Okay. I'm really going to do it now. I look at myself in the mirror of my vanity. This is it. No turning back. I say to myself.

I hold out a good portion of my hair with my left hand and reached for the scissors with my other hand. Ever so slowly I bring the scissors near my hair then…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

What in the name of Merlin?

"HERMIONE!" my boyfriend calls out.

I ignore his outburst and continue bringing my hair near the scissor then…

POP!

"HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER Put. Those. Scissors. Down." My boyfriend exclaims. "Don't you dare do such a horrible thing!"

Really? He's already 23 years old and he still goes into "Spoilt Brat Mode." Yeah. That's what I call him when he has tantrums. Don't tell him though. Or else I won't have him in bed for the next 24 hours. And that would be sad on both our parts. Never mind his erect penis, nothing would bring his bloated ego and pride down. He'd just wank off anyway.

It was always I who would always apologize because I couldn't sleep knowing what a good shag we might have for the night. So I would always do the noble thing and apologize. Then we go to the make-up sex. Oh Merlin, I can't even begin to describe it. Let's just say that's his area of expertise.

At this point in time, he just keeps on rambling on. Something in the lines of "you must be insane" and "they call you the brightest witch of our age" and he scoffs—yeap! Right on cue.

I look at him calmly. By this time he sits at the edge of the bed with pleading eyes. Ugh! He knows I'm such a sucker for those grey eyes of his.

"Draco, darling" I start.

"Don't you Draco, darling me! You know I don't agree with your decision!" he sighs still looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. For some reason, I feel infuriated.

"This is my hair, damn it! My body! Now you don't go saying what you want for me, because I'm not you!" I look at him and he still has those pleading eyes. Damn those grey irises.

I sigh in defeat. "I'm sorry for snapping at you." I say taking a seat beside him.

"I just—" he looks down. Oh my poor little Draco. I lift his chin so that he's looking at me in the eyes.

"You just?" I prod.

"I just want to have— what I mean to say is that—I know I don't own you but—"

"Yes?" I reply calmly. Man, right now, I'm really good at masking my emotions. The truth is, my heart is beating so loudly, I was sure he could hear it too. Is he going to do what I think he's going to do?

He takes a deep breath "What I meant to say was that Hermione, you are the most gorgeous woman I know, the most amazing, and the most caring." He gets down on his knees and pulls out something from his pocket. " Hermione Jean Granger, will you do the honor of being my wife?" He then opens the small velvet box and reveals a beautiful diamond ring.

By this time, I could barely breathe, but somehow I managed to say yes. He slips the ring into my finger and I give him the best kiss of his life. Argument forgotten, he starts to unbutton my blouse, and you all know where this is going.

After the wonderful make-up-and-we-just-got-engaged sex, I look at the ring in awe. I could definitely see Draco as my husband and as the father of my children.

"Mione" he says

I stare at his beautiful grey orbs.

"Please don't cut your hair. Not until after the wedding day. Please? I like it like that."

"I'll think about it."

"Let it be your wedding present to me."

"I'll think about it." I repeat.

"How about I persuade you?" he grins at me lust filling his eyes once more. And at that moment, I know I just lost the argument.