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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47190 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Information laden chapter guys, I've been struggling with chapters 11 and 12 because I've wanted to execute them properly before releasing them. However it's been long enough since an update and so here it is! Chapters 11 and 12 will be foundational for the rest of the story, and the chapters released afterward will pick up the pace. Thank you for your honest reviews! Every Hit, Rating and Review is appreciated!

So without further ado, here is Chapter 11: Dark Days.

Eris

Hermione had completely sorted the events of the previous night in her mind and had decided that above all else, she was not going to feel guilty for her actions. She was not going to feel guilty for suspecting Malfoy and she was not going to feel guilty for enjoying Malfoy’s kisses because Ron had done the same to her. She knew that payback wasn’t something she should indulge in while trying to maintain a healthy relationship but this was a special case where she just didn’t want to bother telling Ronald. Hermione valued honesty and had done her best to live a good and decent life but just this once she was going to refrain for the time being for the sake of the greater good. Once they sorted themselves all out she would tell him, she decided with a firm nod. Plus it was something she was never going to repeat with her blonde roommate again, so they would just carry on as usual.

Hermione tried to make herself believe that this was a sound plan, but after a few moments of thinking about Malfoy’s kisses, she groaned. There was no way that she could ever tell Ron, he would never understand even if they were married with 12 kids. A confession of that magnitude was a complete disaster waiting to happen. Not to mention she wouldn’t even be able to tell him the whole truth. Malfoy hadn’t just kissed her once; he had done it again and again until she couldn’t even think past the desire that had been burning through her veins. He had completely robbed her of her senses and brought her to the edge. She had gotten herself off to him for Merlin’s sake! Something she had never felt the need to do after her far more frequent interludes with Ron.

Hermione brushed her hair out of her face and set the last stack of reports she had to read down on the desk. “No guilt” she reminded herself, the evening was done and over with. There was no real reason to dwell on it anymore. So what she couldn’t walk past the green door at Grimmauld without blushing? So what she couldn’t look Malfoy in the eye at breakfast this morning? Just like he had said, it never really happened.

Hermione found herself frowning openly; she couldn’t make herself believe that either. That had been such a rubbish excuse. Of course it had all happen. How could he kiss someone like that, so many times and pretend it never occurred? It frustrated her that she couldn’t stop thinking about it, and even more so that Malfoy was apparently not thinking about it at all. But either way you need to let it go! She admonished herself sternly, bringing a hand up to the pendant hanging from her neck, forcing her thoughts elsewhere. Luna had agreed to come to dinner that night and she was excited for the chance to thank her properly for her article. But she would be sharing the dinner with Malfoy and Hermione didn’t know how she was going to face him. Sighing and letting the pendant fall back against her skin, she brought her head to her desk. What is going on with me? I should have hexed him, and yet that entire situation was just surreal. How did I just allow that to happen. Even worse, why did I enjoy it? She closed her eyes and groaned again, Merlin how she enjoyed it.

Blaise hadn’t even bothered to go to his office when he reported to work that morning. Draco hadn’t shown up last night which could only mean one of a few things and he definitely wanted to know if his best friend had managed to get over his self-imposed celibacy. He nodded to the pretty red head receptionist sitting outside Draco’s office and didn’t even bother to announce himself before coming in. The first sight that reached his eyes made him want to laugh; he hadn’t expected to see his friend hard at work. But because the blonde was actually reading the proposals, Blaise knew that the story he was about to hear had to be good.

“Hey” Draco called out without even bothering to look up, he knew the Italian would come to visit him sometime that day and had prepared himself in advance. He had spent the entire morning trying to be as productive as possible but his focus had been torn to shreds. So there he was reading the reports he usually never read and signing documents he usually had his secretary sign. His eyes were barely glossing over the details and his signature was looking more and more like messy forgeries. Blaise dropped down into the seat across his desk and crossed a knee. Draco looked up to see a grin on his face and sighed. It would take a significantly less amount of time to just get over discussing “it” with him than trying to dodge. “So who was she?” Blaise asked immediately. Draco dropped his pen and sat back in his chair, feeling the grim weight that had developed last night settling on his chest. He didn’t know how to explain the feeling that was smothering him. He wasn’t some foolish romantic and wouldn’t dare even come close to thinking he was in love with Granger. But the realization that he wouldn’t even have a chance with her disheartened him. It was bad enough he wanted her, but Draco had never been rejected or rather, not allowed to have something. He was a Malfoy dammit! Malfoy’s always got what they wanted.

