Pansy loved the way she could tell so many things about Draco by the way his eyes looked. "Neither has mine. You can have all of my milk chocolate," she smiled, lifting a hand to brush her fingertips across his cheek. Was she really allowed to do that again? Allowed to greet him with a kiss, touch him when she wanted to? Her smile widened even further at the thought. It wasn't perfect yet, but she was so very happy to have this right now.
Her eyes widened, like a child's on Christmas morning, as she took the small box from him. "Patience was never my strong suit, Dragon," she grinned playfully, running her fingers over the box before hooking her thumb around the front of the box and lifting the top to open it. She gave a tiny gasp, looking between the silver ring and Draco. Her skin flushed and she lifted the ring out of its resting place.
"Oh, Dragon, I love it," she said breathlessly, honestly. She wanted him to call her his, wanted him to be hers. She hesitated, though. What was the protocol for wearing a ring he gave to her. Which hand should she wear it on? Which finger? So many questions, but one thing was for certain: everything else she got would pale in comparison.