Her breath caught as she looked at the ring and then looked back at him. Despite everything, despite her wishing and hoping and expecting, it still came as a surprise and she realized then, what the special dinner really had been about. She gave him a sudden, rueful smile. "The discussion rather circumvented your plans for the evening, I take it?"
She let her fingers slide over the velvet of the box, not opening it, half afraid to. When you'd wished and waited and hoped for something for years, half a decade, and it was suddenly in front of you, she realized there was a real fear of it being much less then what it had been built up in her mind.
Unexpectedly, she felt the prick of tears, and blinked rapidly to hold them back. "Is this really what you want, Draco? I won't mind waiting... if that's what you need. I really won't." She didn't want him to propose to her out of some feeling of obligation. Not that she thought he would, but... well, everything was sort of fuzzy at the moment.