Hermione leaned her cheek on his chest as they swayed to yet another song.
Dancing with Draco was not so bad after all. He was the perfect partner – gentle and sweet. On hand held hers as the other cupped the small of her back, rubbing circles there.
She was reminded of something as her mother's favourite song came on.
"I need to visit mum tomorrow."
"Good. We can tell her the news, then."
"What news?" She asked, frowning.
"That we're getting married," he whispered seriously.
Hermione looked up at him, wide-eyed.
Cerulean grey bore into honey.
"Will you marry me?"