“She was a brunette” he admitted quietly, gazing out the large windowed walls. Blaise nodded “I take it from your attitude it wasn’t that great then.” Draco shifted his eyes across the room until they met his friend’s steady stare. “It was amazing.” Blaise’s eyebrow arched at this “then why all this, I can tell there is clearly something not adding up here, if she was…” Draco only sighed again as he watched the pieces fall into place. “It was Granger?! Bloody Hell! You managed Granger already! I knew you wouldn’t last…” Draco raised a hand to silence the overly excited wizard and proceeded to explain the previous evening to him. By the end of the story, Blaise was sitting back in his chair with his mouth slightly open unable to believe his ears. After a moment when he was able speak his trademark grin found his face “you’ve got to let me see in the pensieve…” Draco fixed him with a cold glare “this is not a joke, she’s ridiculously arousing and now that I’ve done those things to her, I can’t imagine never resuming them. To make matters worse, she couldn’t even look at me this morning. She’s probably pissed and trying to avoid me. I need to get over this.”

“Well sitting here moody isn’t going to change anything.”

“I’m not fucking moody Blaise, I just don’t know what to do!” Draco returned quickly, suddenly feeling angrier with himself than he anticipated. “This entire thing is complete shit; she is one woman and quite regular at that. It’s infuriating to have your control siphoned away by one little witch! What’s worse is I don’t even have a fucking chance! It’s maddening that I even want one” Blaise leaned forward and brought his hands down on the desk “what’s regular about her mate? Her mind? Her looks? Her heart? Granger has turned into a quite a beauty since we’ve last seen her, she has always had a heart of gold and she maybe the only person on this planet that can match your wit. Possibly even best you, should she try. This whole “you don’t have a chance thing is rubbish”, where did this weak tosser come from Draco? No one cares about your past anymore, not when your future is projected to be so bloody fantastic. You’ve got women on waiting lists to date you, where’s your head at in all of this? Granger is not some fanciful girl that falls for the usual tricks, once she realized that you had intentionally looped time she could have hexed your bits to pieces. But she didn’t. You’re not dim Drake, but you’re intentionally being really thick when it comes to her.”

“Well if you think she’s so perfect, why you don’t have her then. Why not the real deal instead of some doppelganger twins” Draco snapped, his cheeks were flushed red and he brought his gaze back to the sky refusing to acknowledge what the other man said. It was all true of course but he didn’t want to face the possibility that he actually did not know how to pursue a woman. Blaise frowned at the sour expression on his friends face and stood, standing over the other man until he looked at him. Draco met his gaze stubbornly.

“No, I would never do that to you Draco, but someone else will. Whether it’s Weasley who doesn’t deserve her, or Merlin forbid Potter. Someone will see her for what she is and have her. Stop clinging to the dream of being some unattainable bachelor, you were not meant for this life. I mean, you clearly can’t be as awesome as me regularly and you’ve been rather terrible at trying as of late.” Draco shook his head; leave it to Blaise to compliment himself at a time like this. The Italian continued on for a moment but Draco tuned him out.

He knew what Blaise was saying was true. Furthermore he knew that he was far too interested in Granger to be able to just quit without a firm rejection from her. But he just couldn’t fathom what had caused the sudden shift of his feelings. He had been coasting along for years, taking his pleasure where he saw fit. But now all of a sudden Granger was his sole focus? He didn’t like not being in control of himself and he had always prided himself on keeping his emotions in check. He had never held an interest in tethering himself to any one woman; it had been that way for as long as he could remember. So why her?

But Draco was beyond trying to figure out the inner workings of his attraction to Granger. All he knew was that the chances were slim but somehow he still wanted to try. He had to try. Worst come to worst he would fail; and if he failed, well then maybe that would go a long way in helping him get back to normal. Draco refocused his attention on the man in front of him, “well what do I do then?” Blaise’s face lit up in with a smile and he sat back down. “First and foremost Draco, be yourself.”

