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Through the Son	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes:
I couldn't sleep.
I should have posted this hours ago.
Depression is looming and eating me up again.
SOMETHING NEW.
I didn't write a title.
Come up with a title you guys?

Chapter Thirty

“And stay out!”

They both landed fairly on their feet as they were thrown out of the bar.
The other men inside still kept giving them dirty looks but on a two on twenty bulky men, they both knew that even with wands, they were at a losing end.

“For the record, this is the second time this happened to us and it’s your bloody fault.” Draco spat at him straightening his clothes out and standing straight.

“Third time.” Harry corrected him removing scoot from his cloak where the other bar man held him by the collar. “The second time you were the one who lost it at that Scottish seafood restaurant.”

Draco looked up at him to protest, but his eyes narrowed as he recalled the incident and he rolled his eyes remembering the incident.

“Whatever.” Draco murmured not wanting to speak about that time. “So what now?”

“Well first, we need to find a place to sit down-“ Harry breathlessly asked him.
“And get ourselves thrown out again?” Draco interrupted him. “No, thanks. Speak here what you have to say.”

“I can’t just give you instructions here-“
“I beg your pardon?” Draco coldly told him. “Who says I’m giving you the right to give me instructions?”

He looked back at the blonde in front of him.

He knew this was going to be trouble the moment he returned but he also knew that he didn’t have any choice.

Lucius Malfoy was a big problem right back up their arse and if Draco wasn’t there, he was sure that the damage of that was bigger.

Draco was the line that was drawn in between the safe reality of what they had now against the past that they were sure was going to destroy a good present and future they both worked so hard to give Hermione.

“Well, you better act according to our plans!” Harry told him off as they began to walk down the street looking for a better place to talk. “Marrying her? Really?”

“If I didn’t know any better, Potter, this isn’t at all about marrying her.” Draco sneered at him, walking faster next to Harry as they tried to avoid the crowd at the main road who were about to cross.

Harry looked violated.

“Meaning?” Harry bitterly spat back at him. “What do you-“

“You know what I mean.” Draco said halting on his steps and Harry had to walk back to him, eyes focused on Draco’s. “You’re only mad because I asked her to marry me.”

“You really thick that highly of yourself until now, don’t you?” Harry sneered back at him folding his arms over his chest.

Draco stared at him, eyebrow raised.

It was a mannerism that Harry never actually did unless he was very defensive of himself about something.

And right now, he obviously was.

“Well isn’t that the truth?” Draco went on seeing the effect he was doing on Harry. “You’re not pissed because she got engaged over this whole bloody Marriage Law. You got pissed because she’s engaged to me.”

“You think?” Harry said unfolding his arms and walking right at Draco and matching his stance. “You think I’m bloody-“

“Well, isn’t that truth?” Draco coldly shot back at him. “You’re bloody pissed that we’re right back at it.”

“You think Malfoy that it’s all about you-“

“I thought this is about you being pissed on it?”

“You think you still affect me?”
“No. But you’re obviously affected that she’s engaged and set to marry me. Again. Right back to square one as you’ve mentioned-“

“You have no idea-“ Harry spat at him halting Draco from walking again and away from him. “You just don’t know what I-“

“Well, isn’t that what’s shaking your balls off?” Draco interrupted him with a smirk over his face. “Well if you’re so pissed then you should have acted fast and acted first and asked her to marry you instead-“

“Well, I already bloody did.” Harry spat the words out of his mouth out of spite. “You should-“

Draco stopped and turned to him and Harry’s eyes widened at the realization of what he had just told him

“Wait, a second –“ Harry began as Draco halted and turned to him, a shrewd look over his face. “What I mean is that-“

“You what?” he slowly asked him turning back. “What did you bloody say?”

Harry stared back at Draco’s suddenly enraged expression as he grabbed him, forcing him to look him in the eye.

“What did you just say?” he asked the poisonous hate distinguishable at the tip of his tongue.

Harry stared back at Draco’s enraged expression.

For a moment there, he saw the boy he hated so much, the young Slytherin Seeker who made a handful of his time at Hogwarts miserable and the same Death Eater who had killed Albus Dumbledore.

Draco’s cold glare was a mixture of hate and disappointment and disbelief towards what he had just told him.

He looked betrayed beyond his wits.

