A/N: So like is anyone reading these? I hate to request reviews but, i really need to know like what other ships you want me to write? Disclaimer: Just borrowing the characters for a oneshot

"I swear to Merlin, you let me in there to see him right now!" Hermione's voice could be heard from a mile away, he guessed. The man with the aristocratic face and dark curly locks chortled as the woman pushed her way through the congested hallway. It was a funny picture from his seat in bed. She strode down the hallway with confidence and calmness, until she saw him.

From that point, she broke into a run and it seemed as though she couldn't make it to the room fast enough. When she reached the doorway, tears were streaming down her face.

"Regulus, I swear to god, you ever scare me like that again and you will be down a girlfriend." He motioned her over to come and sit on the bed with him.

"I tried getting a message to you. You know I did, Hermione. Snape said it wasn't smart until the final battle had started." He caressed her knuckles with his calloused thumb. "If you hadn't decided to roam the castle at night, you still wouldn't know I was alive."

She grinned lovingly at the man. He was 15 years older than her but one could never tell. "But, aren't we glad that I am such a nosy little pest?" They had only been dating for a few months, but hadn't seen eachother since day 5 of their blossoming relationship. He nodded his appreciation for her curiosity. "You'll be okay, right? No extended damage from sticking around to save my snarky ex-professor."

"No lasting damage. Dolohov found me and hit me with the cruciatus once or twice before I was able to knock him out with a stunner." Hermione scooted closer to the man and wrapped arms around his neck securing him in a hug. "I'll be right as rain with a week of therapy." He wrapped his arms around the 19 year old girl who was shaking with silent sobs. "Mia. I'm fine. I'm here. Right here." He rubbed her back gently with one hand, using the other to hold her tight to him.

She started her sentence, shakily, through sobs, "I could have lost you, Reg. You would've died without knowing how much you mean to me. I wasn't ever planning on loving you, Regulus Black. But, I am so very glad I do." Regulus let out a quiet gasp at her confession. She loved him.

Good god! She loved him!

It was as if someone had flipped the light switch on what began as a very bleak and dreary day. The colors had seemed to amplify, as to align themselves with the force of the love and happiness pumping through his very being. He took his hands off her back and used them to gently frame her face and tilt it upwards so he could look into her beautiful eyes, deeper than any ocean despite their chocolate brown.

"Hermione, my beautiful, precious girlfriend. I was going to save this for next week but I think it needs to be said now." He grabbed his coat of the bedside table and took a blue velvet covered box out of one of the pockets. He set it down beside him and held her petite hands in his once-perfect, now criss-crossed with scars, large hands.

"Hermione Jean Granger, the first day I met you, your fiery wit and incredible intelligence awed me. We have only known eachother for a year now. And have only dated for a few months. But if this war has taught me anything, it's this. You have to go for what makes you happy. You make me happy, Hermione. You make my day worth the grueling ins and outs. I want to live my life with you by my side. I want us to be equal partners in marriage, in raising a family, in our love. I love you immensely. I want us. I want us so much it hurts. Will you be mine? Will you make me the happiest man in the entire universe, and marry me?"

Hermione's face had gone from shock to understanding and a large joy inspired grin now covered her face. She leaned forward and kissed him soundly on the lips. He smiled when they broke apart. "So, I can take that as a yes?"

"Oh my god!" Hermione squealed with joy as he slipped the emerald cut ring onto her finger.

He chuckled and couldn't resist. "Well I mean, yes, but you can just call me Regulus." Hermione slapped his chest playfully and cuddled into the man's side. "I love you so much, Hermione."

"Regulus, shut up and let me enjoy the silence for once." His chest shook with a silent laughter that soon built into a rolling giggle from the both of them. "I love you, too, you big cheesy romantic."

"Only for you, my dear. Only for you."