The weight of the small velvet box was burning a hole in my pocket. I stared at Draco as he talked to Mr. Weasley. He caught me staring and looked over at me, direct eye contact. After a moment he showed that smile, ooo, it gave me goosebumps every time. It was like mystery, innocence, joy, and... desire wrapped into one. I don't know how else to describe it. I smiled back and snuck a quick kiss while I had his attention. He bit the inside of his lip and gave me that smile again before turning back to Mr. Weasley. Damn, that man. He knew exactly what he was doing. I can't wait to marry him. I had it all planned out. Christmas morn, we would go on a walk. Blissfully quiet, the snow muffling any sounds we make. There was this tree in the woods behind the burrow that Ron and I used to play in when we were younger. We had set up an old fashion swing. Ya know, the ones with the wooden plank with a rope on either side of it attached to a tree branch way up in the sky. Winter made that place look magical. Made especially beautiful by the snowdrop flowers that bloom during the winter months. I would take him there, to the swing. We would just hang out, talk about fond childhood memories, stuff like that. Then when he is sitting on the swing, and all is quiet, I'll pop the question. Oh god, I'm getting shaky just thinking about it.

Hermione and Ron sat down on the smaller of the two sofas after coming back from the kitchen. Draco and I shared an extra spacious armchair. Hermione and I exchanged excited glances, it's crazy how we just know what the other is thinking now, but I guess after almost 10 years of friendship we've gotten good at silent communication. I think Draco saw and jerked his head towards me. He, too, knew what that look meant, not what it was about per se, but what it meant. His eyes glittered with excitement.

"I'm kinda thirsty, you wanna come to the kitchen with me?" Draco whispered.
"I could go for a drink," With one last glance at Hermione I left the room with Draco.