"Come on," Hermione said and now she was the one dragging him along, her cheeks all flushed pink and her eyes sparkling, and Draco found he still didn't regret proposing to her, no matter how much he though he should. This was right – possibly the most right thing he'd ever done. Not that that was saying much, to be perfectly truthful. But still. Her hand was tight around his and her red dress swirled around her gorgeous bloody legs, and she was smiling like Draco had given her the world on a damn platter, and he couldn't regret any of that.