Hermione Granger was not a patient woman. Anyone that really knew her, hell anyone who had even met her once could tell you that. Granger had a lot of things: intelligence, bravery, pride. But, not patience.
So, when she found herself pacing the apartment, waiting for him to get home, her irritability was growing steadily.
"Where the hell is he…" She muttered, staring at her watch as she walked back in forth in front of the fireplace.
He was an Auror, and she knew that that meant that there was no certain time when he got off of work. But there wasn't much dark magic going around lately; nor were there any scar-headed boys that needed protecting. So, where the hell was he?
She sighed loudly, and flung herself into an armchair. She stared at the fireplace, wishing for the flames to turn green, signaling his return. But, of course, nothing happened.
With a groan, she closed her eyes, and kept herself from apparating to the Ministry to find out where he was. Instead, she let her mind wander.
They had met long ago as first-years at Hogwarts. From the second their eyes first met, she knew she was going to either love that boy, or despise him.
In the beginning, she had despised him. His constant reminders about her blood purity had caused many nights where she had cried herself to sleep. Her best friends, naïve as they were, had hated him as well, which caused even more disruptions between the two.
But, as time went on, Hermione had started to see a different side to him. She began to realize that he was just as tortured as she was; that his façade of a perfect life was a lie. His father pressured him into becoming something he was not. His mother just let them go; drowning her sorrows in muggle spirits.
She had become his friend. And in time, they had become more than friends.
Harry and Ron had hated it of course. When Hermione had told them, they had literally destroyed a couple of trees. Even now, they still weren't completely okay with it. But, she didn't care. She was happy.
Of course, she would be happier if he would actually get home!
She sighed again, and started to get up to go to bed. She stopped, however, when a flash of green appeared in the corner of her eye.
She turned around, and watched as he emerged from the fireplace.
He straightened up, brushing soot off his clothes. He finally looked up at her, a goofy grin on his face.
"Hey 'Mione."
She glared at him. "Where have you been Draco?"
He looked at his watch, the smile disappearing. "Uh oh.." Suddenly, he grabbed her by the shoulders, and brought her closer to him.
"I'm sorry I'm late honey." He kissed her softly, before pulling a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back. He handed them to her, the smile returning to his face.
She took the flowers, unable to hide the smile that was quickly spreading across her face. "These are beautiful.." She closed her eyes, smelling the sweet aroma that the flowers gave. When she opened her eyes again, Draco was down on one knee, a small box open in his hand.
"Hermione Granger…will you marry me?"
She felt tears well up in her eyes, before nodding. "Y..Yes."
He smiled, and stood up, sliding the ring onto her finger. "I love you."
She kissed him suddenly, tears falling from her eyes. "I love you too."