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“Andy, love, you know I adore you but we have to leave in about-” Hermione walked into their room and saw a quick hand shove something into the pocket of her favorite slacks. “Ten minutes ago.”
“Yes, dear,” Andromeda said, scratching the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. “Your grandson only graduates primary school once, right?”
A light blush dusted her face at Hermione’s inquisitive stare. Amber and honey eyes never failed to make Andy feel like she was being examined from the inside out.
There was no getting things past each other, not anymore. Years of living in the same house will do that to people. Damn their successful relationship.
“Andy…?” Now Hermione was a little worried. Communication was a pivotal part of their relationship. They bragged about not hiding things from each other but especially the older woman especially to her sisters who were not as lucky in way of communication skills. If Andromeda was hiding something… bad news bears.
“Damn you, woman,” Andromeda muttered as she stood up, walking over to the other woman who looked very much like her mind was running around and around without her. “Would you stop thinking for one second, please?”
“One.”
“Har har,” She ran her hand through Hermione’s curls. The woman hardly wore it down to events but she knew Andy liked it down so for Teddy’s graduation, her bold curls were left to their own devices.
“What’s in your pocket?”
“Your new spare key, I wanted to surprise you after you lost the first one,” She pulled it out, a little ginger cat was printed on the head of the key. “Clearly my plan was a failure but look, it has a little cat!”
“Oh thank god,” Hermione said, taking the little key and putting it in one of her own dress pants pockets before resting her forehead against Andromeda’s. “I thought you were hiding a ring.”
A crestfallen look passed over Andromeda’s features. Would that have been such a bad thing? A light thump on the head and a smile was her response.
“No, you dolt, don’t you start thinking too,” Hermione was smiling again and reaching into her other pocket. “I didn’t want you stealing my thunder.”
A slow descent to the floor. Getting down on one knee. Hermione Granger was proposing. To Andromeda Black. How the hell was she supposed to listen to anything the girl was saying if all Andromeda could think was about fucking time . All she could hear was her own heartbeat thudding in her ears. There was no way this was happening.
Just to be sure, Andy pinched herself.
Nope. It was happening. Oh God it’s happening.
“Andromeda Black, annoyingly tall and stubborn woman,” Hermione started as she saw the warm molasses eyes become red rimmed. “Love, we’ve had one hell of a ride.”
A hand came up to Andy’s mouth as the other woman opened the little black box to show a simple ring with a set of small diamonds that Andy would recognize anywhere. It was Hermione’s mum’s ring. And now the older witch was crying. God, when had she become such a crybaby?
“I wouldn’t have wanted to take this ride with anyone else,” Choked words were all Hermione could get out because dammit she was close to crying too. “I love you, like an absolute idiot. You’ve turned me into a hopeless romantic and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Taking Andy’s hand in hers, Hermione slipped on the ring and let out a small breath of relief that it fit well. They could have always got it fitted later but how romantic was it that it already fit? Like it was meant to be. Yeah, hopeless romantic for sure.
“Andromeda Black, will you marry me? Please?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, of course, you bloody idiot.”
Andromeda pulled Hermione up into her arms and yeah they kissed but they also held onto each other like they’d fall apart if they let go.
Such drama queens.
“Thanks for not proposing first.”
“Anytime, darling.”