He fiddled with the box in his hands, smiling at it before looking to meet Hermione’s stare. The sun was just setting. The golden hour made the golden girl shine brighter than he could have ever dreamed. Her curls sat in reckless abandon, skin glowing, freckles reflecting in small constellations. Eyes, a honey that only sparkled more with the threat of tears that were fast approaching. The only thing that Draco could do was stare in awe at the beauty that was Hermione Granger and felt the immediate lump form in his throat at the thought of his next words.