Braeden felt a sort of electric rush spread through his veins as Emma returned his affection. Was it just him or had her kisses gotten even more amazing than they already were during the past few months? As the blonde Malfoy leaned her head onto her dorky boyfriend's chest, Brae couldn't help smiling softly. Emma was so cute. She had such a big personality, big ideas, big dreams. But when he had her so close it always reminded him of how tiny she physically was.
Wrapping both arms around his girlfriend's waist and resting his chin gently on the top of her head, Braeden looked off into the infinite amount of land surrounding them. It was like the Malfoys owned their own little country and he was a foreigner trying to learn the new customs.

After a few moments of silence in which the couple simply enjoyed each other's company, Braeden suddenly broke the silence: "Em, I've been thinking…" he started a little hesitantly, thoughtfully. "After you graduate, would y--"

And somewhere not too far away, right before the Malfoy mansion, Ellie Johanson had apparated. Distracted by the sight of their old friend, Braeden seemed to lose his train of thought. "Hey, look! It's Ellie!" he pointed out, probably startling poor Emma. "Ellie!" Brae waved an arm, trying to catch the brunette's attention, but it was too late. She had disappeared into the mansion in the company of Draco Sev. "Should we head in?" the boy asked, turning to Emma with a lopsided smile.