She ran into him. She couldn't see through her blurred eyes. He had blurred eyes too. They looked at one another. A sneer nor a smirk crossed his face, just understanding. She collapsed next to him on the ground and leaned into him. He ran a hand across her back and smoother her bushy hair with the other. He pulled her into him and buried his face into that hair. She wrapped her arms around him and held him. They held each other neither saying a word. Both just sobbed, the most heartbreaking sounds erupting together. It was a sight to make even a phoenix cry.
Neither moved for a time, other than the rise and fall of their chests, their sobs gently shaking them. The first movement was from him. After taking a few deep breaths he emerged from the mass of tangles he had created in his sorrow. He placed a hand under her chin and tilted her her so he could look into her glistening eyes. He searched her tear streaked face, looking for resistance. When he was sure there was none he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips. She gently returned the kiss, sighing into it. Their lips lingered on one another, and together they deepened the kiss, her nibbling on his lower lip. He removed his hand from her chin to place it into her hair, pulling her closer to him. They fought for dominance until he surrendered to her. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, her hand twirling his hair. When they broke apart they were grasping lightly, their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed. They didn't know if they were panting for oxygen or for something else, they didn't care either way. All what they knew was that they had found comfort in the lease likely of places. They had found comfort between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Comfort between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Comfort between each other.
Okay I feel better, hope you do too.
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