Hindsight

by floorcoaster

It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time for some changes.

11. November

A/N: This story is being written for Dramione FanFiction Writers 2020 Challenge. This month, we were given the task of using a randomly generated story title and writing something that fit. WELL. That didn't work for my premise, but I was able to use it in the chapter, in a way. Thanks to my lovely and wonderful beta dreamsofdramione for the suggestion! My randomly generated title, I kid you not, was "Love, Eternal."

Beta thanks go to dormiensa and dreamsofdramione, who also helped with alpha stuff and is also just generally awesome.

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Wednesday, 1 NOVEMBER

Hermione smiled. At the end of October, she had taken care to keep November as clear as possible, and now, as she looked at her planner with a note from Draco on the table beside it, that effort had paid off.

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Hermione,

I know your days are generally free, and I've managed it so that I could get Friday off work, if you're available. Potter owes me. I'd like to take you to see the forest where the pixies will be relocating. I also thought it would be a good opportunity to finish our conversation. Let me know if it would work for you.

Draco

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She'd already sent off her reply, affirming that she could, indeed, join him on Friday. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the invitation. Was it a date? He hadn't specifically said that it was, but then, he had asked her to join him to go somewhere together. On the other hand, he hadn't said anything about food, and food was typically part of most dates—especially at the beginning of a relationship. She hadn't asked about the nature of the request but now she wished she had.

When Draco's return owl arrived later that day, tied to its leg was a Portkey and a note telling her that it would activate at ten in the morning and she should dress warmly.

She spent the better part of two hours trying to read between the lines of his first message before giving up and simply owling him to ask.

His response came as she was sitting down to dinner.

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Hermione,

This is not a date. This is a Foundation-related outing where we also get to talk and spend time together without any pressure.

When I take you out for our first date, it won't be trudging through a forest to examine the state of the trees.

You will know when I ask you on a date.

Draco

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A thrill of something shot through her at the commanding tone of his last line. Hermione sat up tall and wrote 'pixies' on her calendar for Friday.

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Friday, 3 NOVEMBER

The day dawned bright and clear, and Hermione felt a swoop in her gut as the realization of what the day would hold jolted into her mind. An entire day with Draco, exploring the new forest where the pixies would settle, no definitive plans for what would happen after that…

At precisely ten, Hermione was transported by the Portkey to somewhere else in England, presumably somewhere toward the north of the country. The pixies current home was in Brecon Beacons National Park, hidden by hundreds of Muggle repelling charms. It was beautiful. From what she'd heard from Narcissa, however, their new home would be even more lovely, and she was excited to learn where Draco had found for them to go.

The landing was a little rough, as the ground wasn't entirely firm. Hermione opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by dense woods. She should have expected to wind up somewhere like this, but beyond making sure she'd dressed warmly, she'd wanted everything about the day to be a surprise, so she hadn't spent any time speculating on where Draco might take her.

She spun in place, admiring the views around her, until she heard the sound of another Portkey arrival. Turning toward that sound, she smiled warmly, expecting to see Draco similarly dressed in thick robes, warm boots, a hat, a scarf, and gloves.

Her smile faltered slightly upon seeing that someone was with him.

"Hermione!" Narcissa beamed at her and took two steps toward her, taking her hands and giving them a squeeze. "I'm so pleased you could join us today."

Draco's mother then released her and made her own observation of the woods. She was dressed perfectly for the occasion, in beautiful, light blue winter robes with a fashionable, yet warm, outer cloak. Her pale blonde hair hung down her back, with a white, incredibly soft-looking scarf wrapped around her neck.

Hermione glanced at Draco and found him watching her, his brow furrowed and an apologetic look on his face. She gave him a small smile, then answered his mother.

"I'm thrilled to see the place as well. Have you been here before?"

Narcissa shook her head. "No. I've seen a few photos Draco took, but they couldn't possibly do justice to the beauty of it. Where are we, son?"

Draco cleared his throat and came to stand between them. "We're in a particularly dense section of Scots pines. This is to be the heart of the new settlement. I've been here with the pixies, a small delegation, anyway, that included the Pixie Queen. She was most pleased with the spot and said that it's even better than what they're used to."

"It's breathtaking!" Hermione peered up the nearest tree.

"This area isn't frequented by Muggles, though of course we'll still put up the standard Muggle-repellant charms." He pulled out his wand and muttered, "Point Me." It spun slightly on his palm, pointing to his right. He tucked it away and started in that direction. "There's a creek not too far from here, within the bounds of land we procured."

"What is this forest?" Hermione did her best to stay in his wake. "Surely it wasn't for sale."

Draco shook his head. "No, this is Abernathy Forest, in a National Park. It's not terribly far from Hogwarts, actually. We're near the Cairngorms mountains, which I know I've seen from the air on my broom. This area, where the pixies will move, is big enough to completely resettle, and there's plenty of room for expansion."

The quiet of the forest was mesmerizing. It was a still day with barely any wind. There were birds and squirrels, but there was no sound of any kind of civilization; it reminded her of Hogwarts in the wintertime. She sent Draco a warm smile, only to find Narcissa's gaze on her. Hermione quickly glanced away, pretending to be looking intently at something in the distance.

"Draco, dear, where are we going?"

"Just a little bit farther, Mother." He pushed his way through some thick underbrush and they came out in a small clearing. Draco pulled out his wand, and with a few waves, a small seating area was set up with three chairs and a low table.

Narcissa looked at him expectantly. "Is this everything?"

Draco frowned. "I'm not sure what you mean."

With a tut, Narcissa called for Pippi, who appeared almost instantly. "Yes, Mistress?"

"Pippi, be a dear and bring us something to eat."

Pippi nodded and disappeared.

Draco gave his mother a slightly perturbed look. "This isn't supposed to be anything big, Mother. I'd wanted to show Hermione the land, since she worked so hard fighting for the pixies."

Narcissa arched an eyebrow. "And why wouldn't you want your mother to see it as well? This is a matter for the Malfoy Foundation, is it not?"

"Yes, of course, which is why you're here." Draco sat heavily in one of the chairs.