“Malfoy- wait – let me just clear it out-“

“What did you just bloody do?” Draco menacingly asked him as he advanced. “You little prick – I trusted you despite everything-“

“Nothing happened – “ Harry reasoned at him, “I only asked – I panicked because of the law – it was nothing else but I did ask her to marry me-“

SMACK.

Harry already knew that Draco’s fist had landed squarely over his face before he had hit back the ground.

He fell at the sidewalk, bloody dripping from his right nose.

“Bloody fuck.” he clearly heard Draco spat angrily, loud and clear next to him as he gave them both a moment before bending over to pick him up by the collar of his cloak, dragging him towards a less crowded corner street.

“You’re here again.”

A familiar and unwelcome voice came by her table.

Hermione folded the small parchment containing her letter for Harry and kept it out of sight as she looked up at the pointed pale face of Draco Malfoy.

“I could say the same to you.” Hermione quietly said gesturing towards the window. “I saw you crossing over the street.”

“Were you expecting I join you?” he asked and although unwelcome and uninvited, he pulled up the chair in front of her and sat at the same chair and table he did so months ago.

She looked at him and didn’t say anything.

The Dark Lord Voldemort was back and now the whole wizarding world knew of it.
He was recruiting and the world was beginning to crumble at their feet.

“Are you following me, Malfoy?” she asked and though her voice was calm, her eyes were cold on him.
“Why would I do that?” he asked back with a very short smirk from his face as he settled on their chair in front of him.

He raised his wand to the waiter and asked for two of their best-selling coffee and then glared back at Hermione whose eyes were just transfixed at him.

“Do you find this amusing?” she asked him after a while. “Do you find everything as a joke?”

He stared back at her and he looked offended by her words.

He wasn’t there to laugh or mock or anything.
He wasn’t even sure why he was there.

But every summer, he watched her at that café every three in the afternoon on every Friday of the month.

It was a one time he saw her and out of curiosity, had then followed the routine, just watching her usually across the street.

Hermione would stay at the same corner table by the window, reading a book or writing something.
She was always alone and if she talked to anyone, it’ll either be some elder people walking past her table or the servers of the place offering her something new from the menu.

She was always alone.

Whether it was her choice he wasn’t sure.
But though he was always unwelcome as he always knew it to be, she never outright asked him to leave or hexed him to ask him to do so.

“I don’t find anything amusing.” Draco told her. “I came here to read a book and have coffee. The usual.”

Hermione’s lips pursed as she uncrossed her legs under the table and crossed it the other way..
Draco stared back at her and couldn’t help but stare at the nice dress she was wearing that revealed nothing but except the nice cut over and around her neck that shaped perfectly along her curvy cleavage.

He looked away, blushing when he realized that he was staring right at that spot of her and if Hermione noticed, she didn’t say anything about it.

“Coffee?” Hermione slowly asked him back. “And to read? There are many other vacant seats around us, Malfoy.”

She sat back comfortably, folding her arms over her chest and obviously waiting for him to explain why he was sitting by her table.

Draco opened his mouth but the waiter came to their table bringing in two of the usual coffee cup that he orders for them and he watched as Hermione thanked the server with a friendly smile and gesture.
The smile and expression quickly vanished when the man walked away and her face turned back to him.

It was indeed amusing to watch her turn from some warm and cozy person to the ice-princess on the next just because she was with him.

“We’re not children, Malfoy.” Hermione said her eyes on him. “We both know that’s not the truth. This isn’t the first time you did this and we both know that’s the truth. You don’t come up here to read and to drink some Muggle coffee every week at this day and hour.”

“You think I’m following you?” Draco asked calmly as he reached over the cup and began stirring the hot coffee in front of them.

“Yes.” Hermione answered him in a heartbeat. “At first I thought it was just me and then I realized it wasn’t. You’ve been doing this every summer. You’ve been doing this for some time.”

“And you’re sure you’re the one I come here for?” Draco asked with a small smile over his face as he took a sip from the coffee. “You don’t even think it’s the good coffee they have here?”

In truth, it was the sweetest coffee he has ever tasted and he hated the crap out of it.
But she always ordered the same thing so he orders them the same thing every time he was there.

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the owner of the café gets a vast and generous tip every summer for the mere information of my presence here. Yes?” Hermione asked him and Draco stopped in mid-action of stirring his coffee as he stared back at her, expression blank.

“Excuse me?” Draco looked revolted.