By the time lunch came, Hermione was up from her desk and on her way to the lift to the second floor. She was completely conflicted where Malfoy was concerned and Harry was the only person she could ask to confirm a few details about him. Trouble was, Harry knew her better than anyone, and she had no clue how she was going to broach the subject without giving herself away. She passed by the Aurors working at desks and smiled at the woman whom she had met before. Drawing her wand she handed it to the Auror to confirm her identity before being allowed entry. She knocked on the door tentatively but smiled brightly when the familiar dark haired wizard answered. “Mione! What brings you here to today?” Harry cleaned off his glasses with his shirt and motioned to invite her in. Hermione shook her head opting to stay by the door. “Want to have lunch with me? We can go to Fortescue’s; I want to talk to you about something.” Harry studied her for a moment as if trying to appraise the severity of the situation and she felt herself avert her gaze under the scrutiny. “Everything alright Hermione?” He asked slowly as if trying to sift out any signals or secret distress messages she might be trying to send him. Typical Auror, she thought with a smile. “Yes Harry everything is fine, I promise, now come along.” He nodded and headed back into the office to grab his wand “lead the way.”

15 minutes later they were sitting at their usual booth with heaps of warm food and ice cream planned to arrive when they were ready. They ate their lunch in a comfortable silence and ignored the occasional reporter who snapped their usual not-so-subtle photo. They had just finished when Harry finally leaned back and asked “so what did you want to talk about?” Hermione steeled her resolve; this was the only way she was going to know if Malfoy was trustworthy and had really changed. The larger part of her was screaming for her to refrain from even bothering to proceed. There was no plausible reason for her to ask about Malfoy. She could live with him just fine and not know anything more than what she currently did about him. In fact, that probably would be for the best considering the previous night. She clearly had lost her mind somewhere along the way in the past month where Malfoy was concerned and knew that she should stay away from him because of it. He had kissed her for crying out loud and then cited that they shouldn’t discuss it because of “the possibility of something neither one of them wanted to admit.” There was clearly something happening that she didn’t understand but deep down Hermione knew the one way to stop it was to definitely not ask Harry a single thing about their Slytherin companion.

“Harry I want to know more about Malfoy and why you trust him. If I hear it from you it will go a long way in reassuring me. I want to be civil to him but up until recently I really didn’t find myself trusting his intentions. I want to give him a chance though.” The words came spilling out before she could allow herself to over think them and she immediately felt the small delight of victory at her self-imposed bravery. Harry nodded thoughtfully at this, before taking a drink from his glass “well that’s actually pretty good of you, Mione, at least you’re trying. Unlike other people we know and love. What do you want to know?” Hermione accepted her dish of vanilla ice cream and grinned as Harry’s eyes widened at the large dish of chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts that was placed in front of him. He was such a little boy in his own way and she adored that about him. No matter how old he got, Harry still got really excited about ice cream since it was one of his first really positive experiences in the wizarding world before Voldemort.

Harry was lost to her for a few moments despite the question he had just asked, so she just enjoyed her desert until he was finished. When she deemed he would pay an adequate amount of attention to her she replied to his earlier question. “How has your living situation possibly worked this long? I can tell that he’s slightly better but Malfoy is still the same arrogant asshole that he’s always been.” Harry laughed and set his spoon in the empty crystal bowl with a satisfied look on his face. “He is and probably will always be that way. He’s a little worse actually. I’d like to knock him down a notch but there’s not much I beat him at anymore, except magic on occasion.” Suddenly Harry’s face lit up “speaking of which, I need you Mione!” and then he proceeded to explain to her about his upcoming wandless duel with Malfoy. She was laughing by the end of it because of his sheer enthusiasm for the chance to learn something new. He had begun on a second tangent of all the things he could do once he mastered wandless magic but she held up her hands in defeat “alright, alright, I’ll help you. It will be quite satisfying to knock Malfoy on his ass” Harry grinned at the thought “he’s not going to know what hit him.”

Hermione nodded in agreement and ordered a second drink “Do you trust him?” Harry didn’t hesitate to answer “as crazy as it is for you to understand, I do, completely. He’s not the same man you think he is. I can’t really explain it but it’s true. I almost trust him as much as I trust you. I’d never thought I’d think of it like this, but you and Malfoy are probably the closest thing to a family I have with the Weasleys of course. Ron will always be my best mate, he was the first friend I’ve ever had but it’s different from you or Malfoy. Ron has this thing where he’s always in some sort of competition with me; which is mental because he’s got everything I’ve ever wanted, a big family, an amazing girlfriend and a good life.”

