In a matter of two weeks, everything was in right order. The right person was in Azkaban sentenced with the Dementor's kiss and prosecuted for the murder of Dolores Umbridge and the attempted murder of Hermione Granger, signor Viendoli was released with immense apologies from all the Aurors and a handsome amount of money which he didn't need, the House elves were given better care under the heavy influence of Hermione, and, last but not least, Draco and Hermione were finally together.

"What about no work correlations?" she had teased the first day back to work. Draco had rolled his eyes and taken her into his arms.

"Fuck it," he blatantly stated and had kissed her. Harry and Ron hadn't been ecstatic when they officially announced themselves a couple, but both soon got over themselves, and Ron took a fancy to Lavender Brown. Ginny, her best girl friend, had stood by her side when she told them. At the moment, Hermione's life was absolutely, bloody fantastic.

It was already September 19, two months since they had gotten together. Hermione looked at the emerald necklace lovingly, then at the wedding ring he had let her keep. She no longer wore it on her left ring finger, but wore it as a promise ring on her right. She noticed that Draco still wore his too.

A masculine voice broke into her thoughts of the past. "Wake up. Are you sleeping on the job, Granger?" he teased. Hermione looked up and smiled.

"Hullo," she said and looked back at her ring.

"You like it?" he asked with a smirk. Hermione grinned at him.

"Yes, I do."

"Let's go out," Draco suddenly said, and Hermione laughed at him.

"You are very random today! Alright, let's go to dinner," she said with a giggle. Draco smirked again.

"Come on, then! I'll take you out for a birthday dinner." He grabbed her coat and hat and walked out the door.

"Draco!" she yelled after him. After she piled her papers together, she quickly closed her fireplace to the floo-network, closed and double-locked her door and windows, grabbed her book bag, then ran after her boyfriend who was currently waiting for the lift. "You git!" she said with a grin that betrayed her fake anger. Draco laughed and helped her into her cloak, then placed her hat over her hair which was in a bit of a messy chignon. "Do I look alright?" she asked as she tried to set her hair pretty again. Draco smirked and kissed her nose just as the lift opened.

"You look beautiful as always," he said with a wink. Hermione rolled her eyes and put the ponytail holder in her teeth as she tried to bunch all her hair up together.

"Trust the man you love not to tell you the truth," she mumbled and Draco laughed and led her into the lift.

"Trust me, you do," he whispered into her ear and Hermione blushed as she tied her hair into a ponytail.

"Thank you, Draco," she said with a smile, and he smiled one of his rare genuine smiles back at her.

Dinner was marvelous. They went to a nice café, nowhere too fancy such as a five-star restaurant, or too casual like a fast-food shop. They sat in a private, secluded booth in an empty area, and where the kitchen was close enough so they could smell the wondrous foods baking in there. Draco ordered pasta and Hermione ordered ravioli. When their foods came, both burst into laughter.

"I guess we can't escape the Italian influence now, can we?" she said with another giggle. Draco smiled his dazzling genuine smile again at her, and they ate. Unlike the awkward silences they had had back in Italy, both took nearly an hour and a half eating their food, they had so much to talk about.

Finally, the waiter came and asked if they wanted any desserts. Hermione shook her head politely, and the waiter cast a glance at Draco who was staring pointedly at his girlfriend.

"Get a chocolate cake," he said. Hermione raised a brow.

"I don't want it."

"Get it."

"No! I don't want it I said!"

"Share it with me then."

"Draco! Don't be silly!"

"Get a bloody chocolate cake!"

"Draco!"

"Hermione."

"No!" Draco looked up at the waiter and smiled his debonair smile, and Hermione knew what was coming.

"She'll have the chocolate cake," he said with a grin. Hermione rolled her eyes and put her head in her hands. There was no use fighting him when he was this stubborn enough to argue about it like this. She almost always got her way, though. He usually didn't care about things as much as she did. But he sure wanted that chocolate cake…

"Why do you want that cake so bad?" she asked once the waiter left.

"Because I have an obsession for it and I wanted you to order it so I didn't look like a fatty," he deadpanned with a serious face and without looking away from her auburn eyes. Hermione burst into laughter.

"Tell me you're joking!"

"I don't joke," he said with an eyebrow raise. Hermione just laughed even harder.

"You're killing me!"