It looked as though she might say more, but then Pippi returned and completely covered the table with food and a full tea service. Hermione held in a sigh as she stole a glance at Draco. It wasn't even a meal time, but she wasn't going to argue with Narcissa.

The woman thanked the elf and set about preparing the tea, taking the seat beside Draco and leaving Hermione with the one opposite him. This was fine, of course; as soon as Hermione saw Narcissa, she knew this day wouldn't be anything like what she'd hoped. Still, she had to beat down a fresh wave of disappointment.

When Narcissa had finished with the tea and made herself a plate, she smiled. "Now, Draco, darling. What were you saying?"

He clapped his hands on the armrests of his chair and pushed himself to his feet. "It's just a small demonstration I put together with a little help." He pointed his wand back in the direction they'd come from and muttered something Hermione couldn't hear. A beam of blue-white light shot from the end of his wand and traveled until it seemed to hit something. Then the light shot out from the point of contact, creating what looked like a shield around them. The wall of light spread around them, so far away in some places they could only see a slight shimmer, even farther in others that they couldn't see it at all. Above them was a slightly shimmery dome.

"This is the boundary of the pixie territory here in the forest." Draco pointed into the woods. "The creek, as I said before, is that way, and there's plenty of water there for all their needs." He flicked his wand, and similar to the wall of light surrounding them, a beam of yellow-white light began to form the outlines of what looked like small buildings, hidden among the trees.

Hermione gasped as she watched what looked like an entire community being formed from light before her eyes. It was beautiful. Once the structures were complete, Draco sent a green-white beam out, highlighting what looked like gardens and cultivated green spaces. Then, finally, he added a jet of red-white light, which added additional structures and community spaces.

"The yellow indicates their plans for rebuilding what they're being forced to leave behind. The green areas are where they'll grow their food and plant certain things that they need or want. The red outlines show their plans for the expansion of their community. It looks as though, despite how wrong the Ministry is for what they've done, the pixies will benefit, in the end, from the removal."

"That's wonderful, Draco!" Narcissa beamed at him. "Isn't it wonderful, Hermione?"

She nodded, genuinely in awe of all the work Draco had done. "Yes, it is. This is beautiful, Draco!"

"Now, beyond keeping Muggles away, what's been done to actually secure the land?" Narcissa asked.

Draco sat down and put a single biscuit on a plate. "This land is part of a National Park here in England. As such, the government owns it. We sent a representative to the Other Minister to inform him of what we're doing and assure him that it won't affect his life in the slightest. He agreed, after a bit of hesitation, but he only needed convincing that the pixies were part of nature, that they wouldn't harm the forest or the National Park in any way. So that's sorted. We agreed to pay them a yearly fee, kind of like a rental fee, only we paid for a hundred years in one go, so it'll be a long time before we'll need to give them any more."

"When is the move scheduled for?" It was Hermione's first question, and she met Draco's eyes for the first time since their arrival.

"I believe Caerphilly is hoping to break ground in the new year. The Pixie Queen is planning to move much sooner than that, however. I believe by the first of December, they'll be completely cleared out. Now that all the paperwork is done and the money paid, we'll get a team of wizards and witches out her to set up the wards and charms and the like. They want to be well in before the Solstice."

Narcissa smiled at Hermione, a bright, surprised smile, and she took a sip of tea before setting her cup down. "It would seem, based on my observations over the last month, that you two have made friends again?"

Hermione immediately looked away, down at her plate. She could feel her cheeks flush and didn't dare look Draco's way.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mother." She could hear the note of annoyance in his tone.

"Come now, son." Narcissa tutted. "I've been around the two of you a lot lately, and you could have sliced the tension with a butter knife. That all seems to be gone now." She glanced around the small wooded area. "Or perhaps it's only because we're outside."

"There was no tension," Draco said quietly, softly. "If anything, there was a misunderstanding on my part, but I suppose we've cleared that up—though it was hardly anything worth mentioning."

Hermione peeked up at him through her lashes, then turned to Narcissa. "Draco's too kind. But it was the simple matter of a conversation to clear the air." She forced a smile that she knew was apprehensive. "Everything is fine."

Narcissa looked skeptical as she glanced between them for a moment. Then she shrugged. "If you say so. All that matters is that things can get back to normal. I need you both to help me with January's fundraiser. I want to top this year's so I'll need you both to be able to work together. The Foundation, the work we do for the wizarding community, is more important than whatever disagreements you two might have."

Hermione pursed her lips but said nothing.

"Mother, Hermione and I are adults, and we won't let anything interfere with the work we do for the Foundation."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. I wouldn't want anything to come between you two that might jeopardize our efforts."

It was hard not to squirm in her seat, but Hermione managed. The last thing she wanted was to upset Narcissa, and she knew that she and Draco needed to tread delicately when it came time to make their relationship known. She glanced at him and found him frowning.

"There's nothing to worry about, Mother. I assure you. Now, let's continue discussing the pixies, shall we?" Draco then proceeded to talk at length about the future of the community. Hermione was surprised at the level of information he was going into, describing every interaction in minute detail, discussing the pros and cons and every decision with painstaking clarity. She was more or less a spectator in this bizarre conversation between him and his mother.

Every time Hermione thought Narcissa would surely stop asking questions, the woman managed to find something that needed further exploration and discussion, to the point that, after an hour and a half, Hermione found herself not paying any attention whatsoever. Her thoughts drifted to her own future, what was coming next for her since she had yet to find a job. She hadn't spent any time before the last fundraiser looking for something, and since then, she'd been rather distracted with other things. Most of her time had been spent with Pansy or at The Burrow, helping Mrs. Weasley with wedding preparations.

Then, of course, there was the matter of sorting out her wild and tangled thoughts about Draco. Since kissing him and finding herself somehow in a relationship with him, a brand new, fresh, exciting, unexpected chapter of her life had opened up before her. She had a list—an actual, physical list—of questions for him about things that had happened over the course of the year, mysteries she hoped he could solve.

Hermione jumped when Narcissa clapped her hands.

"That's wonderful, Draco. Thank you for taking the time to so thoroughly address my concerns."