“Don’t deny it.” Hermione said. “I know you’ve been giving a generous amount of tip at the café to the owner to give you a head’s up whenever I’m here already. You’ve been doing it for long and the first time you were forced to reveal yourself was when these boys over the summer-“

“Boys over the-“
“The ones you Stupefied, Malfoy.” Hermione said through gritted teeth interrupting him. “See? You’re not even – you seem proud of what you did-“
“Because I was.” Draco told her recalling the memory of it. “And they all thought they passed out from drinking.”

She stared at his smiling expression.

If only it wasn’t Malfoy and if only the stalking wasn’t an issue for her, she would have found the memory funny and his presence, welcome.

“You’re missing my point.” Hermione said after a while watching Draco continuously smile at the previous memory. “I can’t believe you’re doing this on purpose.”
“Doing what on purpose?” Draco asked her slightly irritated.

“This.” Hermione said unfolding her arms and uncrossing her legs under the table as she began to lose her cool. “You’ve been following me! You’ve been doing this for a long time and it’s not even funny. Why are you doing it? Why are you following me, Malfoy?!”

Draco stared at her, completely lost for words.

He wasn’t sure what to tell her.

He wasn’t even sure why he wasn’t outright denying what he was doing and was now running for his life to hide the humiliation of it.

Draco Malfoy, Slytherin and a Pureblood descent – following, stalking a Muggle-Born witch who was not just a Gryffindor but was also at the other side of the fence in the war.
No, he wasn’t sure himself what he was doing.

For a moment, Hermione thought that Draco was going to reason something, was going to lie or anything else.

But he didn’t.

His expression slowly changed, he was back in his calm expression as if what they were discussing wasn’t a big deal for him at all.

“You’re really not going to talk about this, are you?” Hermione asked him knowing the truth anyway. “Fine. Let’s talk about something else.”
“You do like talking, don’t you?” Draco said as he began over the club sandwich that a waiter just brought the rest of his order by the table. “Can’t we sit back and appreciate the good food even just for a very short moment?”
“Fine.” Hermione said ignoring his request. “Let’s talk about something else. Last month.”
“Last month?” Draco said swallowing a large portion of the clubhouse sandwich. “About two weeks ago? I don’t recall being here. We had school if you have forgotten. We were at Hogwarts.”
“Exactly.” Hermione pointed out with a smirk. “We were at Hogwarts. That time, before the..”
Draco looked up at her pause as it obviously gave her something to think about, something to dread about.

“Before the what?” he slowly asked her, concerned at the way her expression had changed.
She looked back at him after being lost for a moment.

“Granger-“
“At Hogwarts.” Hermione continued breathing deeply. “Before we were to the Ministry. You and your squad. You were under orders from that vile woman.”

Draco paused.
He stopped eating and he knew what was going to come next as she stared at him, waiting for him to deny or explain something to her that he wasn’t even sure himself why he did.

“You saw us.” Hermione pointed out. “You saw us escaping. You didn’t do anything about it and you even lied to Pansy. What’s that all about?”
There was challenge in both her gaze and her tone.
She had her down at all ends and there was no denying it as she cornered him about this particular event.

“I panicked.” Draco said unsure anyway what he was going to reason out. “There were a lot of you.”
“A lot of us?” Hermione said moving closer to the table. “It was just me Malfoy. And you were armed and I had –“
“What do you want me to say, Granger?” Draco impatiently said moving his plate and cup of coffee slightly away from him and moving closer the table as well so they could hear one another’s whispers clearly.
“I want you to tell me the truth.” Hermione hissed back at him. “You lied to Pansy about us when you obviously saw us escaping. You led them away and I was there and barely armed, Malfoy. Why did you save my life?”

He looked back at her obviously rattled by her questions and it was getting harder by the moment to deny things from her.
She was always intelligent and could put things together in a snap and a blink.
She had obviously dwelled on that incident long enough to corner him now.
Had she been thinking about it the whole summer that had passed?

“I saved your life?” Draco repeated not meeting her eyes. “I know you’re always ahead of yourself, Granger. But I didn’t know that you’d be this way-“
“I’m not kidding with you, Malfoy.” Hermione interrupted him shoving away the napkin from the table he had been trying to reach. “Look at me right now and tell me I’m wrong. Look me in the eye and tell me that you didn’t save my life and I’m bloody mistaken to what I saw that day at school.”
He looked at her.
And for a moment, he thought she was angry.
No, she wasn’t.
She looked confused and slightly agitated but she wasn’t angry about it.
If any, she looked desperate enough for an answer to tolerate him by her table right now.

