The Meeting
Author's Note.
This one shot is set about one year after the war. Draco fell in love with Hermione during their school years and hadn't seen her since the war. I hope you like it :)
He could still remember her. Everything about her. It had been ages since he had last seen her. A year, perhaps. Or maybe half a year. Spirals of steam warmed his face as he took a long sip of his coffee. He cringed at the bitter aftertaste. She had loved black coffee and he still didn't see it's appeal. Soft melodious music filled the café, blocking out the soft chatter of the other customers.
The young man sighed, running a hand through his tousled blond locks, his steel grey eyes looking at the people passing by on the other side of the glass window. Raindrops glistened on the clear glass, a few making their way down the glass. He could still remember how she loved the rain. How her eyes would light up at the sight of raindrops pattering on the grey cobblestones. He lifted the porcelain cup, downing the remaining dregs of his coffee and gently placing it back onto it's saucer with a soft clink. He looked back at the window, absentmindedly noticing how all of the people carried umbrellas.
However, there was only one girl who wasn't holding an umbrella and, strangely enough, a smile played at her lips. Her unruly chestnut brown curls tumbled down her back, drops of water clinging to it. Her sun kissed skin contrasted with the wine red trench coat she wore. Her head was thrown back, as if embracing the rain. But he couldn't help but be captivated by her eyes. They were a lovely shade of brown, full of life. He couldn't help but wonder where he had seen her before, for she looked oddly familiar.
Realisation dawned upon him.
It was her.
Placing a few notes on the table, he got up and headed out of the café. He meandered his way through the crowd, muttering several apologies as he bumped into a few people. He could see her now, walking slowly, completely oblivious to his presence.
"Hermione!" He called, his grey eyes trained on her. She turned, a look of confusion on her features which morphed into delight. Their eyes met as he made his way towards her, wrapping his arms around her petite form. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her familiar scent. She smelled like apples. He smiled, remembering that she loved eating apples.
"I missed you, Draco." She whispered, her head buried in the crook of his neck.
He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her in his arms. She felt warm and having her pressed against him made his heart pound.
"I missed you too," He replied, entangling his his fingers in her brown curls, holding her close to him. They stood like that for a while, the rain battering on their unsheltered forms.
But it didn't matter that he was soaked to the bone, it was nothing compared to how he felt for the young lady in his arms. He gently pressed a kiss to her cheek, their eyes meeting.
Her eyes had always been a warm shade of brown, like caramel. He then took her hand in his, running his thumb over the soft skin. He tilted his head to the sky, noticing that the rain had gotten heavier and people had chosen to shelter in the nearby cafés rather than face the rain. He grinned at her.
"Come on." He tugged on her hand, breaking into a run.
And the two ran, their boots splashing in the puddles, the rain battering on.
He would never forget her laughter.