He frowned. "I'm happy to do it, of course, but I fail to see why you couldn't have asked me… oh, any time since the fundraiser."

Narcissa waved dismissively. "When you put up the plans for the space, I suddenly found myself with dozens of questions. Forgive me. Shall we walk the perimeter now?"

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?"

Narcissa stood and brushed off her robes. "I think we should see everything there is to see. Unlike many of our projects, this one is very long term. I want to know all there is to know, including what the land looks like, how close it comes to Muggles, and what prominent hills and views are available here. It looks as though the community will comprise only a portion of the land. I'd like to see it all."

For a moment, it looked like he might protest, but then he sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. "Of course, Mother. Follow me."

She took a step, then stopped. "Unless, of course, you two had something else in mind?"

Hermione slid her gaze over to him, their eyes meeting briefly.

"No, this is exactly what I'd planned. Seeing the land." He motioned for her to follow. "I'll be sure to clear a path as we go."

Hermione brought up the rear of their little expedition, trying to make the best of the day. The forest was breathtaking, with beautiful views all around her. Draco had truly chosen a magical spot for the pixies' new home, far nicer than their current one. She tried not to think too much about how much better things were going to be for the pixies now; it would make her feel that she had wasted her time trying to save their community. But no matter what, even though this new home would be nicer, it would be new, and it was still completely abhorrent for the Ministry to break their treaty, all for the sake of a Quidditch stadium. It was solely a commercial exchange, nothing more, and that was the most disappointing thing of all.

The walk took another hour, then they arrived back at their makeshift seating area. Narcissa insisted on more food, and Hermione wanted to leave. She hadn't been able to say more than a few words to Draco, since his mother had managed to find more and more questions to ask along the way. Not to mention, she had a lot of opinions on how things might be done: how the pixies might use this part of their land, or that stretch of creek.

All in all, it was an exhausting outing, and all she could think about, as she sat and suffered through another small meal, was that she couldn't wait to get home and get into the tub. She would soak the stress and disappointment away. Her thoughts were drifting again when she heard the rustle of Narcissa's robes.

She had stood and was brushing herself off. Draco stood as well, though Hermione saw that he hadn't finished his food.

"Well, thank you again for the tour, Draco." She put her hand on his cheek, a tender look in her eyes. "I can't tell you how very proud of you I am. The work you've put into this… it's truly fantastic. I'm so pleased that you're such an integral part of the work of the Foundation."

Then Narcissa stepped around the coffee table, and Hermione stood as well, not quite knowing what else to do. "And Hermione. Without you, none of this would have happened. I'm ever so thankful that you're part of this organization. You have been a true friend through all of this, especially over the last year or so." Narcissa squeezed Hermione's hand. "As lovely as this has been, it's time for me to go. I've got an appointment this afternoon. Hermione, I will be in touch about tea very soon." Narcissa's smile was bright, her eyes dancing with the barest hint of mischief. She gave Draco a brief look, then Disapparated.

Hermione looked at him, still somewhat in shock at how abruptly her fortunes had turned.

He let out a long breath and dragged a hand through his hair. Then he turned to her. "I'm so sorry. I never intended for her to join us, but she saw me leaving, and when I told her where I was going, never dreaming she'd want to come, she just… came."

"That's all right." Hermione smiled. "As much as I adore your mother, I was disappointed to see her. I'm surprised she left us, honestly. I had resigned myself to not getting any time with you today."

He chuckled. "I'm not quite sure what she was doing. But at least it's over and we can talk a little. I've nowhere else to be."

"Yes, we were supposed to continue our conversation from a few weeks ago. I do need to be home this evening. We're supposed to meet at the studio to get everything finalized for tomorrow's show." She bit her lip, somewhat regretting mentioning it. She had kind of hoped he'd forgotten about it.

But his eyes widened with mirth. "Yes I will be there at ten sharp."

"If you insist." Hermione rolled her eyes.

They'd been standing in the clearing exactly where they were when Narcissa left, but now Draco walked toward her, casually, and yet she felt immediately on edge. He stopped just before her, hands in his pockets, a slight smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

"Hello, Hermione." His tone was deep, soft, and she heard all manner of intent in his simple greeting.

"Hi, Draco."

He took a hand from his pocket, stepped closer, deep into her personal space, and lifted it to her cheek. For a moment, he lightly rubbed her skin with his thumb before tipping his head down to kiss her. It was different from their first kiss, light and unhurried, more like a very long greeting. It ended far too soon, Draco pulling back with a smile on his face. "I suppose we've got some time now. Shall we sit? We can talk, the way we had wanted to."

Hermione nodded, and they returned to their seats. Before sitting, however, Hermione adjusted her chair, stretching it wide so that they could both sit down on it. Draco grinned and joined her, pulling her down to sit close and slinging his arm on the back of the chair.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say. She'd never sat so close to him, yet here she was, tucked into his side like she belonged there, like she'd done it a hundred times before. He seemed quite at ease, as well.

When neither spoke, Draco leaned forward and took another scone. "Don't want this to go to waste."

"No, absolutely not." She smiled at him, his proximity making her heart race. She wanted to talk to him about everything, but just now, she was finding it difficult to focus. "I think I'll make some more tea."

She sat forward on the edge of the chair and forced herself to go slowly, to take her time, both with the tea and with him. They needed to clear the air on some things, and it was important to do it right. He was too important to her to risk rushing things and making a mess.

Once the tea was ready, she scooted away from him enough to maneuver and drink her tea without feeling crowded. He then made himself another cup, and when his was ready, she spoke. "I have a list of questions."

Draco burst out with a laugh as he settled back into his corner of the wide chair. "That doesn't surprise me in the least."

"It's just that, there's so much I want to know, and I didn't want to forget anything." She pulled the worn parchment from an inside pocket and unfolded it, gently pressing it flat. The questions weren't listed in any particular order, but she knew where she wanted to start. "Last time we were together, you told me that, after you'd asked me out for the fundraiser and I hadn't understood, that you didn't do anything else. You'd lost confidence and didn't want to try again."

He nodded patiently. "That's right."

