You proposed to who exactly?

You proposed to who exactly?


Draco Malfoy sat alone in the kitchens of Malfoy manor, holding a packet of frozen peas on his rapidly swelling cheek and scowling at the shiny marble floor. She’d hit him. Not only had she hit him, but she’d kicked him, screamed at him and thrown a very expensive vase, which had missed him by only an inch, which his mother had given him, which had been in the family for generations at him and then had stormed off in a rage and hadn’t come back.

Draco Malfoy was pissed!

He’d been trying to apologise for goodness sake! He’d even brought her flowers, and chocolates and she’s simply thrown it back in his face. Well he wasn’t taking that, even from her.

Ok so he had proposed to Pansy Parkinson and not told her about it, but it had all been one big mistake, honestly!

She’d been hinting for weeks now, and when he hadn’t responded to her not so subtle hints she’d taken the bull by the horns and threatened to never have sex with him again if he wouldn’t take the humungous stick from up his arse and just bloody propose! So being the ever so clever git he was, he realised he couldn’t go without sex for months, maybe even years and decided to go out and buy her an engagement ring.

So here he was now, leaning against the fridge and mentally berating himself for being stupid enough to get himself into this mess. He should’ve just ignored her, he knew he should, she couldn’t go without sex a day longer than he could but the prospect of not being able to come home from a busy day at the office, kick of his shoes, take the stairs two at a time until he arrived at the library shredding himself of his uncomfortable work suit at the same time, and find her in the middle of a pile of books with a brilliant smile on her face ready and waiting for him to shag her roughly up against the old desk she’d insisted of putting in their, was absolutely terrifying. He’d just panicked.

But most of all Draco Malfoy was pissed because he’d lost the best damn thing in his life. He’d lost Hermione Granger.


*Flashback*

‘So what do you think?’

‘Oh Draco it’s absolutely beautiful, it’s simple but elegant! How many carrots did you say it was?’

‘Yes yes but do you think she’ll like it, do you think it’s her?’

‘I imagine so, I get the impression Hermione is a very elegant woman, and she wouldn’t be into a big flashy thing that could sink a ship’

‘yeah’ Draco grinned examining the little velvet box that held the engagement ring he was going to propose with later, he thought momentarily that he should really be scared witless, being about to ask his girlfriend to become his wife, and marriage was for ever but then with a small smile he slipped the box up his sleeve realising it was a very exhilarating thought to think of being with Hermione for ever.

A knock at the door startled Draco out of his ponderings and he looked up to be faced with the sight of pansy Parkinson and her snotty wrench of a mother.

‘Drakey how lovely to see you, it’s been such a long time’

Draco looked angrily at his mother but she merely gave him an apologetic smile and then turned towards the Parkinsons.

‘Miss Parkinson, it’s been such a long time since we’ve seen you and your daughter, it was nice of you to drop in’

Draco could think of many words for what it was and not one of them was nice.

‘Yes yes, well we were passing and we thought we ought to come and say hello’

‘How nice of you’ Nacrissa replied obviously already in full entertaining mode ‘come down to the kitchens with me and I shall call the house elves to get us some tea’

Nacrissa stood and the two elder women started to exit the room.

‘Mother…’ Draco tried to butt in, wanting nothing more than to be stuck in the same room with pansy alone, for god sake she might pounce on him, he remembered that in their seventh year shortly after him and Hermione had announced their relationship to the school, pansy had cornered him in the common room and started to try and have sex with him. When he had pushed her away and told her he was in a relationship with granger and to pull herself together, she’d started crying hysterically and clung to him, screaming like a banshee about how she was sure she would die if they were not together because they were meant to be together. He had had to pry her arms from around his neck and call for some of her friends who were sitting talking on the couch to take her away.

But Nacrissa had made a swift exit and he was left glancing awkwardly at the door and trying to formulate a plan for a quick getaway, no such luck.

‘So Drakey are you and the mudblood still together or did you get sick and tired of trying to pry her prim little legs apart and come to your senses’ she said while sitting herself in what Draco assumed she thought a sexy pose.

