They ran out onto the field, hand in hand, enjoying the glorious sunshine that fell onto them. Nothing could distract them from their happy moods. They set up the picnic that they had brought with them in Hermione’s bag that allowed her to have as much as she wanted in it. It was the same bag she had used when hunting for horcruxes with Harry and Ron. She had moved on though, found someone she was truly in love with. It had taken a while, but she had finally realised that she didn’t love Ron; she loved the man that was sat next to her. She loved stroking his blonde hair, and staring into his dreamy grey eyes.
“Draco,” she said softly, “Why did you choose this place to bring me?”
Draco turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers.
“I remember you talking about it once. You said you came here as a child and would love to come back.”
“You actually remembered?” Her eyes lit up as she remembered her trips here as a child. She hadn’t seen this place for so long, yet it felt like she had only just left.
“Of course I did.” Draco leant in and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. “And what better day to bring you here.”
“What do you mean?” She seemed mildly surprised. How could he have known what today was? She had never told him.
“Don’t play games, Mione, I do know that it’s your birthday, even if you didn’t tell me.” He smiled a knowing smile and stroked her hair tenderly.
“But, how did you find out?” She was now giving him a look worthy of the late Albus Dumbledore; a look that was trying to see what he was thinking.
“Does it really matter?” His voice was tender, and his eyes were glistening in the sunlight. Hermione could only stare and follow what he was saying. It didn’t matter how he knew, as long as he did know.
“Of course not.” She pulled him in and kissed him on the lips.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Mione.” His voice was soft; Hermione couldn’t help but love him more. She stared, once more, into his sparkling grey eyes and smiled.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” She pulled him in and kissed him again. “I love you, Draco,” she whispered in his ear as she pulled away, “I love you more than I ever thought possible.”
“Do you really mean that?”
“Of course. What was I thinking during the war? How could Ron ever match up to you?”
Draco laughed. “He couldn’t, Mione, he was never right for you. He just pulled you down.” He tenderly touched her arm. “Would Weasley have ever thought to bring you here? Would he have even known it was your birthday without telling him?”
Hermione looked out across the hills. “No, no he wouldn’t.”
“Exactly.” Draco laid his head on Hermione’s shoulder and looked over the hills with her. “I can see why you love it here. It really is beautiful, just like you.”
Hermione looked at him and smiled. “Just like you too.”
Draco grabbed Hermione’s hands and turned her to face him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Opening it, he said, “Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?”
She looked into his eyes, her own filling with tears of joy.
“Yes, Draco Malfoy, yes, I will marry you.”
A/N: This was written for my friend, Maria's, birthday because she loves Dramione =D And I would like to thank gingersnape for convincing me to post this =D
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