"Well, I just wondered… I've been curious about…" She bit her lip. "About Valentine's Day?"

At first, he frowned slightly, then chuckled when he understood. "You mean, George Weasley's speed dating event?"

"Yes. I was surprised to see you there."

Draco sighed and shrugged. "I felt pretty defeated after the fundraiser business, but when I heard that you were going—I think Potter mentioned it—I asked George for more information. He told me the basic structure and how he was running it: specifically, that each person would submit the numbers of the people they were interested in, and only the women would know who had indicated interest in them. I thought it was a safe way to gauge your interest while preserving my own identity. If you wrote my number down, then you'd learn I'd put yours down. If not, you wouldn't have a clue."

"You only put my number down, right?"

"I was only there for you, yes."

Hermione sighed. "And I had no idea. I wasn't thinking of you that way then, Draco. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." His tone was harder than she expected. "I mean it. We're here now, together, and that's what matters. The path we took was important, I believe. What if you'd found out about my feelings before you were ready? Nothing might have happened."

"That's true. Pansy didn't mention her theory until the end of the month. It's funny, because I'd only ever considered you a friend; my mind had never wondered about anything more."

"I understand. We'd been friends for a while. I was surprised to find myself attracted to you, and I never would have imagined you'd feel the same way." He sipped from his cup. "It's the main reason why I never said anything. And it sounds like that was wise."

Hermione finished her tea and set the cup and saucer back on the table. "Well, for better or worse, Pansy's words stuck with me, and I couldn't help but think about you. I kept doing my very best not to think of you, and so naturally, that was all I could do."

"When you told me, that day in March, that you'd contacted all the people you'd been matched with from George's event… It felt like a punch in the gut. It wasn't unexpected, but it still stung."

"Oh! I remember that day! We had to find another venue for the April event!" She distinctly remembered the wonderful time she'd spent with him at the gardens. How foolish she'd been at the time to think it was perfectly natural for them as friends. "We ended up pretending we were getting married."

"Yes, I remember that part well." Draco chuckled and finished his tea. "I had this absurd notion that if I treated you that way, as though you and I were in love, you'd finally notice me. I didn't want that day to end."

"I didn't either, honestly. I should have realized something then."

He gave her a sharp look. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, there was nobody else I would have been content to spend the rest of the day with like that. We had a task to complete, and when it was done, the logical thing would have been to go our separate ways. But I'd had such a good time with you all day that I didn't want it to end. I've never experienced that with any of my friends." She smiled. "Only you."

His expression was stoic. "That was March. If you didn't catch on then, when did you?"

Hermione groaned. "I should have known then, but I thought that my change in thinking toward you was related to what Pansy had said. That it was simply me working through what she'd said and the heightened awareness for you that it necessitated. Instead, it was genuine attraction, but I didn't see it for what it was until the fundraiser in April. When…" She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "When I saw you that night, with Astoria on your arm… That's when I knew. It was a violent realization. I felt like all the wind had been sucked out of the room, like everything around us became muted, like the world had collapsed until all I could see was you—with her."

Draco looked down at his hands, folded in his lap. "Really. That night?"

She nodded, smiling apologetically. "It's like seeing you with someone else made me realize that the extraordinary feelings I had for you went beyond friendship."

"Well, I suppose it's nice to hear that some good came out of that mess with Astoria."

"But realizing it, acknowledging it, admitting it to myself…" She sighed. "It didn't change anything."

Draco turned toward her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I thought you were with her. Your mother had told me about Astoria in February, when she came to the hospital for the children's event. She'd said that Astoria was enamored of you, and it was obvious then when I saw her with you. She came alive." Hermione shrugged. "I assumed that, since you'd asked her out, knowing her feelings, that it meant you were serious about her."

"Which wasn't the case. But then before I knew it, you were dating Marcus."

Hermione cringed and dropped her head into her hands. "I know. I met Marcus in March, and we hit it off. He asked me out, and I said yes. Then, after the fundraiser and thinking you were with Astoria, I saw no point in exploring what I'd realized. Pansy had clearly been wrong in thinking there could be something between us, because surely you'd have asked me if you'd wanted! You'd had no trouble asking Astoria out."

"You and Astoria were very different situations. Completely. It's one thing to request a date with someone when you've no doubt of their answer. But I didn't want to mess up our friendship, and after speed dating, I didn't think my interest would be reciprocated." He shrugged with a slight chuckle. "If you'd given even the slightest indication that your heart might turn toward me, I'd like to think I would have acted on it."

"But then, there I was, dating Marcus."

Draco nodded. "Yet another sign, to me, that you couldn't possibly be interested in me."

"Even though, by that point, I was."

He chuckled wryly. "And that was April. I found out about you two while out at a pub. That was… unpleasant, to put it mildly. I was extremely shocked, if I'm honest. Couldn't help but wonder why you could see him romantically, when you barely knew him, but there I was, right beside you, so close—yet I saw nothing in your eyes to give me hope."

"I'm sorry, Draco. Marcus… he was very kind, and like I said, we hit it off. The relationship didn't progress the way he wanted it to, though, and I had to end it."

Draco balled his hands into fists once, then slowly relaxed them as he spoke. "That was probably the hardest time I had this year. Speed dating didn't produce the results I wanted, you were clearly oblivious to my feelings, and then you started dating someone else. Marcus, my former Quidditch captain. I don't know why, but it hit hard. He and I were very similar, in a lot of ways, similar upbringings. So I didn't understand how you could see him, but not me."

"I did see you, though." This was probably one of the hardest things to admit. She looked down at her lap. "It made any sort of relationship with Marcus impossible. I thought you were with Astoria, so I reasoned that being with Marcus would help me to get over you, to push aside the brand new attraction I'd just discovered. I thought that—Draco, if you thought there was no way I could look at you as more than a friend, it was nothing to the same sentiment I felt toward you."

He frowned, blinking in surprise.

"You are one of England's most eligible wizards. There's an endless stream of speculation about you, your love life, your future. I know you've always been careful to keep your private life private, but still! How could I possibly compete with the life you'd grown up with, the life you enjoy now?" Hermione shook her head. "No. Never once did it cross my mind that you could feel anything more than friendship for me."

