Frustrated tears began to well until the familiar, winding arms clasped her to his form, eliciting an extended sigh as Hermione surrendered to his comfort and buried her nose in the crook of his neck.
Nothing was going as she wanted it to; Rose was sick with the flu, her boss was riding her for paperwork, and the housework that was waiting for her patiently was never far from her mind.
Draco tightened his hold, wringing out every little, negative emotion that had settled inside of her.
Goosebumps trailed in the wake of his lips, lips that quirked when she moaned as he nipped her earlobe.
"It's alright, love," he whispered, soothing her heart with his words and lightly massaging fingers. "Everything is going to be fine."
And for her so long as, for a stolen second, she could be in his arms, everything would be.
She pulled away, cupping the wizard's cheek, "I love you."
He kissed her, trying to communicate the things he couldn't in words.
"I'll see you tomorrow night, Granger."
Walking to the door as she schooled her features, the witch led him out of her Ministry office.
"Mr. Malfoy, if that is all, I, unlike some, have work to do," she said, gesturing him to leave.
His smile was wryly as he heard her words.
His hand brushed against her own before he swiftly turned upon his heel and marched through the crowded corridor disappearing from view, but not before sparing a few parting words.
"Good day, Mrs. Weasley."
Okay, so I lied when I said The Right Woman would be the only epilogue compliant thing I wrote. I'm sorry!