"Baby, don't leave."
The three words left her lips before she could stop herself, and she found arms wrapping around her body, pulling him close. "Be close to me..." She whispered into his chest, as though that would perhaps stop him from going. There was no telling how long it would be until they saw each other once more, he was leaving for an extended period this time, apparently it was suspicious that he didn't stay longer, but she couldn't bear to think of him with the death eaters.
A hand snaked into her tangled curls, kissing her forehead as tenderly as he allowed himself to do. "Baby you know I have to run. I won't be long." And with that, he disconnected their bodies that seemed to fit so well together, stepping backwards and away from the petite brunette, knowing if she caught him now he'd never leave.
"Don't you flirt with any of them, Draco. And don't... don't let them hurt you." Slowly, she reached down and pulled his shirt off, ignoring her protests as she pulled hers off as well. Dropping his shirt to the floor, she pulled the one she had just been wearing over his head. It was a simple shirt, a white teeshirt, plain and boring and too tight on his muscular chest. "Think of me."
"Forever, you're the only one to cross my mind." He reached to the hook, and then paused, instead draping his jacket around her shoulders. "I know you hate the rain."
With a single crack he was gone and she was alone. Back to the way things weren't supposed to be.
His owl came much too soon, yet for her it had taken an eternity. As she read she felt the salty tears stream down her face, and she read the words aloud, as though it would capture the author. "I hate this place, and the only thing getting me through the minutes without you is the thought of the smile on your face when I see you next."
As she wrote back, she sighed softly. "Your words serve the purposes you intended, love. They're only making me hurt more, come home, fix me. And know, love, I haven't taken your jacket off."
When the next letter arrived it almost made her grin. "Girl, don't be hurt. I'm covered from head to toe in robes, but without this shirt underneath I'd feel naked."
It almost seemed like it was too soon, when she looked up that morning to see him standing in the living room, still in her white shirt (which was now dirty beyond compare) and that ridiculous grin on his face.
"Hermione, I'm home, I'm back. I couldn't wait. Never again- that was far too long."
As their bodies pressed together and eager fingers worked away pieces of clothing, they each knew why they both belonged here. "Let me see you naked without that shirt."