surprise," Draco deadpanned, sitting down across from her.

They ate their lunch, exchanging conversation about work and the latest Canons Quidditch match.
He teased her about her team choice, and she threatened to let him sleep on the couch for the
night. But they both knew it wouldn't happen because Ginny hated sleeping alone. She suffered
from nightmares and was less prone to them when Draco was in the room. He throughly exploited that
fact, and she knew he would if she ever tried to kick him out of the room—*his* room in
*his* flat.

"Draco, is there another reason why we're here?" Ginny stared at him with hopeful
eyes, and he wondered if she knew the exact purpose of him bringing her here.

"Does there have to be another reason?" asked Draco with a raised eyebrow.

"No, of course not," Ginny said, her eyes downcast. "I—this is beautiful and
amazing. I'm glad you brought me here."

A beat of silence passed, her face forlorn as she stared around the tiny alcove. "You know,
my father proposed to my mother here."

"Is that so?" She turned to face him, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Yes, he got down on one knee and asked for her hand in marriage in that spot right over
there." Draco stood and held out his hand for her, leading her over to the spot by a large
tree with flowers blooming on its leaves. He smiled, out of character for him, when he recalled the
story his father told him. "She didn't say yes immediately, and my father started to get
nervous. She kept asking him questions and pacing the floor. Father eventually went and stood by
that spot, waiting for her to calm down."

"Where?"

He pointed to a nearby flowering bush, and when she turned around, pulled the ring out of his
pocket. But when he went to get down on one knee, a close by Fanged Geranium extended it's neck
and snatched the ring from his outstretched finger. Quickly, he pulled his hand away as the plant
snatched after him. When it couldn't reach, it slowly reached for Ginny, causing Draco to grab
her hand and yank on it. It happened in slow motion: she fell back onto him, and he lost his
balance, the two of them toppling to the floor, his head banging onto the back of a rock.

"Draco, what in Merlin's name—" Draco heard her stop and saw her look at him, a
surprised expression on her face. "Draco? Oh Merlin!"

He couldn't understand what she was on about before he realized that he was bleeding from a
wound in the back of his head. His vision started to turn black and all he could think about was
that if he died, he would haunt Pansy since this was her idea to begin with. The last thing he saw
before he blacked out was Ginny hovering over him as a house elf appeared.

********

Draco stormed into his bedroom and tossed the ring onto his dresser. After he had woken up in
St. Mungo's and been discharged, he insisted that he had to visit his mother to tell her he was
alright and sent Ginny home, much to her disappointment. Instead of visiting his mother, he went
back to the alcove with a house elf and killed the Fanged Geranium, effectively extracting the
ring, covered in green goo, from the vines of the plant. A day later, he invited Ginny to a
romantic dinner at a restaurant in a secluded, private room.

The date was going swimmingly. Ginny regaled him with tales of her brother's wedding
planning, including a horrendous bridesmaid dress that Ginny had no interest in wearing, and he
listened, throwing in an occasional barb or two about Percy's need to have flowcharts for every
aspect of his life. Draco was a little surprised that he didn't have a flowchart for the
wedding. It would have been right up his alley.

In any case, Percy's wedding news aside, Draco waited for the right moment, making sure
there was proper mood lighting and a small string orchestra in the background, which Ginny was
impressed with, much to his amusement. After all, orchestras were extremely common for Malfoy
dinner parties or special occasions. However, he acted appreciative, knowing it would score him
some bonus points.

Just as the orchestra began to play the right song, the waiter came out with the ring placed
inside a truffle with two glasses of champagne. Ginny was confused as to why she was the only one
eating, but Draco simply told her that he wasn't in the mood for sweets. As she bit into the
truffle, Draco waited with great anticipation, completely perplexed when she simply polished off
the truffle. His first reaction was that she ate the ring, but that was quickly proven wrong when
she didn't start choking. His second reaction was that he would kill the people in the kitchen
for messing up his order. He had excused himself from the table, expressing his desire to thank the
kitchen staff, much to Ginny's surprise, and went in to have a word with the staff. The ring
turned up in someone else's truffle, and it would have been comical, the woman's reaction
to the ring, one of great shock and happiness followed by disappointment and rage at her boyfriend,
had it not completely ruined his night.

He sank down onto his bed, running a hand through his hair. His two plans had been botched so
far, and he was beginning to think that he had lost all ability for romantic actions. Throughout
his relationship with Ginny, he was the suave, endearing Draco Malfoy. He went on private vacations
with her, keeping out of the public eye. He bought her flowers, jewelry, chocolates—anything that
she asked for. She only had to express her fondness for something for him to get it for her,
something she didn't seem to appreciate all the time. She said he spoiled her rotten, but he
thought that was the point. It pleased her, and she pleased him, in every way she possibly could.
He smirked at that thought.