"And yet, nothing makes more sense to me." He reached for her hand, drawing it close to him. Rather than speak, he began to gently rub his thumb along her skin.

She watched him for a while, enjoying the simple yet intense sparks created by the contact. "Isn't this strange?"

He paused. "What's strange?"

"This. Being so close. You touching me. I remember how casually, effortlessly, you guided Astoria through the tent that day. It stood out because you looked so at ease." She stared at his fingers, his thumb rubbing softly. "It was impossible for me to imagine us like that."

"That? That was nothing." Draco smirked, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles. She shivered at the intense look in his eyes, seemingly from nowhere. "I don't find this strange at all."

"No?" Her question came out a bit breathy. "Even though we aren't used to it?"

"Truthfully, this feels absolutely right. There were many times when it felt like reaching for you was the natural thing to do—take your hand, put my arm around your shoulder, touch your face…" His eyes flitted to her lips. "Kiss you."

She swallowed hard. "I don't remember being close enough for that very often. If ever."

He raised his hand to her cheek, lightly brushing her skin with his thumb. "I didn't need to be close to want to kiss you. There were times I'd see you through a crowd, across the room, and I'd get the urge to rush over and sweep you into my arms."

"Yeah?"

In lieu of an answer, he kissed her, sliding his hand to cradle her neck. Hermione felt any awkwardness disappear immediately, giving herself completely to the kiss.

It was perfect. He didn't press for more than a kiss, and just as she was beginning to contemplate more, he slowed the pace, finally pressing firmly before drawing back, ghosting his thumb once over her lips.

"How many questions on your list have we addressed?"

The deep timber of his voice, rougher after their kiss, did nothing but make her want to kiss him again. "I'm not sure."

"There's plenty of time for all of this. I want to get to the part where we move our relationship forward." He sat back, putting enough distance between them that the fog in her brain began to clear. "I'm afraid I'm not very patient; I want to tell everyone about us."

"You do?"

"Absolutely." He smiled, one of her favorite kinds of smiles.

Hermione forced herself to focus. "I'm most concerned about your mother. I'm not sure what she'll think."

Draco's expression flickered, then he sighed. "I've given this a lot of thought. I mean, a lot." He reached for her hand again, threading his fingers through hers. "She loves me. I believe that with everything in me. She has said repeatedly that she wants me to be happy. And she adores you."

She frowned. "I know that, and I adore her, as well. But it's one thing to like me as her assistant with the Foundation, or as a person in general, as a friend, even. It's completely different to think of me as your…" She trailed off, suddenly unsure. They were together, but they hadn't used any labels.

He didn't miss a beat, however. "My girlfriend, you mean?"

She blushed. "Um, yes. So, is that… Are we…"

"You said you wanted to be together, right? Unless you don't want to put labels on us?"

She could sense his displeasure at the idea. "Oh, I do! I'm just… bad at new relationships, I suppose."

He relaxed with a smile. "It's not like I have a lot of experience with them. But I know this much: I don't want there to be any doubt as to where we stand. I've fancied you for so long, and now that you feel something for me, there's nothing that will stand in my way."

"Not even your mother?" She gave him a pointed look. "Has she ever imagined you with someone who isn't pureblood?"

"She's never said one way or the other."

"Of course not. Her default is that you will marry someone appropriate and continue the long, vaunted blood purity traditions of both the Malfoy and Black houses." She sighed. "I think it's reasonable to say that what she means is, she wants you happy and she will let you choose, but she still pictures someone pureblood witch in her mind."

Draco stretched his legs out before him, tugging her closer as he resituated himself on the wide chair. She cuddled into his side, drawing her legs up onto the cushion, still fighting against the instinct to feel strange to be so close to him. She really hoped that would go away quickly.

"I can't be bothered about that." He kissed her forehead. "Too many things are going my way for once, and I don't want to worry about what ifs. Especially with my mother."

The sun was nearing the horizon and there was a chill in the air. The warming charms Draco had cast around the area were beginning to weaken.

"Shall we continue this somewhere else?" Draco checked his watch. "It's nearly five. We could... have dinner."

Hermione laughed. "It's pretty early for that, don't you think? Besides, I can't tonight. I'm supposed to be at the studio by seven. We're getting everything set up for tomorrow. The teacher, who's a bit eccentric, wants to pretend it's a grand, glorious exhibit, complete with food, drinks, china dishes, and high tables."

Draco chuckled. "I see. I'll be sure to dress appropriately, then."

"Oh, please don't show up in full dress regalia. That would be so embarrassing."

His eyes twinkled for a moment as he looked at her, then his expression softened. "I wouldn't want to do that."

She bit her lip as a thought occurred to her. "Are you sure you should come? I don't think there's going to be much attendance beyond our friends and families. I don't want people to speculate on your presence."

"We're friends, though." He nudged her with his shoulder. "As we established many times—painfully—over the course of this year."

"Yes, and if Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Pansy were all coming, that would be one thing." She picked at something on her jumper. "Then it would make sense for you to be there. But you'll stand out."

"It sounds like you don't want me to go."

Hermione sighed. "Of course I do. But I'm afraid it would draw attention."

Draco shrugged. "I don't care that much. It's not like I'm trying to keep some big secret. I only thought we should talk a bit first, decide together how to move forward. Since, you know, it won't go unnoticed, and lots of people will have something to say."

"I want to personally tell Astoria."

His eyes widened. "Oh?"

She nodded. "She confided in me when we found ourselves at the conference together. It was more difficult than you can know, being the only person she really knew. I'd only just learned that you weren't actually with her, but I had to field her questions about you without betraying what you'd told me, all while trying to give her unbiased advice, despite my own feelings for you."

"I had no idea." His voice was quiet, contemplative. "I've no objections to you telling her."

"I don't want her to find out in some paper, that's all. I feel I owe her that much." She shivered as a gust of chill wind rushed through their sitting area. "I ought to go. I need to stop by Flourish and Blotts before going to the studio, and there are a few other things I should do too."

