Draco sucked in a breath, filling his lungs with much-needed oxygen. He dug into his slack pocket and pulled out the box that fell to his feet just a few days earlier. He twirls his household ring, the cold "M’ pressing into his fingers. He steadies himself, making an intense eye contact. "I’m proposing to Hermione, and I’d like to ask for your blessing. Having your blessing is something that means so much to me, to us."