Author's Note: Written for Queenb23more.
Too curious not to, Draco dared a look at her. Asteria was still staring up at him, her eyes wide, and her hand covering her mouth.
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He'd been agonizing over this for weeks, trying to find the perfect way and time to broach the topic. The last thing he had wanted to do was just blurt it out in bed. He pulled away from her, letting her sit up, both of them pulling the covers around their naked bodies. This was exactly how it wasn't supposed to happen.
He had wanted to sweep her off her feet, give her something to brag about to her friends and family. Draco had wanted to take her away to Ibiza, they'd already talked about going to there to elope. They were supposed to spend a weekend there, alone. But a strike by the Goblins had brought the Spanish wizarding world to a halt and ruined his plans.
So here they were in his crummy little flat, after a dinner of leftover Muggle take-away, and an evening spent lying in his bed, talking and shagging. It could have been any other night for them.
"What did you say?" she finally whispered.
He couldn't take it back. Turning, he Summoned his jacket and pulled the small box he had taken to carrying around with him whenever he was with her, hoping for that right moment. Draco opened the box to reveal the ring inside.
Before it had been a statement, an expression of need that escaped his lips as he felt her move under and around him. Now it was a question. "Marry me?"
Eyes suddenly bright, the corners of her mouth turned down as if she were trying not cry and his heart fell.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
She leaned in, kissing him and whispering against his lips, "Yes, I will marry you.