A/N: Do I gotta use the reply thing to reviews? Well, I will, but don't' expect it to happen often!
God, but Draco can kiss. I mean, really, really kiss. He makes me gush, and nothing makes me gush. Many things, like Harry's heartfelt speeches and old movies, make my cry, but nothing makes me quite this girlish. He's so passionate and he puts everything into just a kiss, and even though my eyes are closed, I just know it's got to be him in my arms.
"You're so warm," he mumbled, pulling back and resting his head in the crook of my neck, placing a few light, teasing kisses there. I don't know when my scarf fell to the ground, besides, it was early to be wearing it anyway. It just seems that I get colder faster than everyone else, like this last summer, we had a heat wave, and I was in sweaters the whole time. Draco thinks I'm crazy.
It's funny, that just a kiss made me call him by his first name. I've wanted him for years, and I know him better than anyone else but Harry, but he's always been Malfoy to me. I doubt I'll ever be able to call him Draco to his face.
"No, I'm not, I'm freezing," I said, slipping out of his arms and taking a step back from him. "You'll be careful, won't you?"
"Of course, I'm always careful," he said, moving closer to me. "Can't I have a good luck kiss?"
"You only asked for one," I pointed out, stepping back again, closer to the door of the house.
"I also asked to move into your bedroom. I'm not planning on playing chess with you tonight," he said, and followed me.
"There's also going to be three infants in our house tonight, we'd be lucky if we had time to play chess, let alone anything else."
"But when we have time-" he began, looking at me and half closing his eyes.
"In about five years."
"You'll be worth the wait," he said, with a grin, and kissed me once more, before I had a chance to react."
"Be careful!" I called after him, and an old woman across the street gave me an odd look.
"Always am," He said, and as he turned I blew him a kiss in a moment of romanticism before I Disapparated.
"So," Harry said, the second I arrived at the front of the wards of Godric's Hollow, "is Malfoy half as a good a kisser as he thinks he is?" I looked away from him, blushing. "I'm happy for you, Hermione. You deserve to be in love again."
"I'm not in love with him," I objected, because I wasn't. I was just the closest thing to it.
"No, but you will be, trust me," Harry said, and then he went to work. "There's no one here, and I've got word that nothing suspicious has happened at Hogwarts or the Shrieking Shack lately."
"From who?" I asked, immediately, Harry can be too trusting sometimes. Letters are easily forged in our world, and he doesn't know half the ways you can do it.
"Remus and Mad-Eye, separate owls and secrecy charms all around," he said. "They're real."
"I wasn't expecting them to be there, anyway," I said, "it would have been too easy."
"Plus, if I snapped my fingers in that general area, fifty people would flatten them," Harry said. "That's a brilliant idea, flattening. I should really consider it."
"Is Remus coming, then?" I asked, knowing he probably was. I think he'd decided by then that he had to be everything for Harry, even though Harry didn't want it. Certainly no one could replace Lily, James or Sirius and Harry wasn't ready to replace Ron yet. None of us were.
"No, he wanted to stay with Tonks, I think," Harry said, "and I told Moody not to come."
"He listened to you?" I asked, I think, towards the end of the war, Mad-Eye began to recognize that Harry knew what he was doing, and deserved to be leading us. But he was never nice about it. And he never did it outright, he had to come in front of Harry, argue symbolically with him for a while, and then be sent off to do something that sounded important, but was more busy-work than anything else. Alastor Moody was a great Auror, but towards the end of the war, he was more of a madman than anything else. There's talk of making him the new Headmaster at Hogwarts, since Harry laughed at Scrimgeour when he asked and Remus said he'd prefer the right to teach at all, but I think even Harry would make a better Headmaster than Ablator.
"Well, in his way he did. I asked him if he'd mind watching after Malfoy for us, so he's lurking in Diagon Alley, somewhere," Harry looked down. "We should get going. I don't want to think about what could be happening right now."