This is a compilation of small drabbles written which focus on the premise of Hermione and Draco meeting during the war. Just snapshots really :)


Meet Me After Dark

They meet in hidden places, secreted away from the rest of the world.

He tells her things that are important, things she ought to know. She listens.

At first he did this because he wanted to save himself, a selfish and wise decision. That's not why he meets her now though. He comes because he likes to hear the sound of her voice, an urgent whisper in the cold night air.

He likes to watch the way the chill seeps into her warmth, biting at her cheeks and making her eyes smart. He comes because he likes the way she watches him, her eyes clear and sharp. All seeing.

Time has passed them by, siphoning like dust through fingertips until it's difficult to recall when or where or why they met in the first place. It's not because of war anymore. War has passed them by as well.

Still, they meet.

And still he talks, and she listens.

He wonders why she's here still, when he knows her friends would wish she wasn't. The safe net of excuses and reasoning is gone. There is no higher purpose. There is only them and he revels in the fact.

He thinks she does as well.