Author's note: thank you everyone who reviewed! And I hope everyone had a good holiday! Also I apologize for the late update, the next one will be soon I promise you, I also started on a new story it's a one shot though it will be up hopefully by tomorrow at the latest! So here's the next chapter!
Last time:
"Thank you, and I will save you the trouble of slamming the door on our faces," he said, grabbing the door handle, and slamming it shut on a shocked Pansy. When they got back to the flat, Hermione broke down into tears, crying into his chest, she said "Why is everyone against this relationship?"
At Draco's
Draco was exhausted, he arrived back at his flat rather late from the night before, the shock of both of their best friends getting mad about them dating, had drained them completely. You know the saying that they were so tired that they fell asleep before their head hit the pillow? Well it's the opposite in this case, he was so tired, that he couldn't sleep! He had been awake for almost an hour after getting in bed, thinking, which was never a good sign.
He closed his eyes again, trying to go back to sleep, even though it was nearly eleven thirty in the afternoon. He started to dream that he was back at Hogwarts…
(just a small note, this is a memory, in dream form)
A small little girl appeared in the distance, frizzy brown hair stuck out of the crowd. Draco's eyes lingered on her, she was sort of pretty, nothing that the average girl didn't have. But there was just something he couldn't put his finger on, her eyes sparkled with a sort of fire, energy. The fact that she wasn't drooling over him made him curious about her. He overheard some Slytherin girls talking about her, calling her a mudblood. Even at eleven Draco knew the meaning of that word, his father used it a lot.
He knew at that moment, not to get attached, she was a mudblood, someone inferior, she shouldn't be treated as well. He told himself silently, as she walked out of sight. Over the years he threw insults at her, little reminders that he should hate her, and since he couldn't hate her, he made her hate him, it just made it easier.
The dream disappeared, reappearing with them in the third year, Draco backed up, his back pressed against the hard cold cement, a small sliver of wood was held poised at his neck. The girl whose life he had made miserable, was fighting back. Her eyes burned with hatred, fierce and bold. He felt his heart beat faster, what would she do? He wondered, slightly amused by this, but also part of him was scared, she was a very talented witch, she could really harm him.
He would never, ever, forget the look that blazed in her eyes, that hatred, as she raised her fist and-
Draco bolted straight up in his bed, his skin was covered in a cold sweat. His breathing heavy, he ran his fingers through his hair, and laid back down, this was not the first time he had had this dream. He just hadn't had it in a while, the last time he had the dream, was weeks ago, when him and Hermione had their first date.
He threw the covers off himself, on his way to the bathroom to take a shower, he stepped on something, hearing paper crackle he looked down. There was a letter, the front was addressed to him, he picked it up, carelessly glancing at it when something caught his eye. It said from Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley. He quickly tore open the envelope, his eyes scanned the messy writing.
Dear Draco,
We are sorry about the way that we acted, it was childish, we would like to make up for it by treating you to lunch at Las maravillas para Brujas y Magos, it's a local restaurant. We hope you accept this invitation, and we hope to see you there at twelve thirty.
Sincerely,
Harry and Ron.
Draco's eyebrows furred into a curious expression, were they kidding? Messing with him? He wondered, but shrugged it off, they were adults now, plus, he wouldn't want to decline an invitation for peace. He would go, for Hermione if anyone. He glanced at the clock, it read 11:58 am, SWT (standard wizard time) he had about half an hour…he better start getting ready, he realized, and then rushed in to take a shower…
At the restaurant
Harry and Ron sat there patiently, ok as impatient as you could be, after him being thirty seconds late, Ron was ready to leave. Harry had almost asked for a booster seat so he could strap Ron down. They didn't want to loose Hermione, just because they didn't like who she had been dating for the last few weeks.
"Sorry I'm late," a voice said, they looked up, seeing a blonde haired boy enter in. "Draco," Harry greeted, and Draco responded with a small nod. "Ferret," Ron said as a greeting, and Draco said "Weasel," cracking a smile, he sat down.
"So…" he started, awkward silence filled the air, Harry broke it with a blunt question. "Exactly how close are you two?" he asked, staring Draco right in the eyes. Draco cleared his throat, and said strongly, "I love her, everything about her, those few days when she was mad at me…" he trailed off, and then ended with "I never want that to happen again."
Ron and Harry stole a glance, "Well," Ron began, "I just want to let you know right now, that if you ever hurt her, even at all, you will never be able to have kids, if you catch my drift." He threatened, and Draco winced, getting the point.
"I never want to hurt her, ever again." He said earnestly. Harry sighed, "I hope we aren't making a mistake," but he shook Draco's hand anyway. They ordered, and chatted, and Draco said abruptly, "What would you guys say if we ever got married?" he asked, they both looked up from their food, surprised.
"Well…if it makes Mione happy, it makes us happy as well," Ron said, Harry nodded his agreement. And Draco smiled widely, "I hope we get that far one day," he said almost to himself. The rest of the meeting, went by smoothly.
Draco goes to Hermione's
Hermione sat on her couch, gazing at the television, but not really watching it, she watched the images flicker past, but they didn't register. After last night with Draco, she had realized how hard this relationship would be. She had gotten a letter from Harry and Ron, she had expected the worst, but was delighted when it was an apology, and they had said they had lunch with Draco, and made up.
She was lost deep in thought when she heard a pounding noise. She ignored it, then finally looked over to it when it got louder. Someone was outside her door, she opened the door, and ran into the arms of the man who held her heart, Draco was there.
"Thank you so much for talking to Ron and Harry," she whispered delicately, into his ear. The pulled apart, gazing into each others eyes, Hermione pulled him inside the apartment, and they slowly kissed, leaving them both breathless. "I have to go to work…I just had to see you," Draco mumbled quietly, Hermione smiled sadly, and said, "I understand," and his warmth left her as he walked quietly out the door.
Hermione touched her lips, the kiss still lingering there, as another knock rang out. She walked back to the door, expecting Draco but seeing Ginny. "Hey Ginny!" she laughed, giving Ginny a quick hug, as she entered into the flat.
"I saw Draco walking out of the building when I walked in, what exactly were you two doing?" she said suggestively, laughing. "Nothing!" she insisted, "Ginny, I really do love him," she said softly, and Ginny nodded knowingly, "I know what you mean, me and Z…I mean Blaise are getting pretty serious ourselves." Hermione squealed, "Aw! That's so cute," she laughed.
"Ginny, could you ever see yourself marrying Blaise?" she asked, and Ginny said thoughtfully, "Let me tell you, I can even see our kids," she giggled, and Hermione smiled, happy for her. "Hermione… what would you say if Draco proposed?" Ginny asked carefully, and stunned by how clear the answer was Hermione said strongly, "I would say yes…"
Author's note: and end of chapter 8! The next chapter will be up soon, I hope everyone likes it! Reviews really inspire me so thanks once again to all my reviewers!