Draco sighed heavily, his displeasure obvious. But he smiled anyway. "Alright. But I'm going to kiss you before you go." Before she could respond, he'd pulled her to him. This kiss was much more demanding than their previous ones, more insistent and urgent. She felt barely able to keep time with him, but she did her best, meeting his lips, his touch, with equal fervor.

Kissing him was the one thing so far that didn't feel strange. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. The feel of his lips, his tongue, his hands on her, was absolutely right. And the more she experienced the other things, like holding his hand or having his arm draped around her shoulder, the easier those actions would feel as well.

Finally, just when she thought she might explode, he slowed the kiss, taking her face in his hands for one last, long, drawn-out kiss that lit a fresh fire inside her.

When he stopped, his eyes were wild. "I promise I'm going to let you go."

"I wish you didn't have to." She really, really did.

"Me too." With that, he stood and held out his hand. "You go on. I've got to reset everything here. I noticed my mother left everything."

"Okay. Good night, Draco." She did something impulsive and kissed him for a change. It was short and sweet, but it felt really good to be comfortable enough to do it. "See you tomorrow."

He waved as she Disapparated.

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Saturday, 4 NOVEMBER

"I can't believe you bought that painting."

Draco laughed. "I can't believe what I had to pay for it."

She made a face. "Why do you want that extremely detailed, close up picture of an old man's nose? It's hideous!"

He scoffed, dramatically drawing a hand to his chest. "You wound me! I know art when I see it!"

"Exactly. So why did you buy that rubbish?"

Draco chuckled and opened the door to the restaurant he'd picked for their celebratory lunch. It was tucked deep in the heart of Muggle London where nobody would see them.

Although, considering it was nearly three, it couldn't quite be called lunch.

It was a café, so they placed their orders at a counter and sat near the back.

"I'm waiting for my answer." Hermione gave him an expectant look.

He grinned and took a bite of sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. "I haven't quite decided, but I'm leaning toward a Christmas gift for Potter."

Hermione was so surprised at his answer that she burst out laughing, then physically covered her mouth to stifle the sound. "Oh, Draco! That's brilliant! I don't know what your other idea is, but I vote for Harry. Somehow you have to get him to agree to display it for a year. Before he knows what it is."

Draco's eyes shone with mischief. "Ooh, that's excellent. I like the way you think."

She shook her head, trying to imagine the painting in Harry's home. For a fleeting moment, she thought of Ginny but quickly dismissed it.

He picked up a crisp. "Were you happy with the show?"

She waved absently. "It's not something I especially wanted to do. I just did it because... well, why not? I think it went fine. Everyone seemed to have a good time."

"I wanted to stay longer. Stare at you while pretending to admire that sculpture made from chocolate frog wrappers and Spell-O-Tape. But then the artist started talking to me, thinking I was interested in it..." He shrugged.

"At least you managed to leave me a note about meeting you after."

He sighed. "And I don't have very long, either. I never dreamed you'd be stuck there most of the day."

"What do you have tonight?"

"Something for the Foundation. It's the yearly investors meeting and extravagant dinner party." He grimaced. "It's always awful. Be glad you're not involved in that side of things. Mother wants me home in about an hour."

"That's too bad. Are you going to show her 'The Nose?'" She tried but failed to say it with a straight face.

He sat up and straightened his tie with an air of self-importance. "If anyone knows fine art, it's my mother."

Hermione smirked. "So she'd set it on fire for you?"

"Very funny. You know, that painting is… large." He tapped the table, biting his lip as the wheels in his mind spun. "I didn't really consider that. How will I wrap it? I don't think I'll be able to give it to him at work, which is what I was planning…"

"You'll probably have to give it to him at home." Then something occurred to her. "Oh! Draco! No, I've got an idea!" She was so excited she could barely sit still. "Here's what you can do. Get a small print made and framed, then give him that for his gift at work. Then—and I'll help you with this, I can get past their wards—ooh, I'll get Ginny out of the house and you can sneak in and hang the real one in their bedroom!"

His eyes lit up like a kid let loose in a sweet shop. "I take it back. I don't just like the way you think, I'm in love with it. You've really got some Slytherin qualities in you that surprise, delight, and frighten me at the same time. It's a good kind of scared though, I assure you."

"Does that mean we're doing this?" She leaned across the table conspiratorially. "Because I'm in if you are"

He gave her one of her favorite kinds of smiles. "Absolutely."

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Tuesday, 7 NOVEMBER

Hermione didn't think much about her attire as she Apparated to Malfoy Manor. She was used to tea with Narcissa for Foundation purposes, and this was no different. Nobody greeted her in the Traveling Room, but that was also not uncommon. She knew the Manor well enough to find her way almost anywhere, and Narcissa had welcomed her as a trusted friend.

As she made her way to Narcissa's favorite tea room, she hummed lightly, nothing much on her mind except a task Pansy had given her: locate somewhere for an intimate dinner for close friends and family the night before the wedding.

She entered the room with a smile only to falter upon seeing Draco there. He saw her first, and his eyes went wide.

Narcissa noticed her son's expression and followed his gaze, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she rose. "Hermione! I'm so glad you could come."

She recovered quickly. It was perfectly natural that Draco would be there to discuss Foundation business, though it didn't happen often. However, it was a surprise to find him there on a weekday, in the middle of the day. "Thank you, as always, for having me. I love the winter flowers you've set out around the house."

"Oh, yes, Pippi has outdone herself this year. Will you join us?"

Hermione smiled graciously and took the remaining seat opposite Draco. "Good afternoon, Draco."

"Hermione." He nodded to her with an air of indifference, but she could sense he was on edge.

"How's Harry? Hopefully you're not missing anything important."

Draco shrugged. "I was able to leave an hour early. I'd like to think I've trained him well enough to cope without me."

"He did go long stretches without you over the summer." Hermione slowly stirred her tea, trying to force her heart to stop pounding.

He chuckled. "That's true. Though Merlin knows he didn't get any better at writing reports. Mother, I wasn't aware that Hermione would be joining us."

Narcissa primly dabbed her lips. "Oh? I didn't realize it needed to be said, since she and I usually meet for tea. I hope it's not a problem."

