Ginny was sitting next to Harry in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place enjoying a delicious breakfast.

"You know, sometimes it's frightening how sneaky you can be." Harry said.

"Why? Do you think, that they would have had the nerve to meet up for a nice meal and a chat? I don't. He would have found all sorts of excuses and so would she. They are both far too stubborn to accept, that they were meant for each other."

"You are probably right."

"I am right. Look at yourself."

Harry looked at his wife-to-be.

"What has all this to do with me?"

"It took you years to finally accept, that you were meant to be with me. That I was more than Ron's little sister."

His face got a red tinge. She was right of course. He had been blind for far too long as that he could deny it. She smiled warmly at him.

"See."

"I am just not sure, that she'll have the courage..."

"...to say yes? She will. If he gets his act together and really asks her, she will only be too happy to be with him.

"I just hope so."

They ate in silence for a while.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"There is something I should probably tell you, before you marry me."

He put his knife down and hugged her lovingly.

"Should you? I already know about your five brothers, your all-Muggle-things obsessed dad, your wonderfully warm hearted mum and the ghoul in the attic. So what else is there, that I should know about?"

She leant over to him and whispered in his ear. He dropped his fork onto his plate with a loud clatter.

"You are joking?" His face was white.

She shook her head.

Oh, Great Merlin! I'm going to be..."

She nodded and smiled. He wrapped his arms around her and let her feel all of his love in one deep kiss.

"Oh, Ginny! That is wonderful. A bit soon, but wonderful."

Hermione tried to focus on the face just before her own. There was a pair of grey eyes looking at her. She felt the rise and fall of... She was laying halfway on this person. Her senses told her, that he had silk like skin and that it felt rather nice. His heartbeat was picked up by her fingertips. And he smelled... really nice!

"Good morning." A rather hoarse sounding voice said.

She knew that voice. She would recognise it anywhere, but right in this moment she didn't really want to think about the owner of the voice. She wanted to just stay in this warm fantasy of a dream.

She closed her eyes again and laid her head back onto his chest. Now she could listen to his heartbeat as well. It was a soothing sound. She sighed. Wouldn't it be nice to wake up every morning like this. Shame it was only a dream.

Draco looked at the woman sharing his bed. He was stunned. He had expected her to scream, punch him or have a fit of hysterics, but instead she had just look at him. Only to then just snuggle her head back onto his chest with a sigh.

'I'm still asleep! There is no way, Hermione would be doing this, if she knew it was me.'

The only question left was, what to do. He couldn't really get up without disturbing her and he didn't want to do that. He could just stay where he was and wait until she woke up, which in turn might be quite painful for him should she decide to punch him after all.

He slowly wrapped his left arm around her, followed by his right one. He was holding her just very loosely, but the moment she was fully awake he would be able to control her movement at least that far, that she couldn't seriously hurt him. Or so he hoped anyway.

"Hermione?"

She just murmured softly.

"Hermione."

"Hm...?"

"Did you sleep well?"

'What kind of silly question is that?'

She murmured again against his skin. He could feel her warm breath on his bare chest and shuddered.

' Oh, Merlin!'

She moved her head back a bit and opened her eyes again. The heartbeat was still there and so was the wonderful warm skin.

'This isn't really a dream...'

She slowly started to surface from her sleepiness and felt now, that she was held by his arms. His arms... She looked up again. His face was still there and so were the grey eyes. They were misted with..., with what though?

"Good morning." He said quietly again.

She just looked at him. Him. Why was she laying on top of HIM? He seemed to have sensed her growing panic, as his arms tightened their grip around her body. She would not be able to get away without a fight.

"What have you done to me?" She sounded on the verge of loosing it.

"I have done nothing! This is what your friends have been doing to me. To us."

"What do you mean?"

"Can you remember coming here and getting into bed with me? I can't."

She thought about that for a moment. She had been at Ginny's. They had been drinking tea and talking. And then she... passed out?

He followed her thoughts through her facial expressions.

"Oh."

