Hermione was sitting in the garden ,in an armchair ,trying to read a book but her thoughts were going haywire. In a couple of hours, she ,Harry and Draco would be attempting to get rid of the darkest wizard alive. Her hands were shaking as she tried to read what was written on the page but soon enough she gave up and simply stared at the stars in the sky. They really were beautiful -all of them. Hermione searched the skies until she saw the set of stars she was looking for. The constellation of a Dragon -Draco. She smiled at it. She really did like Draco. Yes, she just accepted it. She liked Draco Malfoy. Why? Now that was a hard question. She just did. Maybe it was his lame jokes or his confusingly cute personality. She didn't know. All she knew was that she liked him and that was that. She started to recognise her feelings two weeks ago when Harry asked her what she thought of Malfoy. That was when she started to understand what Draco exactly meant to her. And after tomorrow, they may not even meet again. He would go away and not want anything to do with Harry or her. Just the thought brought tears to her eyes. Wow. She really was doomed. Oh no! Here he comes. I better pretend to read
Draco was watching Hermione through his bedroom window. She was sitting in a deck chair while watching the stars. She really was beautiful. The wind was rushing through her brown locks of hair and her face was sightly pink with the cold. She had a book propped up in front of her but he could tell that she wasn't exactly reading. She must be worried about tomorrow. Probably about Potter. She would never worry about him. Not a man who had the Dark Mark branded into his arm. Not a man who was part of the association that killed her parents. Draco sighed. He really was doomed. He was in love with a woman who would never like him. He wanted her to get to know him at the least ,give her a chance to like him, and so he did. He formulated this plan to kill the Dark Lord in such a way that the help of the two Gryffindors would be needed ,meaning that he would be able to ask Potter and Hermione for help. Potter had been asked to come because he was the one who ultimately had to defeat the Dark Lord and to keep Hermione company. He sighed. This whole thing just made it harder to let go of her. Draco saw Hermione shiver down on the lawn. She had no blanket. The idiocy. He better go give her one.
Hermione noticed some movement at the front door. It was Draco. Uuh! He is probably going to make her go inside. She smiled. He couldn't get her to go inside if she was asleep. Closing her eyes and neutralising her face, Hermione started to breath heavily and pretend to sleep.
Draco saw her asleep on the deckchair and smiled. She looked beautiful even in her sleep. After tucking her in with the blanket he stopped to stare at her. Then without thinking, he placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead and as he stared at her allowed himself to pretend that she was his. That she was going to wake up in a minute and smile widely at him before kissing him on the nose and asking him what he wanted that day. But the fantasy died away after a few seconds and ,muttering something incoherent under his breath, he got up and went away.
A making sure that he was gone, Hermione opened her eyes and smiled. She wondered what that was all about. It was probably the unusually caring attitude that came up before a battle. She took a deep breath inhaling Draco's tantalising smell from the blanket before snuggling up and falling asleep ,a smile still lingering on her lips.
Harry watched the whole thing from his perch upon the windowsill. He knew for the past week the feelings brewing between his companions were growing. He would've liked to take all the credit for it but he knew that it was mostly their doing. For the past week they were cozying up together while watching all the movies; they were flirting nonchalantly and were backing each other up on everything the other said. Sometimes Harry wondered whether they didn't even know whether they were doing it. It came so naturally to them. Harry loved to see them come together so succinctly but the battle was tomorrow and either one of them could die or get badly injured ,probably lose their memory. A deadened feeling swept across Harry. He hated battles and fights even though he should have been used to them by now. Every single time, he did it simply to save someone he loved or cared for. He sighed. He had written a letter to Ginny ,telling her that tomorrow was the day and in it were three envelopes that would only open if either of them died. Harry had not received a reply yet and was only dreading that it would not come. He watched as Draco kissed Hermione chastely and only hoped that he could be doing the same to Ginny.
A/N: This must be slightly below your expectations when you expected another chapter but I really wanted to get to the interesting part. If you are wondering, this is set a week after the chapter before this. Shows the ultimate outcome of the week spent with only them three in the house ,planning. Unless I decide otherwise, there are only three more chapters left ,including the epilogue. If any of you guys want to send chapters (I don't know how this works out tbh) to me about what happened in this week I have left out then you are welcome to do so and I will post them as an extra chapter for all to see. You will get the credits ,of course. Please Read and Review.