On Monday morning, Hermione entered her office only to find it covered from top to bottom in floral arrangements. "Aww how sweet!" Parvati admired the magnificent sight. "I didn’t know you had a boyfriend?" Hermione slowly approached her desk, spotting a small card within a bouquet. "I don’t." She lied, hiding the card before her friend could see it. Parvati whistled. "Then this is one hell of a gesture, any idea who did it?" "I think so." Hermione smiled. On Tuesday, she received a certificate to Wand, Witch, and Beyond for a full service spa treatment which she desperately booked for after her workday. On Wednesday she arrived feeling fully refreshed and rejuvenated, walking into her now sweet smelling office. Spending some time looking at the flowers, she almost missed the small velvet box on her desk. Biting her lip, she reached out and weighed the box in her hand. It couldn’t be.  Prying it open, she sighed. A pair of emerald earrings. She shook her head and cursed herself for jumping to conclusions. On Thursday, she was greeted by a crowd of people upon stepping out of the lift. "Hermione, there you are!" Harry pushed through to get to her. Hermione raised a brow, confused by her friend’s expression. "Is everything okay?" Before he could say anything, her favourite band appeared. "Are you Hermione Granger?" Hermione almost squealed. "Y-yes." She gulped, in shock that her teenage dreams were coming true. "We’ve got a little something for you." The lead announced, strumming his guitar, playing the first notes of her favourite song. Harry whispered in her ear, "I don’t know how they got in, but the head auror is panicking about the statute of secrecy." Hermione waved him off. Forget that, she would cherish this moment forever.  On Friday, the office was calm. After yesterday's chaos in removing the band and failed attempts at uncovering the person who allowed them inside, Hermione was content on having a normal day for once. By her lunch hour, she had a visitor.  "Come in." She called after hearing the knock at the door. Draco Malfoy entered, giving her a sly smile as he took in her blooming office. "Lovely decor, Granger. Who’s the lucky bloke?" She rolled her eyes, pulling out the card she snagged Monday from the flowers. "Was it you, Draco?" He held a hand over his heart, "me? How dare you insinuate that I would be the romantic type?" She read the card aloud. "This is the start to a week of surprises." "That could be anyone." He approached her, wrapping his arms around her frame. She looked up, "they put your name at the bottom." Draco scoffed. "Bloody bastards. I paid extra for the anonymity." She laughed, giving him a squeeze around his midsection. "Thank you." "Anything for my witch." He kissed the top of her head. She relished in the feeling of being in his arms before she asked. "What about today’s surprise?" "Is my presence not enough?" He joked. "Only kidding, for today’s surprise, I’m afraid I can not give it to you here." Hermione blushed, "then where?" "My place, tonight at 7." He stated. "I’ll be there." Later that night "So how did you manage to get the band past ministry security?" Hermione asked as she lay tangled in his sheets.  Draco hummed as his fingers ran along her bare back. "I can’t give away all my secrets, can I?" "Harry practically had a heart attack." She recalled how he struggled to get them to leave, especially after Hermione’s request at an encore. "Forget Potter, I don’t want to think about him right now." Draco shifted, hovering over her. "And what do you want to think about?" She asked. "You." He pressed their lips together. "My future wife." She took another glance at her now ring-clad finger, still in disbelief since he popped the question after dinner. "Then have at it, future husband."