Disclaimer: I am not JKR, the end.

A/N: Its the sequel of Realization and Acceptance. And the last one in the trilogy. No more after this. Lol. So enjoy.

11/22 edit: I'm just putting all three together

Title: Work in Progress
Word Count: 499 (after tons of edits)

Everything is polished, dusted, mopped, swept, vacuumed, and…spotless.

Draco even went over the entire area with cleaning charms, just how I like it. Just because I like it that way.

Merlin, I do love him.

A throat clears behind me. I turn and open my mouth, ready to thank him for cleaning the flat. I'm even ready to tell him that we need to talk about us—the scariest thing, ever—but my eyes catch the levitating suitcase. "Where—?"

"To Blaise's…until I find my own flat."

That hurts. "You're l-leaving?"

Shortly, "You had the right idea, Granger. You live your life. I'll live mine. I don't want to be friends. Spare me the speech."

"I deserve—"

"Exactly. Thanks for finally agreeing with me on something."

"Could I say—?"

"NO! I'm over you, Hermione," Draco clenches his fist when he lies, so I'm relieved when his fingers curl into a ball. "I'll be fine." He tells me, haughtily.

"You're so courageous, Dr—"

"Don't patronize me."

"You're acting like a stubborn git. I—"

"And you're acting like sodding wuss!"

"I—"

"Yes, you are! You won't even give me a chance because of some—"

Exasperated, I throw my hand over his mouth. He glares at me and I glare right back. "Merlin, Draco. It's impossible to get a word in edgewise with you!"

He glares.

I shoot him a look and release him, "Definitely not something I love about you, but we'll work on that—oh, and if we're going to try, your address book needs to—"

"What—"

"Go—"

The suitcase crashes to the floor, creating a mess of clothes and an obscene amount of toiletries. He's blinking rapidly. "Excuse me, who are you, and what have you done with the Hermione Granger who nearly punched me last night?"

I step closer and roll my eyes. "I'm right here." Anxiously, I smile, "I guess that we have some things to figure out, but with my brains and your irresistible charisma, I think we can—"

"Irresistible char—now I know you've gone barmy!"

I clench my jaw. "I need to just get it over with and say it, so, okay. Draco…I…I love…you. There, I said it."

The confusion is gone, replaced with a smirk. "Could you, maybe, sound like you mean it? Oh, and make it sound less painful."

"You're a spoiled slob, a bathroom-hog, and a pain in my arse. You iron your trousers on the telly, use all the hot water, and Crookshanks is still Slytherin colours, but I do love you." I reply, exasperated. "I didn't react properly. I shouldn't have said what I said, or took that swing at—okay, I'm not going to apologize for that." He glares. I smile. "This is going to be hard, but—"

He kisses me, deeply, and I lean into him.

So maybe we have a lot to work out, but who cares?

We're still, after all, a work in progress.