6. The park.
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“Hey, I know it’s late and stuff, but I want to take you somewhere. Please?” Draco begged and Hermione nodded, though it was getting a bit late and Hermione was obviously really tired, but she knew Draco. He never really begged for anything, not even sex. When he finally begged for something, it was really important for him. Draco paid for the food and they left the restaurant.
It was the same park where Draco, on a warm summer-day, had finally talked Hermione into going on a date with him, where they ad taking a walk afterwards and Draco had bought Hermione an ice cream. For the first time they had actually had a decent conversation. They had talked for hours; they had talked till it began to get dark outside. It had been at that exact day that Draco had realized, just how great of a person Hermione was and the he was able to fall in love with her, if the time was right.
Hermione stopped for a minute right before they entered the park. She couldn’t believe that Draco remembered the park. For her, it had always been “their” park. She remembered the day Draco finally talked her into going on a date with him. She couldn’t believe at the time that he had finally done it, but looking back at it now, she thought it stupid that she had said no for so long. She could still smell the early August air. It had been a warm summer-day and Draco had bought her an ice cream. They had sat on a bench and talked for hours, which was pretty weird for her. She would never have thought that Draco would be such a good person to talk with. When they had sat there and talked she had the urge to kiss Draco multiple times. She didn’t know why, she hadn’t really thought about that she was in love with him or even just attracted to him at that time, at all. The urge had just come.
Draco took Hermione’s hand and took her to the same benches they had sat at back then. He smiled nervously. He knew it was the right time, he was just afraid of Hermione’s reaction. He loved her too much to lose her, so if she wasn’t ready, he would understand, but he had to know. He had to take the chance. It was now or never, he knew he would get cold feet if he waited much longer. He took the courage and sat on one knee in front of Hermione, still holding her hand. Draco couldn’t quiet find out if it was surprise, happiness, excitement, anger or all four in one that was painted all over her face. “This is going to be so cliché, please don’t laugh at me. I love you more than anything, you know that, right? I know I was a big douche back in school and that you hated me, but thanks to you I have changed. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for you, and that says a lot. Or at least it says how much I really love and care about you. I don’t want to lose you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you; I just hope you can say the same about me. Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?”