"Of course not." He gave his mother a tight smile. "What did you want to discuss?"

Hermione thought she saw Narcissa's eyes flash but couldn't decide if perhaps it was a trick of the light.

"I'm considering having a ball, Draco. For Yule. It's been ever so long since we held something here. I've always maintained that I want to host Foundation events away from the Manor when possible, but I miss hosting my friends. I do love a good party. And as wonderful as Foundation events are, I feel torn because I have a certain standard to uphold, while also being responsible with Foundation funds." She turned to Hermione. "You know, of course, that I typically use my own funds to secure venues and all of the extras that set our events apart."

Hermione nodded. "They're always beautiful, Narcissa."

"But I want to throw something large and lavish for once."

Draco was frowning. "I'm not sure that's a great idea, Mother. You know how outsiders would see it."

Narcissa tutted. "I've thought of that, but I don't care. No matter what we do, we're criticized for something. I miss the days of gigantic parties and extravagant food. Besides." Now her eyes twinkled as she looked at her son. "I've had multiple letters from families who want to get to know you better."

Hermione bit her lip to keep from reacting. Narcissa hadn't needed to state explicitly that by families, she meant eligible young witches.

Draco scowled. "Since when has that mattered to you, Mother?"

"Oh, darling. A mother cannot help but consider these things. And a ball is a perfectly lovely time for introductions! Just think, all those lovely young women, dressed in beautiful gowns, the dancing, the lights, the music… It would be perfectly harmless, of course. You would be under no obligations." She gave Draco a pointed look. "I've told you dozens of times that my only wish is for your happiness."

He seemed torn, his expression dark.

Hermione interjected, hoping to save him some discomfort. "A ball sounds lovely, Narcissa. My only concern is that Ron and Pansy are getting married around Yule, and two large events so close together might not go over well."

Narcissa regarded Hermione a moment, seeming to consider her words. "That's true. Perhaps a New Year's Eve ball, then? It's still not very far removed, but the entire atmosphere could be so different that no one will think anything of it. What do you say, son?"

"Whatever you want, Mother." His tone was devoid of emotion.

Narcissa's eyes narrowed at him before she turned her gaze to Hermione. Finally, when no one said another word, she sighed and set her napkin down. "The two of you are either completely oblivious or obstinately stubborn or some mixture of both." She sniffed. "I suspect both. But if I haven't made myself abundantly clear over the course of this year, let me state, once and for all, my position."

She turned to her son. "Draco, I love you with all of my being. Everything I do is for you. I'm not the least bit concerned with what people think of me. But I refuse to allow the Malfoy name to sink into obscurity for one reason: because you wear it. Everything I do—the Foundation, the fundraising, the charitable events—is to give you a respectable place in this world. That you have expanded my efforts and taken ownership of the work is the greatest joy of my life. I have never been more proud of you than I am at this moment after everything you've done this year."

Hermione saw him swallow hard, his eyes blinking rapidly. She knew he was thinking of what he'd told her, of what he saw as his less than honorable motivation behind helping the pixies. He opened his mouth to speak, probably to confess, lest his mother think too highly of him, but Hermione reached across the small table and put her hand on his wrist.

"Draco, it's okay."

Narcissa spun now to look at her, and she released Draco.

"And you, Hermione, dear. I have more respect for you than any of my acquaintances. I find you delightful and charming and brilliant, hard-working, honest, and ambitious. I have told you before that you are one of my favorite people." She let out a small huff, followed by a few deep breaths. "Yet despite all of this, somehow, it would seem that neither of you believe me, so let me be absolutely clear. Draco, all I want for you is your happiness. If you think I care one bit about Hermione's blood status, then I have somehow failed along the way."

Her fierce, stormy eyes were fixed on Draco, who had gone slightly pale, yet met her gaze with firm resolve.

"I cannot help but assume that you fear my reaction to your relationship, so allow me to remedy that confusion. I have been anxiously awaiting it all year, ever since I first suspected your feelings, Draco. I had no idea it would take so long, and there were times I wanted to knock your heads together out of frustration. It's obvious that something significant has happened recently, and I had hoped one or both of you would tell me, but I am out of patience." She folded her hands in her lap and gave them a disapproving look. "Now. Tell me. When did this begin?"

Hermione met Draco's relieved gaze and started laughing. Then he joined in, chucking lightly.

"The night of the fundraiser, Mother." Draco's shoulders relaxed. "And we didn't fear your reaction."

"No! Not at all," Hermione rushed. "Draco had no intention of abiding by any sort of ruling against it you might make."

"Good," Narcissa said with a snap. "I'm pleased to hear it."

"It was a combination of timing and other factors that held us back. We never doubted your affection for either of us, though..." Draco paused, glancing at Hermione. "I admit, I did wonder at times what you'd think. It's such a deeply rooted reaction, one buried in me from the beginning of my life. I didn't doubt that you loved me, but I struggled to accept that your wish for my happiness could extend to include her."

Narcissa gracefully rolled her eyes. "Draco, Hermione is the best thing that's ever happened to you, and I couldn't possibly hope to claim that I love you if I refused to accept it. Now, tell me how you wish to proceed. Obviously, you have my full support. And there's been nary a whisper about you two or I'd have heard it from someone or other."

"There's no grand plan." Draco sighed. "We've just needed some time to get used to the idea. It was all very sudden and unexpected by both of us, so we had some questions to work through. And that's all I'm saying on the matter, Mother."

"Unexpected? By both of you?" She shook her head. "Then you were both ridiculously oblivious." Narcissa set her napkin down and took a last sip of tea. "Well, I've accomplished my aim for the day. I will leave you two."

Draco arched an eyebrow. "What about the ball?"

She waved dismissively as she stood. "That was only to see if I could encourage either of you to give up the goose. But, as I said, you're both stubborn. Have a lovely evening, you two."

"Thank you, Narcissa." Hermione had been rather silent, knowing it was a significant moment between Draco and his mother. She felt honored to be included in it and appreciated that Narcissa had spoken to both of them together about her suspicions. It was clear that Narcissa truly valued her and was happy to see her with Draco.

