Whoo, last chapter!
Might write an epilogue eventually, but don't hold your breath haha

Enjoy!

-SilentIncision

Ron wouldn't speak to her, wouldn't stay in the same room as her for even a minute.
Hermione hardly cared.

Her relationship with Draco was officially public knowledge, and it seemed that that was all anyone cared to talk about for months after they "came out". But it had finally blown over, except for in Ron's case. He still couldn't believe that his ex-wife had been having an affair with Draco Malfoy, of all people. It didn't make any difference to him that he had known for months before most people. In fact, when Hermione and Draco were officially a couple, this was only cause to anger Ron yet again. Hermione just ignored it, not allowing her jealous ex-husband to ruin her happiness any longer. It wasn't fair to let him have that power over her still.

Not long after Hermione and Draco patched things up, Hermione moved out of her old flat, into one in Muggle London with Draco, away from the bad memories that hers and Ron's had held for her. She didn't even know, or care, if Ron had sold the other or moved back in. As far as she was concerned, that was his business, and until he stopped being a prick, she didn't want anything to do with him.

Blinking, Hermione realized that she had been staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror for a full five minutes. Earlier today she had received an owl from Draco letting her know that he was taking her out tonight, and that formal clothing was required. She was slightly frustrated that he would not tell her more, even when she asked, but quickly gave up. Of all people, Hermione Granger knew has stubborn that man could be when he set his mind to it.

And so here she stood, ten minutes before he was due to arrive, staring at her reflection in the mirror, trying to decide if it would suit the unknown event tonight. Her teal dress suited her perfectly, from the corset-style top to its ruffled skirt. Her hair hung in loose waves onto her shoulders, the front strands twisted back where they were held by a jeweled clip. Hermione's forehead scrunched up in annoyance at the lack of details that she was given, not knowing if she was dressed appropriately or not. But she supposed it would have to do, as Draco was due to arrive at any moment.

Before she was even done thinking that, he walked through the door, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "You look stunning. Ready to go?" he was, of course, already dressed in an elegant black tux.

She nodded, mock-glaring at him. "Going to tell me where we're going?"

Draco merely laughed, grabbing her hand. "You'll see soon enough. Let's go." He apparated them away, one hand covering her eyes once their feet landed firmly on the ground. He steered her forward until they entered something that was, judging by its smell, a restaurant. "Keep your eyes closed." He murmured in her ear before removing his hand. In a normal voice, he added "Malfoy. For two." and led her with him until they reached their seats. "Okay. You can open your eyes now."

They were in Le Chien Noir again, for the first time since their break up so many months ago. "I know that the last time we were here, it didn't end well. But tonight it is my deepest hope that things will end differently. Happy two year anniversary, Hermione." She blinked, astonished. What with their break up, she hadn't been counting their anniversary on the same date anymore, but apparently he was.

The night passed easily, though Hermione noticed Draco becoming more and more distracted and almost…nervous seeming as the night progressed. Try as she might to get him to tell her what was going on; he would simply shake his head and tell her that she would find out soon enough. Whatever it was, though, it seemed to be bothering him significantly, which started to stress Hermione out more and more each minute.

Finally, when their dessert was there, and she was beginning to get quite worried, he abruptly stood up and walked to where she sat. "Hermione?" he asked softly, licking his suddenly dry lips. She had a feeling that whatever had been on his mind all night was about to be revealed to her.

"Yes?"

He lowered himself to one knee in front of her. "Will you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?"

Hermione gasped. Out of everything that she expected him to say to her, asking for her hand never even crossed her mind. Did she want to? Was she willing to take the chance that they would end up like her and Ron? "Yes. Yes, Draco, I do" she managed to choke out, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.