Hermione reached across the table and took hold of one of his hands; she could tell just from the tone of his voice that this was something that was bothering him. “And while I’ve accepted the fact that that’s how he is, we’ve grown apart these past few years because of it. Sometimes I’m having a good laugh with Malfoy and Ron will suddenly come over and see us and I feel like complete shit having to choose. Malfoy doesn’t ask for anything from me, and he’s not constantly trying to one up me. He just exists in the same level that I do. Ron and I have never had that because he always created these different levels in his head.” Harry paused for a moment “Listen to me, I sound like a girl.” She sighed and rubbed her thumb across the top of his hand. “You do not, you sound like a man who is clearly worried about someone he cares about, and with good reason I might add. But don’t worry dear I’m home and situated, we can both have a chat with Ronald and see where his head is. Between the both of us I’m sure he’ll come around.” Harry just squeezed her hand in response and they sat in silence for a moment longer.

Despite the morose turn the conversation had taken, Hermione still had but one thing on her mind. “Did you really enact a wizard’s oath with Malfoy?” Harry’s eyebrows shot up, clearly that wasn’t something he expected her to ask “how…?” Hermione avoided his gaze and folded her hands in her lap. She bid herself not to blush remembering the circumstances surrounding her gleaning this information less she give it all away. “Malfoy mentioned it, we had an argument of sorts and I decided to see if his story checks out and give him a chance if it did.”

Hermione was proud of herself and quickly caught Harry’s quizzical look with a confident one of her own. She HAD had an argument of sorts with Malfoy. It was something Harry would believe without questioning, meaning she was wouldn’t have to tell him a single thing about the previous night. Harry looked around to the nearly empty parlour, drew his wand suddenly and cast a quick “muffliato” spell. “Yes it’s true; it’s not something I like to talk about considering the media shit storm if anyone were to ever find out but yes, we swore a bond to each other for the sake of the futures we were both trying to achieve.” Hermione frowned openly at this “Wizards oaths are serious as you well know Harry, not as bad as unbreakable vows. But if he ever has proof of any kind violation of your terms he can strip you of your magic. There are loads of other consequences I’m sure you neglected to look into before agreeing to it. Why would you ever do that!?”

Harry looked up from the wand he had been holding in both of his hands and fixed her with a steady green glare. “You do not get to reprimand me for my choices; you have no clue what it was like. Remind me of what it was I lived for from ages 11 to 18 Hermione. Oh yes, to murder a mad man that continuously stripped away everything I ever loved while I stood there helpless until the last moment.” He straightened in his seat and leaned over the table closer to her. Hermione felt the shift in his mood and knew that she had angered him. She felt sorry for it and hated wandering into this territory with Harry. It was rare that it happened, but still on occasion he’d crack for just a moment and she’d be the one to put him back together. She had to get his mind on happier times and quickly. “Remind me what I lived for once I murdered the bastard and was revered a hero by the wizarding world at large Hermione. It sure wasn’t peace and quiet. The only thing I’ve ever wanted, the only goal that kept me sane during the war.” He continued “Oh yes, I remember, I was everyone’s scape goat and dumping ground. I was forced to clean up this society, while everyone else was too busy eating up the glory. I made speech after speech, stood every single trial for anyone suspected during the war. I helped with relief efforts and funding and was booked for function after function. It was sickening!”

His face was awash with a look of disgust and he had his jaw clenched as if offended that she would dare question his choices. “But it was my duty because I was the “chosen one.” The entire society at large guilted me into compliance with the memories of the dead and would not release me until they saw fit. They kept me in the public eye and held everything “in my honor” so that they could feign disrespect if I dare to not show. I went from one set of shackles to another and for what?” Hermione wondered briefly if Malfoy had been the one to help Harry cope in her absence. It was an odd thought but the most likely thing that had happened; she sighed inwardly, I might just have to thank him for it.

Hermione opened her mouth to stop Harry mid rant, but he suddenly expelled a long breath and ran a hand through his long hair. “I’m sorry Hermione, I’m not angry with you. Just thinking about all of this makes me so fucking sick. 11 years of this and there’s no sign of it ending. Most days I want to run away, change my appearance and live in peace.” He crossed his arms and sat back on his side of the booth. “You want to know why I enacted the oath with Malfoy? It’s because we’re exactly the same. Two kindred souls controlled our entire lives and then faced with intense scrutiny once we were cut free. After you left, and Ron became who he is today, the attention on me grew and I lost it. I completely lost it. I was in a darker place than I can ever remember being. I was enraged by the gall of people. That’s why I had started dueling in the first place. People came from around the world to fight me and beating them down with spells made me feel better than I had in a long while. But it wasn’t right, it was some sick thrill to punish the people who came to fight me because of the “novelty” they believed it was. People thought it was some kind of honor to lose to me and that pissed me off even more. But I didn’t want to stop punishing them and so I went to the dueling club more and more often. It made me feel like complete shit after every fight because I could imagine that the triumph I felt was the same exact feeling that Voldemort had with his victims.”

