Their Own Way
After the war, Hermione Granger doesn't like the idea of being alone. She can't find a way, even though she'll try her best, to sleep alone in a huge bed made for two. It started with a simple promise.
A midst of the battle that surrounds them, he stood there, his eyes searching through hers as if memorizing every speck, every emotion that filled her eyes. He cupped her face and kissed her for the last time.
"After everything, after you show your face in front of them. After you finally betray them by making our side win, promise me that you'll never leave me again. Promise me that Draco. Promise me that aside from surviving this war alive, promise me you'll stay with me and never ever leave me again and make me wait for you to come back. I don't want the sickening feeling I feel every single time you leave our safe house just to risk your life for the Order. Promise me Draco. Come back to me and never leave again."
He smiled and nodded before voicing out his promise. "I promise."
"D-do you love me?" she asked, her voice cracking as time ticked. It was nearly time for him to leave again and fight.
"Deeply and always, Granger," he said above whisper as his thumb lovingly ran across her cheeks. "Do you love me, Hermione?"
She nodded as silent tears rolled down to her cheeks. "Deeply and always"
She watched him, memorizing him not knowing when he'll be back or if he'll ever come back. She watched him as he ran his hand through his blond hair. She watched him grab his Auror robes and shrugged it on. She watched him turn around and face her. She watched him as she sat at the middle of their bed only a white sheet covering her modesty.
She thought it would stop after the war. No more raids, no more missions, no more reasons for him to leave her for days, sometimes months.
She tried to fight back tears as he crawled his way to her on the bed. She tried not to look at him. She'll never get used to this.
"Hermione," he whispered, lifting her chin up to make her look at him. "Do you love me?" he asked, seeking for reassurance from her.
"Deeply and always." She answered back, not even trying to stop the tears from rolling down. "Do you love me?"
"Deeply and always, Granger," he replied with a soft lingering kiss.
When he made himself stand up and grabbed the things he would bring, she spoke up knowing he was waiting for her goodbye.
"Come back to me?"
He then smiled and said, "Don't I always?"
She then laughed, tearstained and her voice hoarse from crying and sex before she said her final words for him. "You better be Malfoy because I don't a dead groom waiting for me at the altar."
He left her like always with his laugh lingering in the air after the quick 'pop' of his apparation.
She was contented though. She'll never complain, especially if that's the way he says he loves her. After all, that's their own little way of expressing their love for each other.
A/N: I hoped you liked this one. I am actually planning on moving the last two drabbles I posted to be placed here. I don't really know. Oh well.