With a sigh, he began to unbutton his shirt, mentally running through his wardrobe to find out
what he would wear. Tonight was Blaise's dinner party, and he was attending it with Ginny and
whatever friend she desired to bring along. He would soon find out since she was scheduled to
arrive at any minute. He balled his shirt up and tossed it on the floor, paying no attention as it
swiftly disappeared. The house elves were adept at cleaning, and he appreciated it. He didn't
like mess.

Just as he began flitting through his shirts, he heard Ginny calling for him and poked his head
out of the closet. Her mouth formed a small 'o' as she saw him there, almost as if she
wasn't expecting him to be home. Seeing a piece of parchment clutched in her hand and a worried
expression on her face, he sauntered out of the closet, giving her a questioning gaze.

"Is everything alright?" He raised an eyebrow as she fiddled with the parchment in her
hand, biting down on her lip. "You look like a twelve year old."

"I—I didn't think you would be home yet," she murmured quietly, looking down at
the floor. When she looked back at him, tears shone in her eyes. "Draco, I—"

"Ginny," Draco said, crossing the room and holding her face in his hands. "What
happened?"

"I love you," she said, pressing a hand to his cheek. "But in a month, we'll
have been dating for five years, Draco. As much as I love you, I need someone who will be able to
make that big commitment to me. Blaise said something in the office the other day, and I
couldn't help but to think about it."

"Think about what?" Draco's face became blank when he realized what was
happening.

"We rarely go out together in public," Ginny said exasperatedly. "My parents ask
me if I made up our relationship because you're always named as Bachelor of the Year in every
major publication."

"I told them I was dating," Draco stated coolly. "It's not my fault they
don't believe me."

"Well, I can't take it anymore, Draco. You don't want me to quit because you need
me at work, but you also want to keep me your secret lover. It's not where I pictured my life
going," Ginny said, anger flashing in her eyes. "And all that stuff—"

"Stuff? You'll have to be more specific," Draco cut in scathingly. "Or has
your intelligence fled in the sight of this stupid decision?"

"Stupid decision?" Ginny crossed her arms. "At the moment, I think it's the
best decision I've ever made, certainly better than ever giving you a chance."

"Perhaps you should be careful what you say," Draco warned, his jaw ticking. "I
wouldn't want to say anything that you may regret."

"You know, I was such an idiot," she said, turning away from him. "For a minute,
I thought you were actually going to propose to me. You took me to the place that your parents got
engaged, and then that romantic dinner the other night. It was all so beautiful. I thought—it
doesn't matter what I thought anymore. Obviously, from your attitude, I can't expect
anything more to come from our relationship."

"You're—"

"Don't even bother to send me the things that I have here," she said with a shake
of her head. She walked away, eyes filled with tears. When she reached the door, she stopped and
whispered, "Bye, Draco. It's been fun."

In an instant, she was gone. The argument happened so fast and blindsided him. His first
reaction was to be defensive, to throw up all those walls that were ingrained in him. He was a
creature of habit. When he felt attacked, he would attack back and be more hurtful. It was just the
way he was raised by his parents—always expect the worst and counteract with speed and pain. But he
didn't think they would apply that particular lesson to this situation. Well, maybe his mother
would.

Part of him told him to go after Ginny, the other part disagreed. He wondered if she was right.
He tried proposing to her twice, and so far, both attempts had failed. Perhaps it was a sign that
they weren't meant to be after all. Maybe some higher being, not that he particularly believed
in them, was warning him away and telling him that he wasn't ready for such a big commitment,
to be permanently joined to one woman.

Draco let out an angry growl and called for a house elf, ordering it to bring him a bottle of
Firewhisky. He uncorked the bottle and took a large swig, the warm liquid running down his throat.
He felt it burn as it passed through his system, tasted the awful, bitter residue left behind in
his mouth, the same after taste he got from the argument. Draco was angry and confused, two
emotions that didn't sit well with him.

With a resigned sigh, he plopped down on the bed ungracefully and tilted his head back, pressing
the bottle to his lips. Ginny left him, and he would drink himself into an unfeeling stupor.

*******

"Draco?"

"I think he's dead."

"No, his hand twitched."

"Bodies twitch after they're dead."

"What? That's cra—"

"Shut up," Draco growled, cutting the person off. His head was pounding, and the
sunlight beat down his face, the light shining on his closed eyelids. He knew that if he opened his
eyes, his head would explode. "And close the drapes."

"I'm not your bloody house elf," a distinctly feminine voice intoned.

"There," said a male.

Draco cracked one eye open, blearily looking at the occupants of the room. "What are you
two doing here?"

"You and Ginny and didn't show up to my dinner party last night," Blaise said with
a pout. "I was both disappointed and worried. Ginny would have sent word to me if something
happened."

