We Both Go Down Together

Meet me on my vast veranda

My sweet untouched Miranda,

And while the seagulls are crying

We fall, but our souls are flying

And O! My love, my love

My love, my love

We Both Go Down Together

"Mr. Malfoy, is it true that the Muggle girl is pregnant with your child?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Is that why you are engaged?"

"Mr. Malfoy, are your reasons for proposal anything but love? Are you marrying the girl for pure sexual pleasure, nothing else?"

"Mr. Malfoy, how is your father taking this? Surely, he can't be pleased."

"Mr. Malfoy, what caused you to do something so outlandish, especially with the world being how it is?"

Draco's mind swam with the questions, and he was positive that he was on his way to a migraine. He had no clue on earth why these people had to ask so many bloody questions; couldn't they just make something up? They were bound to do it anyway. News folk were never known for their tendency to stick to the facts. Although, no one would really be interested in the facts of the Granger-Malfoy proposal, seeing as they really weren't that interesting to begin with.

And if it wasn't the screeches of questions, it was the flashbulb going off, snapping photos of a very annoyed Draco, who was standing, linking arms with a very distressed looking Hermione. Draco couldn't help glancing over at his fiancée, taking in her appearance in a very sensible black dress and black pumps. She looked like she was going to a funeral. Which it very well would be in a few moments; Draco was about to strangle the balding man in the front row who spit every time he made the 's' sound.

The couple was standing on the front porch of the manor, about to come out to wizarding society and release the information of their marriage proposal. It wasn't easy, not by far, standing up in front of people who were bound to scorn you in their articles, saying that you were a 'traitor' and that your fiancée was a 'whore'. If he had a choice, Draco would have kept the entire matter quiet, and spent the day, in bed, with Hermione. But that just doesn't work if your father is a well-respected, prestigious business-man and retired Death Eater.

"Please, please," Draco began, earning the silent attention of the reporters. "No more questions about the matter. At the moment, I am only willing to give out so much information, since this decision has also been quite sudden for me. I have proposed to Hermione Granger, a muggle-born witch, and we are planning to marry within the year. As far as we know, she is not with child, and any further matters involving our private life are really none of your business. I am very, very happy with Hermione, not to mention deeply, madly in love with her. This decision is one that I have made, not you, not your companies, I did. At the risk of sounding very unprofessional, if you don't like it, get over it."

Draco just short of dragged Hermione back inside the manor, wanting to escape the annoying, vulture-like reporters. Or rather, like seagulls, the ones' who stole food and flocked around you when you went to visit the coast. The heavy door slammed shut behind him, and he leaned back, resting on it, panting slightly and out of breath. Only when he looked up did he notice that Hermione was staring at him with wanton appreciation and lust. She pressed herself firmly against his body, bringing him closer to the door, and crashed her mouth down on his. The kiss started out innocently, with a pent-up passion, but soon turned into an ardent, affectionate snog. Hermione slid her tongue along Draco's bottom lip, pleading for entry into his warm, wet mouth. He couldn't deny her anything, and his tongue met hers in a clash for dominance.

Hermione reached down between their bodies, cupping Draco's erection through his trousers. Draco definitely had the control in public, but she could do all this with one 'innocent' kiss.

"Have I not done enough just by letting my son marry you? You can't just have your wicked way with him in my foyer!" The couple, who were currently acting like lusty teenagers, blushed heavily at being caught by Lucius, practically dry humping in his front entranceway.

"My apologies, Mr. Malfoy."

"Sorry, father."

"Yes, well. If you wish to partake in such activities, I would advise you to do them far, very far, from my sight," Lucius drawled in a manner so very similar to his son.

"Yes, father. We'll make sure not to be caught in such a compromising position again," Draco said, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. It took only a few seconds before he pulled Hermione away from the front door, and headed off towards his wing of the manor.

The day had been eventful, to say the least. Certainly, the Malfoy name would go down in history now, but for an entirely different reason than before. There was a sensation of falling, or perhaps flying, that took over all of Draco's emotion. He definitely would never be respected again in such a dark wizarding world. But he didn't need that respect to live. He needed Hermione, and that was what made everything better.

A/N: IT IS OVER!!! I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THE DAY! Now, review.