Draco stood up, finally losing his temper with the pug like witch in front of him, deciding to give her a piece of his mind he opened his mouth to tell her to close her legs and go and get herself a life, he was momentarily distracted when he spotted the small engagement box on the floor, realising it must have fallen from his sleeve he knelt down to retrieve the ring, and when he looked up from his spot on the floor he realised his mistake too late, and was just in time for his mother and miss Parkinson to enter the room before Pansy shrieked ‘Yes of course I’ll marry you Drakey’ before she flung herself into his arms and they both tumbled back onto the floor, Pansy lying on top of Draco and planting kisses all over his face.

It was about this time Hermione walked into the room behind the two older women took one look at the scene before her and stood rooted to the spot mouth open, eyes wide.

‘Shit’ was the only thing Draco could mutter before a full on war erupted.

*End of Flashback*


The rest of it was just a blur.

Draco vaguely remembered having to pry Hermione and pansy apart before Hermione had smacked him, flung herself out of his arms and apparated home where he had followed to try and explain the situation to her where he had then had to bear the brunt of her anger.

And now she had packed her bags and she had left.

‘Great one Draco’ he muttered to himself, ‘you’ve managed to screw this up too’


Later that evening Draco lay alone having unsuccessfully tried to persuade Hermione to come home, he had apparated to the burrow knowing that was where she would be and had come face to face with a very angry potter and Weasley. Ginny Weasley had successfully calmed them down in the end and he hadn’t ended up with another black eye but he had however had to leave without Hermione. He’d explained to Ginny what had happened in hope Hermione would overhear and run back into his arms. He wasn’t so lucky, Ginny had simply shaken her head sadly and had said in a very sombre tone, ‘You’ve really hurt her this time Malfoy’ before returning back to the burrow.

Now lying in bed he realised all hope was lost of ever getting his Hermione back and he finally succumbed to tears.


He was woken to a noise inside his bedroom, as he sleepily sat up and rubbed his eyes he realised it was still night as the only source of light was the moon pouring in from his little attic window.

As his senses came back to him he realised he’d left his wand downstairs and mentally cursed himself for being so stupid.

‘Who’s there?’ he said, picking up the nearest thing which happened to be the little comb he kept on his bedside table in case of emergencies.

‘You’re going to beat me to death with a comb Draco?’

‘Hermione’ Draco fumbled around for the lamp switch on his bedside table and had to squint when he finally managed to flick the switch and the room came back into focus.

She was standing in the middle of his bedroom wearing nothing but a thin nightgown; he could tell she was naked underneath as her nipples were straining against the almost transparent material due to the chilly air November brings. She had her suitcase and bag clutched in her hands but dropped them and shook her shoulders.

‘I realised you may be a bigheaded selfish prat’ she said staring at her feet but then looking up to meet his eyes as she whispered the last words ‘but you’re my bigheaded selfish prat’

And he did what he’d been wanting to do the moment she had apparated into his bedroom, he sprinted up off the bed and pulled her too him, burying his face in her wild curly hair and inhaling her beautiful scent, vanilla, he loved vanilla.

And then they were kissing, softly at first and they were both crying, he could taste tears in his mouth, he didn’t know whose tears they were but he didn’t care he had her back, he had his Hermione back with him, and that was all that mattered.

Soon the kisses became less gentle and soft and more firm and passionate, he felt Hermione’s hands running up his back and curling around his neck, and his own strong hands were holding her waist and cupping her breasts through the fabric of her nightgown. He groaned lightly when Hermione bit his bottom lip and lightly tugged it beneath her two teeth breaking the kiss and looking up at him with a smile gracing her beautiful face. He groaned again this time louder and moved his mouth to her ear nibbling on the shell of her ear.

‘God I love you Hermione’ she moaned at the warm breath on her ear ‘Don’t ever leave me’

Hermione pulled away from him and pushed him back onto the bed, and then she took her own wand, muttered a contraceptive charm and removed her nightgown.

Draco closed his eyes and thanked the heavens for not taking her away from him, and then he opened them and dragged her onto the bed with him rolling them over so he hovered over her looking into her honey brown eyes.

