Disclaimer: I still do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: For Gryff-in-the-Game
He clambered to her apartment. He always hated the fact that she lived in the Muggle part of town, in a building that had flights of stairs instead of a lift. He would've gotten to her sooner. She sent him a note that had two words - two words that would change his life completely.
He crashed into her apartment, the familiar scent of her lavender potpourri welcomed him. His heart pounded. There was something familiar yet odd about her little sanctuary today. He glanced around. Everything was still. Everything was silent. And then, he heard it. A sob.
He found her on her bed, all curled up, her face stained with tears. He made to sit beside her, to find out what was wrong. This wasn't part of their arrangement, but he was far from caring. The bed recognized his weight and creaked, a familiar sound over the last six months. He slid in behind her, spooning her body against his.
Finally, she spoke. "I don't want to admit that I love you, Malfoy, but I can't do this without you."
He fought back traitorous tears, as he silently took in that he's won the battle… Finally. At long fucking last.
"I'm here,Granger," he whispered as he planted soft kisses along her neck. "You and I, we're endgame."
She sighed and relaxed against him, as he held her closer and rested one hand one hand where his seed was growing.