A/N I am so so so so so so so so so so so so SO sorry it took so long. I was uninspired and then it just hit me! Enjoy. Review. Don't hurt me if it takes me forever again. Love, Jacinta.

For a moment, I just stood there, waiting – praying – that he would apparate back to give me my bag. And my clothing. But all hopes of that were dashed when I heard his door open on the other side of the hallway, and him walk downstairs chuckling – and I'd bet my book collection he was smirking every step of the way.

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction, though.

I'm not the best witch in my year for nothing.

I will admit that, at first, it didn't even occur to me to use magic. I guess it's the muggle in me. I looked all over the room for something – anything – Draco might have forgotten to take, but of course, he was completely thorough – except for his pyjamas.

I held them up to myself, thinking maybe I could just wear them down, but then, what would everyone think? Why would I have Draco's pj's? Because they were so obviously his. His tall stature and broad (compared to mine) shoulders made it impossible for me to say they were mine. I briefly entertained the idea that I could stitch them with a needle and thread from the bathroom to look like my own – but, of course, that would take too long.

I was about to give up hope, when I remembered the spell I had used to pack everything; the shrinking spell I had used to pack everything. I could just shrink them down a couple of sizes.

Ah, the look on Draco's face when I walk in…

Now that is what he gets for dating the best witch in his year.

As I guessed, when I walked into the room, I could see the back of Draco's blond head on a loveseat beside the fireplace.

'Good morning everyone! Merry Christmas!' I said, leaning over the back of the couch to wrap my arms around his neck. 'Did I miss the presents?'

'You're just in time, Hermione, dear,' Molly replied, looking up.

'Hermione, what're you wearing?' Ron asked, turning to look at me, too.

'I bought them at a muggle boutique in London last year,' I replied, shrugging. 'Why?' I walked around the couch and sat down beside Draco, whose eyes were wide in confusion as he looked me over, trying to place my outfit. I just smiled back at him.

'It's just… a little more… girlie… that you usually wear.'

'You notice my pj's, Ron?' I asked, laughing.

Ron's ears turned red as he muttered something incomprehensible, and turned back to Harry, who was handing out presents from underneath the tree.

'Girlie!' Draco snorted quietly, finally recognizing whose pyjamas they were. 'They are not girlie,' he told me quietly. 'They happen to be the height of fashion in nightwear.'

''The height of fashion in nightwear'?' I mimicked softly.

'Yes, Granger, the height of fashion in nightwear.'

'Mhm. I hope you spent as much on my Christmas present as you did on your precious sleepwear,' I told him, looking over at the tree.

'You didn't like the necklace or the dress or the –' here, he smirked, and murmured in my ear, '– lingerie?'

'I'm thinking that they were gifts for you more than they were for me,' I snorted, smacking him away.

'Trouble in paradise?' Ron called over, tossing a small pile of gifts to me. 'Does that mean we can kick him out?'

I replied by throwing a pillow at him.

'Ron, dear, it's Christmas, be nice.' Molly scolded Ron, handing out mugs of hot chocolate.

He mumbled back something in reply, and sat back beside Harry underneath the tree.

'So, what's this?' I asked, shaking a large box which had landed in my lap, addressed to me from Draco.

'I don't know,' he shrugged impassively, shaking my gift to him. 'What's this?'

'Open it and you'll find out, won't you.'

He shot me a look of mild interest, cocked his eyebrow, and shrugged as he pulled on the thick gold ribbon off the small green box, and lifted the lid. Inside, was a small silver pocket watch with green Roman numerals inscribed in the edges. Lifting it up and turning it over, he saw his initials entwined on the back. 'What's this?' he asked, smirking.

'It's so we're never late for class again,' I replied, shaking my box again. 'Can I open mine now?'

'I suppose,' he drawled, kissing my cheek. 'I love it,' he muttered into my ear as I pulled the wrapping paper off his gift.

'You're welcome,' I replied as I impatiently ripped out ruby red tissue paper. Inside, deep in the bottom of the box, was a book. Or, rather, a notebook.

I pulled it out, and opened the heavy black cover. Written in his formal hand were the words, "Because I know how much you love to read, I figured you would like to read our story to our children one day. Love forever, Draco."

My mouth dropped open a little, and it was only then I realized that there was a small silver ring tied to the end of the attached bookmark.

'Draco – I…' Engagement? Already? How could we-? I thought he-?... WHAT?!

'It's not what you think,' he told me quietly, sensing my panic. 'It's… it's a promise ring, Hermione. It's not an engagement, but it's a promise that after school is over, and we're both ready, that… that we'll still be together.'

'Our kids?' I quoted. Draco wanted kids? Of course, he wants an heir, but… but… with me…?

'You don't want kids?' he asked, his eyebrows hidden under his fringe of hair in mock surprise.

'I do – I mean, I will – I mean… oh, Draco, it's…'

I was positively ecstatic. I lifted the ring, and saw it was silver, with two small diamonds and a pearl, entwined to make a flower and two small leaves.

'Hermione,' Molly called over, slightly shocked. 'Is that what I think it is?'

I blushed, and replied, 'No – no, it's not,' just as Draco replied, 'Yes, it is.' I turned to him, mouth agape.

'Aren't you going to reply, Hermione?' Molly asked. 'The poor boy's on tenterhooks waiting.'

I turned to her again, and then back to Draco. 'I…' I paused, and then, realized what I was thinking. 'YES!'

I jumped onto him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He planted his lips decadently onto mine, and I pulled away only when I heard Ron and Harry cough unnecessarily loud.

A/N again. Sorry. So sorry. Shan't happen again… okay, that would be a lie, but still. So, uh, I'm pretty sure I know where this is going, but I'm not 110... so it might be a little while again until I have the next chapter up. Plus, school is really starting to pick up (realistically, I should be working at the moment) and exams aren't too far off. So, please don't hurt me. Just review. The more reviews I get, the more eager I will be to continue writing. So. Review. You know you waaaant to. Ciao. Jacinta.

PS. Do you realize it is only a few months 'til HP7?!?!?!?! AHH!!