‘I love you too Draco’ she smiled softly and as Draco shook his boxers down his legs being careful not to catch his already throbbing erection, then kicked them off his feet he wanted nothing more than to taste her. Leaving sweet kisses down her neck he stopped to bite down just below her ear, to which he earned a small gasp of pleasure from the petite witch below him. He travelled lower kissing just in between her breasts and then moving to suck her right nipple into her mouth, she moaned at this and pushed her hands into his hair holding him in place and stroking his soft hair, she swept the blonde bangs from his forehead out of the way and looked into his eyes grinning as she saw him smirk back at her then move back to work. Using the flat of his tongue he used long strokes on her nipple and nibbled ever so gently too which Hermione moaned even louder and tried to push her chest more firmly too his face, he moved to her left breast and continued his technique.
When he felt he’d spent enough time on her beautiful chest he slowly kissed down her stomach and dipped his tongue in and out of her belly button, making her giggle and him grin.

Once he got to the junction between her legs he laid soft kisses on her open inner thighs and inhaled her familiar scent, hooking his arms under her legs he proceeded to run his tongue up and down her outer lips and then feeling her wetness seep through moved inside and used the tip of his tongue to circle her clit but not quite touch it. Hermione cried out and bucked her hips trying to get his tongue deeper inside her wanting pussy. Draco then alternated between using his long skilled fingers and his hot wet tongue to move in and out of her, delighting in the little mews of appreciation he heard above him. Soon enough she was bucking her hips further off the bed and then as Draco added his thumb and pressed down on her clit she was muttering words that meant nothing and coming apart in his arms.

‘Oh god… yes… please, please, yessssss…mmm’

As the last shudders of her orgasm vibrated through her she lay back trying to catch her breath, Draco caught her gaze and licked his fingers clean, starting with his thumb and ending with his forefinger. Suddenly he was back up her body and kissing her with such a passion she ached for more.

Deciding to take charge Hermione slipped him over and straddled his waist pressing her palms into his chest and bending down to kiss and lick his neck.

‘Never’ she said while biting his ear, ‘never do that to me again’

Draco could only groan and nod his head when she lifted herself up positioning his tip at her tight entrance and slowly slid down impaling the whole length of him inside of her, they both groaned and she stilled for a minute making sure she caught his gaze before she continued, and then she was riding him like she’d never ridden him before. Draco could barely catch his breath as she bounced on top of him, he new if she kept this up he was going to come before she did and that was not an option. So with one last look of longing at her bouncing breasts he grabbed her too him and flipped positions so he was on top. She panted below him and smiled easily.

He hooked her right leg over his shoulder and started pounding into her with deep fast thrusts knowing she liked this best, and not long after she was again coming like a steam train for him.

‘Draco… yessss… so good… god… Draco… DRACO… LOVE YOU’

And not so long after that Draco followed grunting his release and pounding faster and faster

‘Mione… lov… merlin… love you so much… so tight… I’m… so hot… sorry…’

And with one last thrust he collapsed on top of his panting girlfriend and spilled himself into her, they lay like that for a long time, him still inside of her both of them sated and satisfied, as he pulled out he realised she’d rolled on to her side and was slowly drifting to sleep.

‘No Hermione wait’

‘mmm’ she sighed opening one eye to see him searching in his jeans pocket that were lying on the floor by the side of the bed.

When he lay on his side, elbow propping his head up and stroking her stomach lovingly, she rolled over and looked up at him properly to see a small velvet box in his hands. Immediately she new what it was and tears formed behind her eyes.

‘Hermione Granger, muggle, know it all, control freak and one hell of a shag’ he smirked when she hit him round the back of the head ‘I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I know I can be a prat but honestly I’m the best looking wizard around so how can you really refuse’

She looked up at him and pretended to study her nails ‘actually I’ve decided I don’t want to get married’

He looked at her astounded for a minute before she smiled and flung herself into his arms once more, they both sat up and he took the small ring from the velvet box and slipped it onto her finger. They both looked at it for a while then Hermione laid down with a sigh staring at the ring contentedly.

‘You know tomorrow I’m going to have to ring Ginny and my mum and Nacrissa to come round and look at some wedding magazines with me, I’ve always liked the idea of getting married on a beach you know, somewhere with a beautiful sunset and waves crashin…’

Draco smiled to himself, it was a good job she didn’t want him to help her with the wedding arrangements, he knew he’d find a way to piss her off if she did, he wouldn’t be able to be as enthusiastic or something but suddenly his eyes widened as he caught the last part of what she was saying.

‘and I was thinking, we should stay celibate until the wedding night, to make it more special you know…’

*Ok this was my first fic, wot did you think? review if you could it's always greatly appreciated, Hoped you enjoyed*