Harry was gripping his wand between his hands and looking unsure whether to continue in lieu of his confession. But Hermione was more concerned with trying to comfort him. She leaned closer and held his gaze as if trying to convey she accepted this aspect of him life. Harry seemed to understand because he continued. “Then Malfoy came one night and challenged me, at first I didn’t know what to expect. But he didn’t say a single word, so I figured he had come to get beaten as well.” Harry sighed “that was my breaking point. To think someone I had thought my equal in passing was coming to fight me because of what an “honor” it would be infuriated me. I had every intention of destroying him, I wanted to hurt him worse than any other challengers.” Harry suddenly smiled “and you know what? He beat me, completely out dueled me in five minutes flat and when he went to help me from the ground, he punched me back down and told me to stop being pathetic. Then he was yelling at me for coming to his rescue at the gala and an entire list of things he had apparently had pent up. It was amazing. Malfoy was looking down at me with the most pissed off expression on his face and suddenly I knew he understood. He was just as angry with the world as I was and the fact that I had clearly let my anger best me had been HIS breaking point. We were exactly the same and all I could do was laugh.” His smile widened and his eyes lit up and Hermione was in awe listening to him. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for Harry after she had left but she was suddenly overcome by emotion. She hadn’t known that it had ever been that bad for him.

Harry suddenly brought their hands together again “Imagine what a sight it was, hundreds of people around us completely amazed that I had just lost, while I lay on the ground bleeding but laughing my ass off. And the best part was that Malfoy got it, it was as if all his bluster just left at once. Next thing I knew we were both just laughing our heads off looking completely mental. Once we calmed down I tried to lie and tell him that my actions at the gala had nothing to do with him but he saw right through me.” Harry looked down to the table “I don’t want to admit this for fear of what you’ll think of me Mione, but Malfoy saved my life. I went to that club and beat down those contenders so that hopefully they would come back and return the favor but worse. I wanted to get beaten. Unlike you, who couldn’t live in a world that had turned so ugly, I couldn’t imagine living period.” Hermione felt her eyes swell with tears and Harry squeezed her hands gently. “It’s alright now, I promise. I haven’t felt that way in years.” He waited for her to calm down a bit before fixing her with his best smile “I’ll never be that foolish again Hermione, you have my word. The entire point of me telling you all of this is that Malfoy came to me with the oath because he needed somewhere to hide and I accepted because I needed someone that I didn’t need to hide from.”

Hermione opened her mouth to immediately refute the necessity of a wizards oath to accomplish that but Harry shook his head “Let me finish, it doesn’t seem as though it’s a good enough reason to do something so serious. But Malfoy moving in with me was a complete disaster once word got out. No matter what I said the wizarding community refused to understand, they targeted us and ripped us to shreds. He had asked initially as a reassurance when it got bad, as if to prove that he meant me no harm. But I declined at that point. Time went by and the situation didn’t improve, we had no privacy, and Ron was so mad at me that he didn’t talk to me for months. It was before I began dating Ginny again and with you gone, I had no one.” He took note of her wide eyed look “I didn’t mention how bad it was in the letters because I didn’t want you to worry. But we had a constant detail of media following us and people camped outside my house picketing my decision. It was getting bad again for me and I was constantly on the edge.”

Harry kneaded the skin of her palms and looked out into the distance as if remembering exactly what he had been through. “But then Malfoy came up with a solution and it was almost as if he was saving me for the second time. Hiding away in Grimmauld, after moving the house had been the most amazing accomplishment of my life. For the first time I had fought back, taken control of at least one aspect of my life and you know what? It was enough. Moving Grimmauld and finally having a space to call my own was absolutely enough. Malfoy saved me from my darkest days, my deepest regrets and gave me the freedom I had always wanted. It was a spur of the moment decision on my part but I was the one that initiated the bond. I had been so relieved and so close to the edge, it was almost as if I owed him a life debt anyway. I mean if he had tried to claim a life debt, I was fully confident that my magic would have complied. Plus he challenged me to duels regularly and so I had an outlet for all my pent up frustration. I just felt completely indebted to him at that point. So I told him I would accept his earlier proposal but only if we pledged loyalty to each other; that even if the entire world abandoned us we would remain steadfast. It seems silly in hindsight and we laugh at how foolish we had been then. But I value my younger self’s stupidity. I’ve never had anyone just stay in my life that wasn’t forced to by circumstance and at the time I was the most impulsive I’ve ever been.”

