I believe... that this is the last chapter... Farewell, my fellow Dramiones! Farewell! Check end AN for more info on upcoming Dramione stories. This will be rather long...

Draco Malfoy was, to say in the most correct form, quite pissed off.

Firstly, at himself. Why on earth he kissed Astoria was a mystery.

Oh, yeah, she kissed him. There was one part of anger off the list in his mind.

Next, Astoria. How she got the painting was beyond him. From his knowledge, she'd never been in Hermione's flat. So there was anger and mystery on that part of the checklist.

Just what he needed.

Lastly, was Hermione. Why did she even paint that thing? It made all about zero sense. Or more like negative a million, really, but that was besides the point.

Why was the point.

The scribbling of Skeeter's Quick Quotes Quill was what brought all of them out of their thoughts.

Hermione seemed to be muttering some word that made no sense to Draco. She finally spoke a little louder, and pointed at the painting like a little child, "Oh look", she observed, "It's Drastoria"

That word reverbrated around her head just about a million times in the space of a minute, transporting her back to the scene of the crime.

The clock striking midnight.

Astoria kissing Draco.

Hermione's vivid imagination created sub conscious stories the whole while since.

Two little children, a boy and a girl, playing on a sprawling, well kept lawn. The boy had sleet gray eyes and mahogany hair. The girl had straight, blonde locks with summer green eyes. Behind them, a couple that looked like they might be their parents stood behind them. The man wrapped the woman in a shawl and gave her a long, slow kiss...

"What in the name of Merlin's wedding lingerie does Drastoria mean?", Draco broke into her thoughts.

Not that he wasn't already in them, but...

"You and Astoria, of course", Hermione giggled, almost tipped off balance by her ferocious laughter.

Ginny approached Hermione like she was crazy on steroids, "The ferret not with Astoria", she said slowly.

Draco gave her an annoyed look, but let it pass, "Weaslette speaks the truth"

Hermione hummed and turned back to the portrait, "Best of my work", she acknowledged.

"Greengrass", Harry called her by her last name out of habit, "Why do you have Hermione's painting?"

With the most innocent expression on her face, Astoria replied, "Hermione gave it to me"

Luna stepped out of the crowd, along with Neville, "I don't think so", Luna observed in her dreamy voice, "You just narrowed your eyes at me, so I think I'm right"

"Like hell, Loony", Astoria snapped.

"Astoria", Hermione turned to face Astoria with the most deadly, murderous look in her eyes, "The flowers you gave me will go on your grave", and so Hermione shot a very angry hex at her.

Pansy, who was quick enough with her wand, deflected it, "Astoria gave you flowers?"

"Which kind?", Blaise interrupted Hermione before it was possible to.

"White daisies", Hermione answered, clueless.

All the Slytherins in the room exchanged an exclusive look. White daisies were the Slytherin flowers for underhanded deeds. Were you listening in on your girlfriend's conversations?

Send her enchanted white daisies.

Spying on your rival in business?

Casually hand them a white daisy at a meeting, for luck.

And, apparently, Astoria found a way to make them steal for her too.

"Astoria stole the painting from Hermione's basement", Draco told Harry, "And I believe that isn't legal, Auror Scarhead"

"Indeed it isn't, temporary Auror Ferret"

Harry threw some Floo powder into the fireplace as Ginny and Hermione held Astoria down at wand point.

Ron, of all Aurors in the whole department, came rolling out of the fire, "You called an Auror?"

At first, about a rough fifty shocked noises greeted the surly red head.

"Ms. Greengrass broke into Ms. Granger's flat and stole something", Harry explained to the disinterested Ron.

"So?"

"So, arrest her, you idiot!", Rita Kahn yelled. Ron gave the general crowd, because he couldn't see her in person, an angry glare and took a magically bound Astoria to the fireplace.

"Wait a second, Weasel", Draco said. Ron stopped, every muscle in his body tensed and rigid, and turned.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"For both of you", he nodded to Ron and Astoria, "To see this"

Draco knelt down on the waxed floor in front of Hermione.

"You, Granger, are the most imaginative girl I've ever met", he gestured to the painting of Drastoria, "The Brightest Witch of the Age, and probably the only one I can hold a decent conversation with. And I have one thing to say to everyone in this room"

"What?", Ron asked impatiently.

"From now on", Draco got up, "You may only call this lady Hermione Malfoy"

Hermione whacked Draco over the head, I won't marry you!"

"Why?"

"You didn't ask!"

Draco sighed dramatically and knelt down again, "Hermione Know-it-all Granger-"

"That's not my name!"

"I don't know or care what your middle name is, let me finish!"

When the room was quiet for a full ten seconds, Draco continued, "Will you marry me?"

"Where's the ring?"

"Er...", Draco rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, "I sort of forgot it..."

Hermione sighed elaborately, I'll marry you, anyway", she replied to an uproar of clapping, whistling, and Ron accidentally dropping Astoria on the tiled floor.

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