-1April. 12. 05

Disclaimer: JK Rowling created Harry Potter and all related characters.

Dust Bunnies

It had taken 396 days, 4 hours, and several minutes for him to finally admit it. It was nothing overly dramatic, in fact, it was somewhat anti-climactic. He had been sleeping on one of his finely crafted French provencial furniture, exhausted from his day of wandering around the Manor. He had not heard her 'pop' in, or heard her calling out his name while searching the hallways for him.

An hour after her initial arrival he had awoken to her dusting the area around him. Feeling his sinus twitch from the allergins being wafted into the air, Draco opened his mouth and was about to fire one of his snide comments when an almost enlightening thought reached his mind.

"Close your mouth, Draco. You know your allergies will only get worse if you don't." Hermione told him It was that all-knowing smile on her mouth that rendered him shocked though.

He was in love, with Granger. Hermione. Hermione Granger. Sodding fuck.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?"

"Of course not, love. It's just rather dusty in here." she replied, emphasizing her words by brushing his shoulder clean from a renegade dust bunny.