"Yes. I have been talking to Potter at his place. He was telling me all sorts of things, I didn't want to hear and then suddenly, nothing. I have no idea how I got here. Who half undressed me and put me to bed with you. Not that I am complaining." He added hastily. "I rather like waking up like this, but I would prefer to decide for myself to do so."

She gazed at him for long moments. He liked to wake up with her in his arms? His arms were still around her. She felt the security this brought. She always felt secure, when he held her.

"What kind of things has Harry been telling you? What didn't you want to hear?"

There was a long pause. She could see, that he would have preferred to avoid her eyes, but he didn't.

"He told me, that he expected me to... to..."

She could see him blush. She blinked. He blushed! He, the king of innuendo, the man, that would probably be able to get professor McGonagall to rethink her words, blushed. She really wanted to know what Harry had told him that would have that effect!

"What did Harry expect you to do?" Her voice had a husky note to it.

He shook his head. He wouldn't embarrass himself in front of her by telling her about that.

Hermione looked at him, her gaze soft . He was embarrassed, seriously embarrassed. What could Harry have said, that would intimidate this proud Slytherin into silence?

"Draco?"

"Hm?"

Hermione thought for a moment without loosing eye contact for a moment. What was she doing here? Did she actually want to be here? If she was honest with herself, yes, she wanted to be here with him. She had fallen for him. She knew it and so did Harry and Ginny. These two had been really sneaky! She was wandering, if this setup was Ginny's idea. It seemed to like her.

Though without the interference of her friends this dream could have all too easily turned into a nightmare. She wanted to be with Draco. She didn't want to have to think about a life without him. She loved him and could just hope, that he loved her enough to stay.

Another thought rushed through her mind. She knew, how she would get him into confession, what Harry and Ginny clearly wanted him to confess.

"If I tell you my biggest secret, would you tell me, what Harry has said to you?"

'Her biggest secret?' He was intrigued.

"Draco?" Her gentle breath of a voice pierced his soul.

She could feel him shiver as she whispered his name again.

"I want to know what Harry wants you to do."

He groaned. He should have never come back! This situation was absurd! She didn't really want to know, that he was supposed to propose to her. She should find a man, that was... not him!

She shifted, trailing his jawline gently with her lips.

'What have I done to deserve this?'

"What does Harry want you to do?"

He sighed. Fine, if she was so hell bent on finding out what her friend had in mind for her, he would tell her.

"He said, that when he was through with me, I would be begging to be allowed to marry you."

He closed his eyes, waiting for her to kick him, scream at him or vent her emotions in any other way she saw fit. Nothing happened. After a long while he finally opened his eyes again. She was looking at him with a very questioning expression on her face.

"And will you?" He heard her whisper.

'WHAT!'

"What do you mean?"

"Will you beg to be allowed to marry me?"

He groaned and tried to shift. She held him down. She wouldn't let him get away that easily.

"Will you, Draco?"

"Please! I can't... You are such a wonderful person, Hermione! How could I...

Her fingers silenced them.

"Let me rephrase that, do you want to?"

He had the feeling that he was drowning in her deep brown pools of love and compassion.

"Yes..."

His voice was barely more then a whisper, but she had heard him all the same.

"Then ask me."

'Oh, Merlin!'

"You actually want me to ask you to ma..." His voice broke.

She shifted along his body so that her face was right above his. The soft waves of her hair brushed his heated skin. Hermione slowly bent down to him, rubbing her cheek against his.

"Ask me." She breathed in his ear.

And then she whispered to him her biggest secret. His eyes widened in shock. He would have never thought that Weasley didn't... She would be his and his alone!

Her eyes found his again and he lost all control over his emotions. He held onto her, rolled them over and was looming over her. His eyes were blazing. Surprise was written all over her face.

"Marry me! Marry me and be mine alone!"

She smiled at him.

"Of course I will."

He claimed her mouth without thinking for another moment. She was his! And his alone!

A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! A big thanks to all who took the time and reviewed.

A special thanks to jesslovessmiles! I hope, I can pick your brains for future stories as well.

There might be a sequel to this story. I have some ideas for that, but I need to finish my other story "I Dare You" first. And there is another idea I want to get started on. So, stay tuned, there is more in the pipeline.