“Why is it a big deal to you?” Draco asked her as he gently removed her hand around his wrist. “It was just a spur of a moment. I didn’t know what to do and everyone else was running over their arses.”
“You had clear orders from Umbridge.” Hermione pointed out unable to put it down. “You were to capture each or any of us. You had me then, Malfoy and yet you didn’t –“
“It was a spur of the-“
“I heard Pansy.” Hermione cut him short. “I heard you. You led them away. Why did you do it, Malfoy?”
“I don’t know why this is such a big fuss for you, Granger-“
“Because I want to know the truth-“
“I already told you it’s just spur of the moment-
“Don’t lie to me!” Hermione squealed at the top of her lungs calling the attention of the nearby tables.
“Hermione, calm down.” Draco said reaching for her across the table. “Just bloody sit down and-“
“Don’t tell me to calm down- “ Hermione angrily told him moving her hand away from his reach. “I asked you-“
“Why do you have to know something that has passed already-“
“Because I want to know-“
“It doesn’t even matter-“
“It matters to me-“
“I already told you – why is this even a big deal for you-“
“Because I want to know why you saved my life!” Hermione shrieked at him, eyes wild at his direction.
“Because Pansy was bloody hell going to really hurt you if she saw you-“
“But why?!” Hermione still asked him. “You understand my question, Malfoy – why did you-“
“I bloody don’t know!” Draco yelled back this time. “I bloody don’t know what you want me to say-“
“I want you tell just tell me the truth-“
“I already told you- “
“You had to do it, you had a reason Malfoy – tell me what it is-“
“There wasn’t any-“
“Make me understand!” Hermione equally yelled back at him. “Make me understand-“
“I couldn’t see you hurt!” Draco raged back at her. “I couldn’t see you hurt – that’s all I know – I don’t even understand it – don’t ask me-“
“Bullocks – you’re still lying – tell me why you saved my life-“
“Because I couldn’t see you hurt!” Draco yelled unable to stop the words from his mouth now. “I couldn’t I already told you that-“
“But why would you care? Why would you-“
“Because I bloody like you and I couldn’t stand back there and see you hurt!” Draco angrily spat at her, standing up and throwing the napkin back down the table.

Hermione stared at him, shocked.
It took Draco a moment to recover and realize what he had just said.
His eyes were wide and he stared back at her in utter fear.
The silence around them told them both that they had drawn too much attention as well.
Nearby tables were staring at them already and a waiter was looking at their direction, ready to ask if things were alright and advise that they should take it outside.

“I have to go.” Draco suddenly said, completely red in the face as he grabbed his wand from the other chair and avoided her gaze.
“Wait.” Hermione said quickly seeing panic and fear in his eyes.
He took his things and threw bills over their table aware of the eyes on them now.
“I shouldn’t be here.” Draco muttered more to himself. “I have to go.”
“Malfoy, wait.” Hermione insisted quickly grabbing her cloak as she staggered to pull herself away from the table and follow Draco’s leaving figure. “Wait – Malfoy, let’s talk – Malfoy!”
Draco retreated from the café as fast as he could go, not looking back at her despite hearing her voice calling desperately back at him.
He wanted to curse himself for what he had just said.
He had been careless and spiteful and now it was out.
Snape was bloody going to kill him if he finds out that he had been unable to control his emotions after all the training he had been giving Draco.

His own mother would probably skin and gut him out alive.
He should never have been there.
He should never have stalked her for day one and had controlled himself the days after.

Draco lowered his head and walked faster, hearing her still calling his voice somewhere behind him.
He moved to pull his cloak closer to himself when he realized that he must have left it back at the café where he had hung it at the other chair.
He suddenly felt cold.
In the heat of the summer, he felt exposed and cold walking by the ends of that Muggle street knowing he could never go back there and never show his face to her ever again.

“Do I even ask?”
“No.” Draco said eyeing her for a moment before turning to face her completely on the couch.
Hermione sat by the hotel couch and prepared a hot compress for his face that had a big blue on the left side and a blood-dried left nose.
“I don’t even know what to think.” Hermione said pressing the warm cloth over his face to both clean and heal his slightly beaten face. “Coming back here at this hour. And there I was thinking you were already fast asleep.”
He didn’t look at her, he flinched in pain but he didn’t say anything as she continued to heal his face.
He had strike Harry and had allowed him a few minutes of brawl only to let out both their stress over the situation.
And then they decided to talk again when they were both better and not in the mood to kill one another.
Sometimes, it fascinated him to see himself grow in that kind of relationship with Harry that neither of them really understood yet understand at the same time.
It was weird and mind-boggling, but it was there and it works for them both.