"Judging by the engagement ring in the fireplace, I would say something happened,"
Pansy said, flipping her black hair over her shoulder. Calculating blue eyes stared down at Draco,
who was sprawled on the floor shirtless, as she asked, "What happened?"

"Clearly she came to her senses and said no," Blaise said dryly.

"She broke up with me," he intoned without feeling. Beside, these were his best
friends, two of the only people he could trust. "She said I wasn't committed."

Draco chuckled at the absurdity and turned his head to the side, eyes on the ring he had thrown
in the fireplace the night before. He was committed, so much so that he bought her a ring. Of all
the things she could have ended the relationship for, she chose commitment. Someone was playing a
cruel joke on him and having a laugh at his expense.

"Get up," Pansy ordered sternly, nudging him with the tip of her stilettos. "You
are going to find her and propose."

"I tried, Pans," Draco exclaimed, slowly getting up from the floor. "There's
nothing I can do. She's gone. She said she loved me, we fought and she left. The only girl that
ever managed to make me fall in love with her walked through the door, and I'm not going to
chase her. I'm a Malfoy."

"Malfoys get what they want."

Draco turned to the door at the sound of the newest voice in the room, surprised to see his
mother standing in the door. Pansy and Blaise excused themselves and left him in the room with his
perfectly coiffed mother. He suddenly felt conscious of his current state, hair standing at an odd
angle and trousers slung low around his waist. The room didn't look any better. Ashes were
littered by the fireplace, and sheets were haphazardly strewn about the floor as if he had pulled
them off the bed in the middle of the night.

"Mother," Draco greeted calmly.

"Well, it seems that things aren't going so well for you," Narcissa said, eyes
sweeping across the room. "I'm assuming that you didn't get to propose."

"Why would you say that?" asked Draco curiously.

Narcissa moved to the fireplace and bent down to retrieve the ring. She blew the ashes from it
and turned it over in her fingers. Draco waited for her to do something characteristic of her
feelings towards Ginny. He didn't know what he expected. Perhaps she would pocket the ring,
call him foolish and walk out. Maybe she would simply toss it away and tell him to come to his
senses. He didn't know. All he knew was that the minutes ticked away slowly with her staring at
the ring intently.

"I spoke to your father," Narcissa said slowly as if she were still processing the
information. "He told me you came to see him and asked him about our proposal."

"I did," Draco said, feeling the need to fill in the gap.

"It reminded me that we were young and foolish once. Do you know that your father
wasn't my first choice in suitors?" Narcissa smiled and faced Draco. "I thought he
was unrefined and scattered. At the time, he was beginning to go mad with this need for power, and
I wanted someone who already had power."

"Why did you say yes?" asked Draco, sitting down on the unmade bed.

"I loved him. He was everything that I didn't want, but I knew I wanted him."
Narcissa walked over to Draco and grabbed his hand, placing the ring in it. "She's not
Malfoy material. We both know it. But you want her, and you will get her."

"She left, Mother. You got what you wanted." Draco closed his hand around the ring,
feeling it press into his skin. "I will find some other suitable woman, one you approve of
since you seem to know better."

"Draco Lucius Malfoy," Narcissa called, making him raise his head to meet her gaze,
"get up, take a shower and find that girl. Do not come back to me until you have that ring on
her finger."

Narcissa gave him a kiss on the cheek and moved to leave. He called out for her. "Why such
a sudden change, Mother?"

"Lucius said I might lose my son, and I couldn't bear the thought," Narcissa said
simply.

"But you won't lose me now," Draco said in confusion. "If I don't marry
her, you'll have everything the way you want."

"You'll never be happy if you let her get away, Draco. You don't have to admit it.
I'll do it for you," Narcissa said with a small smile. "She's been wreaking havoc
in your life since she was first hired to be your assistant. Don't make this one bump in the
road completely destroy the path you've been going down, Draco. You'll regret it until the
day you grow old and die.

With those parting words, Narcissa walked out, leaving a pensive Draco.

********

Draco straightened his back and knocked on the dilapidated door of the Burrow with his free
hand, the other holding up a bouquet of roses. He hadn't stepped foot in this place for months.
In fact, he avoided it like the plague. It was never a good idea to go anywhere that Weasleys
gathered. Other from her parents, who barely tolerated him, no one in the family cared for his
relationship with Ginny. If they could, the would have persuaded her away from him the minute she
told them about the relationship. But by that time, they had been too far in their romance, three
months of secret trysts to be exact.

The door opened and a balding man appeared. "Ahh, Mr. Malfoy. What can I do for
you?"

"I'm looking for Ginny," Draco said. He quickly added, "Sir."