"Wow, I found Hermione Granger's greatest weakness! Witty jokes on chocolate cake and fat people." He was rewarded with her laugh once again. "You know, your laughter is absolutely melodic," he said with a grin. Hermione smiled at him, wiping tears out of her eyes.

"And you are absolutely hilarious when you want to be." Draco smirked.

"Abso-bloody-lutely!" Hermione smiled at him again just as the chocolate cake came. The waiter placed it on the table, took out his wand, and pointed it at the cake. A candle suddenly came up in the middle of it and small fireworks burst 'round the cake, lighting the candle. Hermione was in awe.

"Happy 27th birthday, Hermione. You are officially older than me now, you grandmother!" Hermione blushed.

"Well you seem very happy that you're dating a grandmum!" she said before closing her eyes and making a wish. Draco smiled, the candle's flame dancing in his eyes.

"I am," he murmured more to himself than to her. Hermione opened her eyes and blew the small candle out. Then, before her eyes, the cake seemed to melt and she gasped. Draco grinned wickedly as the cake melted, melted, and soon it was a platter of goo. The waiter sighed.

"This happens a lot. Sorry about that. I'll get you another." The waiter took out his wand and pointed it at the plate. Draco pulled his out as well.

"Let me do the honors." He pointed his wand at the plate instead. "Scourgify," he said, and before their eyes, the melted cake disappeared and underneath all of the mess was a diamond ring. It was absolutely beautiful, much more than the one she wore right now. It was silver with two bands attached. The first band held the large, sparkling diamond and engraved on the back were the words, ti amo, in flowery letters, the first indication of her love for him which had been in Italian. It had small emeralds leading to the diamond as well.

On the second band, there was a line of diamonds imbedded into the ring. On the back of this band read, DM+HM. Hermione could only gasp as she stared at it, too afraid to touch it and come back to reality and out of her dream. Draco saw her flabbergasted face and smiled. "Thank you," he said to the waiter, and the waiter took it as his cue to leave them alone. Draco took the ring from the plate, stood up, and kneeled down in front of her seat, leaning his forearms on the table. Even if there had been a crowd watching behind them, they both knew that this moment could not be ruined with embarrassment.

"Hermione, I know we've only been dating for two months, hell, we've only been civil to each other for three, but I have to admit, those have been the best bloody two months of my life. I know it sounds sappy and whatever, but I mean it. I want to marry you. So, will you be my wife as Mrs. Malfoy?" he asked, his grey eyes gleaming. Hermione couldn't speak, so Draco rolled his eyes. "And I know I'm moving really fast, but I guess I could wait another three months or so to have a wedding!" he joked, and Hermione giggled.

"Draco…" she started, but no words could describe the emotions she was feeling right then. Tears came to her eyes and she didn't bother to wipe them away as she threw her arms around his neck and nearly tackled him to the ground. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, and Draco laughed, encircling her waist with his arms.

"Thank you," he said with a chuckle and kissed her neck, then pulled her back to kiss her properly. Once she had been thoroughly snogged, Draco suddenly pulled back. "I need you to put the ring on in order to fulfill your commitment," he said with a bright smile. Hermione giggled and sat back down in the booth, allowing him to get up and kneel again.

"Why don't you put it on me?" she asked, and Draco smirked and complied, making sure to slip it on her wedding ring finger very slowly. "I never wear rings, but look at this! I already have two!" she said with a grin. Draco smiled and stood up.

"And I gave you both. Don't you feel special," he stated with a wink. Hermione laughed.

"Oh, yes I do. Not because I have the rings, but frankly, because I have you." Affection, the unrecognizable emotion Hermione hadn't been able to fathom two months prior, flickered across his face and stayed in his grey eyes, along with his loving gaze. Draco leaned in to kiss her softly, making it last for what seemed like a lifetime. When he finally pulled back, Hermione's face was rosy and flushed.

"What do you say we get out of here?" he whispered, and Hermione could feel his breath against her lips and his nose brush hers gently.

"Let's," she murmured back, kissing him again before she stood up and took his hand.

"You know, I really did want that chocolate cake," Draco said, pretending to pout as they walked out the door, and Hermione burst into laughter all over again.

-la conclusione-

Author's Note: thank you for reading this story! the chapters were a bit short, but i really hope you all liked it! please review and tell me what you thought about it! -LoVeDoNtHaTe