Antepenultimate, y'all.


twenty-eight


"How long have you liked me?"

Draco stopped buttoning his shirt up, stiffening. "Not long enough, apparently."

She flinched. He really had forgotten about their kiss from last night.

"George was being a friend... because - "

"Ginny was busy with her wedding," he cut her. "Yes, I've heard that before."

She flinched, again.

"Ron was rushing me for marriage."

He scoffed. "What a Weasley thing to do."

She took a breath. "You're an exceptionally good drunk-kisser."

He choked on his breath, sputtering.

She walked up to him, hesitantly. "I'd have said yes, you know."

And he was an even better sober-kisser.


Now that I think about it, there's another chapter ending with a kiss. Ugh.

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