“Did you worry?” Draco asked looking back at her as she damped the cloth’s other side and ready to put over his right cheek again where his beaten side was.
Her eyes passed his left cheek where his burn mark was but she quickly averted her eyes to the other side of his face.
“What do you think?” Hermione said pressing the cloth painfully over his face.
Draco painfully flinched.
“I think you’re trying to kill me.” Draco shot at her flinching in pain as she purposely deepened her press over his injured face.
“Well if you would bloody stay still and stop talking we’d finish this fast enough to get some good sleep.” Hermione angrily said throwing the cloth back the basin with warm water.
“Well you’re hurting me on purpose.” Draco complained at her. “If you’d be a little gentle Granger-“
“Well you should have told that to your attacker earlier.” Hermione spat at him obviously enraged but his little activity. “Who did you have a fight with?”
“I thought we’re not discussing it?” Draco asked her not wanting to remain at the subject. “I thought you said-“
“Well, you little bloody prick. You should have been more careful.” Hermione sighed heavily rolling her eyes and taking the cloth again as she continued to heal him. “I don’t want to be the wife that continuously cleans after your mess.”
“So you really consider yourself my wife now?” Draco asked her with a smirk but it quickly faded upon seeing Hermione’s expression. “Aw – Granger-“
“Just so you know, this isn’t funny.” Hermione said striking the beaten blue over his face. “And next time you go for a night brawl don’t wake me up to help you clean up.”
“I didn’t wake you up!” Draco protested as she finished up with his face. “You were here in the living room like some scorned wife waiting for a husband who sneaks back home late-“
“Well what do you think?” Hermione exclaimed at him as she finished up and rigidly grabbed his chin to check both sides of his face if there was any blood or dirt she must have missed. “I was waiting here for hours – not knowing where the fuck you were-“
“So you got worried?” Draco asked her knowing the answer. “Come on, just say it. I wanna hear it.”
“You wanna hear it?” Hermione asked with a raised brow at him. “You wanna hear that you’re a prick who made me wait and made me clean-“
“No, I want to hear that you got worried.” Draco said reaching for her hand and gently holding her to calm her down. “I want to hear that you got worried about me, Hermione.”
He reached for her hand, her left hand in particular and Hermione only stared at him.
His fingers moved and reached over for her left forearm and down the wrist and he made gentle circles and movements to calm her down.
“How did you do that?” Hermione asked staring back at him and feeling herself calm down at the gesture. “How did you know-“
It was the spot in her arm that when correctly treated to, calmed her down.
It was a special gesture that was only ever done by two people in her life.
And she can’t recall telling Draco about it.
“How did you do that?” Hermione accused him withdrawing her arm from him. “How did you-“
“How did I what?” Draco asked quickly letting her arm go. “You’re over thinking again.”
He moved and looked away from her, knowing that he was again under her hard and scrutinizing gaze.

Silence passed them and if she had any question about it, she no longer pursued it.
Her gaze fell instead over his burn mark.
Draco looked up at her, noticing where she was staring.
She tried to break their eye contact but her eyes then landed at the side of his left cheek where his face had been burned.

“Does it hurt?” she asked unable to stop herself from being curious as to how and where he really got it. “Does it still hurt?”

He looked back at her and she did the same, unable to understand the look over his eyes.
He looked at her and he couldn’t help but stare at his lips that looked oddly radiant from the glowing light from the fireplace near them.

Did the scar still hurt?
Did the burn mark he had accumulated during the war still hurt?

“No.” Draco gently answered her looking her in the eye again. “It got healed when I was studying abroad. I stayed at Northern France too; they had a type of medical school that specialized burns and cursed ones.”

Hermione nodded at him in understanding.
She sat before him, eyes on him and for some reason, she felt it again.
Their close proximity always made her feel this way.
Some strange, unknown and literally emotional connection with Draco.
A sort of déjà vu that tells her somewhat that they’ve been in this situation before, that they had talked about these things or rather, had endured and shared the same moments before.