Harry looked ruthful for a moment but quickly shook his head. “Anyway all of that aside the most prevalent reason, on why I decided to do it, is because Malfoy is everything that I want to be some days. Not the sarcastic asshole, but the confident self-assured part of him. He would have told everyone to fuck off after the war if he were in my shoes. He’s never cared what people think about him and I admire that the most. I constantly wish that I didn’t feel like a disgrace to everyone who’s died in my name whenever I do something that society frowns upon. I mean not to sound weird but in a time where I had nothing, Malfoy was there to stay and that meant everything to me. Honestly I’ve come to enjoy his presence in my life. Malfoy made the difference for me when no one else could.”

Hermione expelled a breath that she didn’t know she had been holding sat back in her chair. Piece after piece fell into place and suddenly she could see Harry’s friendship with Malfoy from all sides. She felt sad, conflicted but grateful at the same time. Malfoy had done what she probably would have never been able to do for Harry at that point. She had been completely oblivious to how badly he was hurting and Hermione could only feel gratitude toward Malfoy for being everything her best friend needed after the war. She nodded to Harry to signify that she accepted his reasoning “I’m going to try then Harry for all our sakes. I’ll do my best to get along with Malfoy.” Harry gave her a wry smile at her declaration “well I said that I enjoy the man, but he isn’t a saint. He’ll drive you barmy before you’ll learn to like him” and then he laughed and just like that all the bad was washed away. Harry stood “well we better head back before we’re fired or else we’ll have to beg Malfoy for jobs.” Hermione grinned and cleaned up her mess “hell will freeze over before I beg Malfoy for anything.”

Harry watched his friend closely as they walked back toward the Leaky Cauldron. It was odd that Malfoy would have told Hermione about the oath considering the caliber of their relationship and when had they had whatever argument it was that led to that discussion? Harry had been home just as much as Malfoy lately and hadn’t even seen the two of them talking much less arguing. Plus her behavior was downright dodgy. Hermione blushed while explaining how she knew about the oath in the first place and Harry could tell that there was more to the story that she was letting on. Realistically they could all live in the house together just fine as they were now. So her sudden interest in Malfoy’s character was peculiar to say the least. Harry could always tell when Hermione was up to something, he knew her better than she knew herself on some days. There was something going on between her and Malfoy and Harry was determined to figure out just what it was.

“I’ll see you tonight” Hermione told Harry as he got off at his floor. She made her way to level nine but was immediately surprised to see a familiar redhead standing in the completely deserted corridor. “Ronald what are you doing here? Anyone without clearance is not even allowed on this floor.” He gave her a sheepish look and stuck his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “I know, they still haven’t changed my clearance back from when I was an Auror so I take advantage of it from time to time. But I had to see you and it couldn’t wait.” Hermione stopped a few paces from him; he must’ve come directly after she left to have lunch with Harry. From the look on his face she could tell that he was hungry. It wasn’t often that he missed a meal and though he was well toned and muscular she wondered how that would equate later in life for him. She found herself studying his appearance in wonder, unruly red hair, disheveled apparel and too much cologne. “Well then?” she prompted when he stood there staring for a moment. Ron took a step closer “I’m sorry Mione for everything. I was a complete arse and completely unreasonable, please forgive me.”

Hermione sighed; she knew that this was gonna happen sooner or later. She just didn’t expect it to be while at work. She had the overwhelming desire to make him work a bit harder for her forgiveness but suddenly had the thought of being pressed up against the unforgettable black door with Malfoy pressing kisses down her neck. The flashback caused a hot blush to fan her cheeks and spurred her into action. She pulled Ron into her embrace and mumbled sweet words of encouragement and acceptance of his apology. When she pulled back he was smiling brightly “you are always the best, will I see you at dinner tonight?” Hermione returned his smile but shook her head gently “I have a lot to do today after work and we’re having Luna over for dinner tonight. But maybe you could come over tomorrow? We don’t have work and so we can find something pleasant to do.” Ron agreed eagerly at this before pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “Sounds like a plan, lunch is over and I’ll see you around?” Hermione nodded and he smiled at her before giving her a second kiss and heading for the lift.

Hermione stood there for a moment watching the space where her boyfriend had been standing. She didn’t know how she felt about their whole reconciliation but there was one thought that had been bouncing around her mind since she first saw him standing outside her office. When did I stop thinking Ronald was handsome?

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