Arthur smiled. "I thought you might be. She's been quite popular today."

Draco didn't bother to ponder the statement too long, stepping inside the house that he
often thought of as the Muggle idea of hell. Arthur directed him into the kitchen where he saw
Ginny sitting at the table, a smile on her face. In front of her was a man that he had become all
too familiar with over the past week, Cormac McLaggen. He had warned the man off Ginny, but it
seemed that he was stubborn.

"Draco?" Ginny looked up at him, shock on her face. "What are you doing
here?"

"What am I doing here?" Draco dropped his arm, roses forgotten. He gestured to Cormac
and asked, "What is *he* doing here?"

"Is there something I don't know about?" Cormac stood up with a confused
expression, hand reaching up to his curly blond hair. "First, Malfoy threatens me away from
you, and now he shows up at your house? That's odd for a boss."

"He's not my—I mean I quit," Ginny said, eyeing Draco with the same confusion
Cormac expressed. "There is nothing between us but that of a boss and former
employee."

"I never got your resignation," Draco stated, his focus on Cormac. "And I would
still like to know what he's doing here."

"Wait," Ginny said, holding her hand up. She pointed at Draco while staring at Cormac,
a sudden rush of anger in her eyes. "He warned you away from me?"

"He told me that you were seeing someone who wouldn't appreciate my advances,"
Cormac said while Draco glared at him. "But I asked around and everyone said you were
single."

"I am," Ginny stated defiantly.

"You are not single," Draco drawled. He tossed the roses down on the table and shoved
his hand in his pocket. "I'm tired of this game."

"Have you gone mad?" Ginny crossed her arms perplexedly. "What in the world are
you talking about? What game?"

"This—this idiotic ordeal of proposing to you," Draco seethed. He pulled a the ring
out of his finger, crossed the room and grabbed Ginny's hand. Picking the right finger, he
slipped the band around it and stared at her with anger, relief and trepidation in his face.
"You're going to marry me."

"I will—"

"Yes, you will," Draco drawled.

He pulled her into him and leaned down, gently placing his lips on her own. When she didn't
pull away, he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around her as she wrapped her own around
his neck. A triumphant thrill ran through his body when he felt her hand pressed against his skin,
the cool band of the ring brushing against his neck. To him, at that moment, there was no better
feeling in the world.

Hesitantly, he ended the kiss, poising his lips millimeters from her own. "Yes?"

"You already assumed—"

"Ginny, will you marry me?" he asked, resting his forehead against his own. "I
should rephrase that since you are going to marry me. But are you willing to marry me of your own
free will?"

She grinned. "Yes, Draco. I will marry you . . . of my own free will."

"I love you," he murmured quietly. Behind him, he heard Arthur tell Cormac that it was
time to leave. "I hope I didn't ruin your evening."

"You only made it better," Ginny said softly, extending her hand over his shoulder so
that she could see the ring. "It's beautiful."

"And unique, just like you," Draco said, placing a kiss on her nose.

"Love you," Ginny mumbled.

Just then, the fireplace lit up with green flames, and Molly Weasley stepped out, a perplexed
expression on her face. "What in Merlin's name?"

"Congratulations, sweetheart. We're planning a wedding," Arthur said from behind
the couple. "Now why don't we leave them to sort things out?"

"Arthur, you can't be—"

"Come on, dearest," Arthur cajoled.

Ginny chuckled. "You truly do things in a different way than others."

"I'm a Malfoy."

He kissed her again, happy to finally be rid of the ring.

********

This fic was written for the DG Forum Fic Exchange on FFN.

**Boogum's Prompt (#1)**

**Basic premise:** Draco wants to ask Ginny to marry him, but every time he tries to do so,
something goes wrong and it never happens. Ginny starts to believe they are "Not Meant to
Be", and decides to break up with him. Draco determines to win her back at all costs and get
that ring on her finger.

**Must haves:** Post-Hogwarts. Humor. A romantic Ginny (but not too wishy-washy or sappy,
please). Some kind of animal or plant (you choose) eats the ring one of the times Draco goes to
propose to Ginny. Draco's PoV or feature both Draco and Ginny, but I don't want this to be
a Ginny-centered fic.

**No-no's:** No smut, no excessive angst, drama or fluff. No coarse language (or at least
keep it to a bare minumum. Just think Disney :P). More importantly, please do *NOT* give me
over-sentimental Draco. I don't want him to be cheesily romantic, even though he is trying to
do romantic things for Ginny. Really, I just don't want OOC characters. So Draco should still
have a snarky, arrogant streak, and Ginny should still be, well, Ginny.

**Rating range:** K-T

**Bonus points:** If you include Narcissa and/or Lucius in a humorous way — which doesn't
mean they necessarily have to *desire* the marriage between Draco and Ginny.



