He had never done anything like this before today.
He walked through the door at 11:58. I sat upright in the chair I'd been dozing in.
"Where have you been!? You didn't come home for dinner and I've been worried sick! You could have called, you know!"
I stopped, waiting for an answer. An excuse. Hell, even a 'hello'.
Nothing.
"Well? Where the hell were you?" I started, feeling my face flush with anger. "What do you have to say for yourself!?"
He simply smiled and pulled a box from his robe pocket.
A tiny, black box.
"..oh," I said, feeling foolish.
He smiled, kissing away the tears I didn't even know formed on my cheeks, and slipped the ring on my finger.
As the clock on the wall chimed, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "Happy Christmas, Harry".
"Happy Christmas, Draco."