Meant4ivashkov- you are so sweet. I think it's really nice that you want the chapters to be longer, I would if I could. I tend to think that its better I update more often with shorter chapters than only once and while with long ones. If I'm wrong then put it in your review. But honestly, I'm flattered.

This chapter is for Laceanne Weasley. Your review made me so happy. I've gotten compliments on my writing, but your simple review made my day.

Draco's POV

Hermione and I hadn't spoken since that night. It had been two days. A whole two days. 48 hours. I couldn't remember the last time she was mad at me this long. Since we became friends, never. We always made up in less that a few hours. This was killing me. If I didn't check on her these past couple of nights, then I would think she moved out. But she was here.

I couldn't believe how much I missed her. Her laughter and smile were taken away from me, and I couldn't handle it. If she wanted to teach me a lesson, consider it taught.

Lucille wanted to know what was wrong. Even an idiot like her knew that things weren't okay with me. I knew that Hermione wasn't just mad about the comment. She was upset that I thought so little of her. And that I couldn't just back off a little bit. She was hurt, and it was my fault.

I walked out of my room and into the living room. I wasn't alone. I pulled my wand out of my jeans pocket.

"Who's there?" I called out. I was only praying for one voice.

"Come yourself Malfoy. It's just me." Ron. Damn it.

"Hey Weasley," I sighed and put my wand back into my pocket. "What're you doing here?"

"Like you have to ask," Ron scoffed and sat on the couch.

""Mione?" I guessed.

"Well, duh," he mocked. I told him everything he didn't know and he was quiet.

"I completely effed up." I sat on the armchair across from him.

"Yeah, you really did," Ron stated matter-of-factly.

"You know I didn't mean it right? What would you have done? What would Harry have done?" I asked him wearily.

Ron shrugged. "Probably what you did. But you know how she gets. She loves us all, I know that. But she doesn't need us hanging around her all the time. She needs some space."

"Yeah, I know. But I just want her safe. She needs us. Especially me. I'm the only one of us who isn't pre-occupied with something else. You have your wedding, Harry and Ginny have the baby coming…." I said trailing off.

"I think that's your problem though, Malfoy. She does need us, but not constantly. She'll let us know when she does. You need to stop worrying."

"I can't." It wasn't a matter of questioning. A simple fact.

"Come on mate. She's with this Callum character. He won't hurt her. He knows the price he'll pay if he does," Ron said cracking his knuckles. "She isn't your girlfriend. So you can relax a little she isn't cheating on you," Ron laughed.

I shook my head. "She isn't my girlfriend. But she is my girl. And whether she likes it or not, I'm always going to be there. Always."

Hermione's POV

I was so tired. Avoiding Draco was a lot of work. In only 48 hours he'd tried to talk to me at lease 14 different times. Well, that was his problem then.

I just wanted to brush my teeth and get into bed. Ah, bed. I couldn't care less that it was a gift from Draco. I just needed to sleep.

I got into my room and went to sit on my mattress. I fell onto the ground. I was outraged.

"MALFOY!" I screamed.

"In here 'Mione," came a calm, collected voice. I stood and brushed myself off before going to his room and pounding on the door.

"It's open." I walked right into the room. There, next to his bed, was mine.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I asked him.

He stood up and put the book he was reading down.

"I was thinking this is the only way you would talk to me. Look, I was right." I fumed.

"I'm still mad at you."

"I know."

"Can I have my bed back?" I was beyond mad.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Tell me why you're mad."

"You bloody know why I'm mad."

"Hermione. I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it." I looked at him. I knew he was sorry. But it wasn't just that,

"You need to give me some room. Just a little bit. I don't say anything when Lucy, or whatever her name is here. Can you do the same for me?" I asked.

"Yeah. I can." His eyes were staring at the ground, which is how I knew he meant it. he wasn't going to do anything like this again.

"So can I have my bed back?" I asked, my voice was less sharp. Draco's face melted into a smile.

"Nah. Hang out in here with me tonight," he said and patted the spot next to him. I didn't think twice. I got into bed, still wearing the dress I wore to work. Draco pulled me into a hug and we settled in.

I smiled, happy to be where I was, until I remembered that this was exactly the kind of thing I was trying to avoid.

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