“I stayed at France.” Hermione said suddenly recalling its relevance to her. “For some time. I applied at some work and a short lived vacation.”
“I know.” Draco whispered back at her with a smile.
“You know?” Hermione asked with a half-smile over her face. “You know I stayed at –“
“I mean, I heard.” Draco said giving her an assuring smile. “I heard from some Hogwarts alumna before. Lives of the war heroes were famous and sought after.”
Hermione smiled at him and whether she believed him or not, she obviously brushed the subject away.
Her smile slowly faded as her eyes moved back to his scar.
She couldn’t help but look at it as if it meant something and not just to Draco, but to him.

“Do you mind?” she asked him slowly unable to control her hand as it moved to her scar.
Draco stared at her as her eyes moved and focused over the burn mark.
He shook his head and moved his left cheek closer to her so she could take a closer look at it.
“I don’t recognize it.” Hermione whispered moving herself closer to him and not realizing that they were now not only close to one another but was actually only inches apart, facing one another.
Her fingers gently traced its lines and the shape it created that somewhat created a vague symbol.
“You won’t recognize it.” Draco whispered back at her as his hand slowly moved around her waist and Hermione even moved herself closer his reach. “It’s Dark Magic.”
Her eyes narrowed as she closely started at the burn.
The longer she stared at it, the more she felt curious on its history.

Draco closed his eyes and inhaled sharply as her soft fingers caressed and held his left cheek.
He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination or she was really holding him and caressing him gently.
But he was sure that this wasn’t a good idea.
He already had his other hand around her waist and Hermione’s other hand was actually over his other arm as.
“Who did it?” her voice came to him as she kept her gaze over it as if recognizing something. “Who burned your face?”

Draco’s thought halted.
He opened his eyes and looked back at her concerned features.
He looked like he wasn’t ready to tell her and neither did he look like he wanted to tell her.
But she was asking and she trusted him now – the way he trusts her all the same.

Would it really hurt anything if he told her the truth?

“Draco?” her voice came again as her eyes focused back on him.

The look in her eyes told him that it would hurt.

“My father.” Draco responded no longer meeting her eyes this time. “He did it at the manor. In front of everyone else. In front of my mother.”

Whatever he had been expecting her to react, it was obviously kept from him.
The hate passed her eyes again – the same consuming hate in her eyes returned once more that always alarmed him.
It showed a side of Hermione that not the world knew of but he could recognize it from anywhere in the world.

“He’s going to die a painful death, Draco.” Hermione said as she forced herself to control the tears in her eyes that were threatening to fall. “I swear to you that he’s going to die.”
She looked up at him, spite and bitterness in her eyes and voice.
And Draco felt that he couldn’t look at that kind of pain.
He could no longer take it; to be with her and to be this close after everything.

“Let’s not talk about him.” Draco said gently taking her other hand into his. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
He reached over and removed the damp cloth from her other hand and moved everything else away from them.
She only stared at him, silence in her eyes as she shared the moment with Draco.
He moved to her, closer until their bodies no longer had a gap in between.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione whispered seeing Draco look at her in a manner that was both familiar and vague in her memory at the same time. “You’re right. We should talk about other important things.”

And though she said those words, Draco felt that her thoughts were away from reality.
His fingers closed in around her other hand as her gentle fingers held his in place and his other hand moved around her, pulling her closer to him.
He wasn’t sure if she even realized it but if she did, she obviously had no protest.
Hermione looked back at him and she recognized that look in his eyes.
They were inches apart and she could feel the warmness of his body against her.

“What do you want to talk about?” she slowly asked him as Draco’s face moved closer to her as he edged them comfortably along the large and soft couch.
They obviously both knew what they wanted to talk about or rather, what they both wanted to do.
He looked at her and an understanding passed both their eyes.
If she was afraid, she didn’t show it.
If he was reluctant, he didn’t show it either.

They both felt it but neither considered nor denied the growing feeling inside of them that only matched the uneven tempo of their heartbeats.
Potter was right, he was back to square one.
But bloody fuck.
What the fuck matters anyway?

“Draco?” her voice came again as her gaze met his and she felt his body pressed against him.
“Us.” Draco warmly whispered against her lips. “I just want us.”
“Draco-“ Hermione softly whispered before her voice caught in her throat.

But her words were unheard.
For without reservations, he moved towards her and captured her lips with his and kissed her very deeply with such longing that match Hermione’s.
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