"You are mine, Hermione Granger."

My eyes flickered with playfulness. "Is that so?", I inquired, twirling one of his platinum locks.

"It is," he whispered. His hot breath blew on my face as he spoke. "Oh but it is, princess." He whispered again as he captured my lips. He rolled us over so that he was on top of me now. I let out a small gasp. He took that as his chance to deepen the kiss even more.

He pulled back. "I love you."

I smiled. "I know."

He chuckled, then kissed me lightly on my nose. "I'm going to make tea," he says, getting off me and off the bed. "I'll be back in a second."

I grinned. I looked down at my hand. The emerald engagement ring had been sitting on my finger for about two weeks. He chose the emerald for a reason, he told me, saying that "green was my color".

"You, princess," he said, lifting up my chin, have the makings of a Slytherin. You may not know it, but you do. Cunning, ambitious, determined. Sure, Gryffindor is great, but Slytherin is more. If Slytherin didn't have such a bad reputation and total idiots making up the house, It'd actually be worth something. You may look good in red, but you look better in green."

Since then, most of my clothes are a deep green. The rest are usually sapphire or grey.

Minutes later, I hadn't heard Draco's footsteps coming back to our bedroom. I picked up my wand that rested on the bedside table and walked to the kitchen, slowly and quietly.

I opened the door cautiously a little, and listened.

"I want to see Hermione, Malfoy."

Ron.

So many bad memories began flooding from the air-tight vault in the back of my head labeled Ron Weasley.

"She's not here, Weasel. What could I possibly want to have to do with a mu- mud- m-"

He couldn't say it.

I then knew, yet again, that I had picked the right person to love.

I slammed the door all the way open. I pointed my wand at Ron and shouted, "PETREFICIUS TOTALUS!"
He fell to the floor, paralyzed.

I knelt down next to him.

I wanted myself gone from his memory. He had been chasing me ever since we left Hogwarts five years ago to claim me as his. I didn't want to be his, after what he did to me.

I then casted a wordless "Obliviate" on him, replacing me in his memories with someone be probably cared more about: Lavender Brown.

I then un-paralyzed him, then shoved him in the fireplace, threw Floo Powder at him, and yelled, "THE BURROW!" He was gone in a flash of green flames.

Draco rushed over to me. Worry was abundant, swimming around in his silver eyes. He put his hands on either side of my face. "Are you all right, 'Mione?"

I looked at him, his face so perfect, his eyes full of concern, then began to cry. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he whispered, "Shh. It's all right."

"Do you want to tell me what he did to you, princess?"

"I don't have to." I said. I used my wand to extract that one memory that ruined my life forever from my forehead. I put it in a vial and gave it to him.

***

After a few minutes, I walked to the room that we had with all of our magical artifacts. Our Pensieve was in there.

I stood in the doorway. I saw Draco sitting in the corner, staring at the floor.

He looked up. "'Mione-"

I walked over to him and sat down next to him. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I'm-"

"No." He turned me to face him. "You're not fine. How could you not tell me about what he did? I could have prevented you from ever seeing that Weasel again." He spoke passionately, his voice full of venom when he mentioned Ron.

"And another thing-" I cut his words off with my lips. He wasted no time in fighting for dominance over the kiss. He pushed me back slowly so that I was lying on the hardwood floor.

He pulled back. "What was that for?"

"To shut you up, of course, my knight in shining armor." I chuckled.

"Knight in what?"

"Muggle term. More like wizard in shining robes."

"Robes don't shine, princess."

"Not unless they're silver, green and silver." I smirked. "Remind you of anything?"

He pondered this for a moment. Turning back to me, he guessed, "You in lingerie?" He winked.

I slapped his arm. "Be more realistic."

***

(A/N) Well, that one shot totally sucked. :|

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