Draco sighed and got to his knees. "It's over." He whispered, cupping Hermione’s chin. "Its fucking over Hermione. We lived." He dragged his fingers through the knotted hair on her neck and pressed his forehead against hers, feeling the thud of her pulse beneath his palm. His pocket felt heavy, he lifted his good arm into the torn fabric and pulled out a little diamond shaped velvet box. He supposed surviving a war was as good a time as any. "I will never love someone the way I love you. There was never anyone else for me - as long as you existed my decision was made. You didn't take away my choice, you are the only person I would ever choose in this life and the next. Maybe not tomorrow, or even this year because I know we are still so young. It can be whenever you want but please - marry me?" He popped the top of the box open with one hand and held it up to her shaking fingers. 