Narcissa smiled warmly. "Of course, my dear. I know neither of you took me seriously, but I fully intend for you to run the Foundation someday." She winked and sailed from the room.

Then, she was alone with Draco.

Their eyes met and he let out a long breath. "I did not see that coming."

"Me either." Hermione shook her head. "I'm quite glad that it's out there now though. At least with her."

He nodded. "Yes. You can tell Astoria now, and then we can share with our friends."

"Pansy is going to be impossible." Hermione groaned.

"Oh, you've no idea. She'll be beyond impossible."

"I told Ginny how I felt. She's the only person."

He looked surprised. "You didn't tell Pansy?"

"I didn't quite trust her not to tell you!"

"That's fair. I don't think she would have, but you couldn't have known that."

Hermione shrugged. "How about you? Did you tell anyone?"

Draco cringed slightly. "Potter knows." Her eyes went wide. "He's known… a long time. Only he found out through subterfuge, and he's been under strict orders not to breathe a word of it."

"Harry knows?" She struggled to wrap her mind around this news. Suddenly, every conversation she'd had with Harry over the year came rushing back, and she had to stop herself from trying to parse each one, looking for clues. "For how long?"

He nodded. "It was a long time ago. Before Christmas last year. I think he suspected, so when we were out to a pub one night, after closing a big case, he kept buying me drinks until he decided I was drunk enough to tell the truth. Which, I will say, was really, really drunk. Probably about like you were when you Apparated onto the Manor grounds. You do know you're really bloody lucky you didn't Splinch yourself, don't you?"

"Yes, I do know that, but don't think you can get me off the subject of Harry. Harry knows!" She shook her head in disbelief. "And he didn't tell me!"

"If he had, it would have been very bad for him. Be glad he kept his mouth shut." Draco smirked. "He should have known better than to try and extract information from me."

Hermione was already mentally compiling a list of questions she planned to ask Harry the next time she saw him—which may or may not involve the use of Veritaserum.

"What do you want to do now that we find ourselves here? And alone, at that." Draco took another biscuit off the tray. "Tell me you don't have a meeting tonight or something."

"I don't have any obligations for the rest of the day."

His responding smile was predatory. "Excellent. I propose we take a walk around the grounds, enjoy the last bits of daylight, then have dinner somewhere Muggle. Away from prying eyes."

"I'd love that. And tonight, I don't want to talk about everything before. I want to enjoy an entire evening without hashing out all of the misunderstandings between us this year." Even though she still had dozens of questions, she also wanted to get to know him better. "And this isn't our date, right?"

He furrowed his brow. "Merlin, no. I said you'll know it when I ask you on a proper date."

"Is this to be an improper date, then?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she blushed.

Draco's eyes flashed, his lips curling in a smirk. "Careful there, Hermione. That sounds an awful lot like flirting."

She shrugged off his comment and sat tall. "If I can't flirt with my boyfriend, what's the point?"

He leaned back and regarded her with amusement. "I'm already so far gone for you that you don't need to do much at all for my fall to be complete."

Hermione stood and held out her hand. "So long as we fall together. Shall we take that walk you mentioned?"

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Friday, 10 NOVEMBER

"Thank you so much for joining me." Hermione smiled at Astoria as the other witch got settled into her seat.

It was a crisp November day, and they had scored the table nearest the fire.

Astoria clapped her hands and rested them on the table. "Truthfully, I was surprised you contacted me. It's been a long time since that conference in May."

Hermione felt a wave of shame wash over her. Perhaps she should have reached out to the other woman sooner.

Then Astoria waved her hand. "But I saw how busy you've been with your work. And then losing your case." She made an exaggerated sad face.

"Yes. That was... unpleasant."

The food they had ordered earlier at the counter arrived then. Hermione took her time preparing her tea while Astoria did the same.

"So, why did you want to see me?" Astoria's eyes were sharp, piercing.

Hermione took a deep breath. "Well, the truth is... I wanted to talk to you about... about Draco."

Astoria looked at her warily. "Draco? What about him? Is he okay?"

"Oh, yes, he's fine." She wrapped her hands around her cup. Everything she had planned to say was all jumbled up in her head. "The thing is... well, he's, um, seeing someone."

For a moment, Astoria's expression was one of alarm, but then she let out a sharp laugh. "Thank Merlin! I've been hoping he'd find someone, but good grief, it's been ages!"

Hermione's eyes went wide. "You have?"

Astoria rolled her eyes and leaned forward. "You have no idea. After the conference, when you told me a whole lot of things I needed to hear but didn't want to at the time, I tried to speak with him. He was very firm when he told me it wasn't going to happen."

"I see."

"Then... I met someone." Her eyes sparkled.

"Yeah?" Hermione felt a rush of relief. "Who is it? I haven't seen anything in the papers. Granted, I rarely read them."

Astoria sighed. "My mother won't let the idea of me with Draco go. Until I can convince her that it's not going to happen, I can't even think about acting on it. But... we do see each other. And... he's wonderful."

Hermione smiled. "I'm thrilled for you! Truly! Do you want to tell me who it is?"

"Well, all right. You know him, actually. You're well acquainted with his family." Astoria blushed, her eyes bright.

"Really?" She tried to think of who it might be, but she had no idea where to start. "Go on!"

"Yes. Right. It's just... my mother will lose her mind. But he's pureblood, at least. We meet at a symposium in July in Budapest. The topic was South American dragons."

Hermione waited for more, but from the look on Astoria's face, those were all the clues she was going to get. Then it hit her. "Wait. Not... not Charlie Weasley?"

Astoria's whole face lit up. "Yes! But you can't say a word! I don't get to see him much, since he's in Romania, but... it's incredible whenever I do."

"I don't know what to say! I'm very happy for you! Do you plan to ever tell your mother?"

"Yes, of course. Once she lets the idea of me and Draco go." Astoria rolled her eyes. "She still thinks it's possible. But speaking of him! I forgot, he's the reason you wanted to talk to me. He's seeing someone?"

Hermione took a steadying breath. "Yes. Um, he is. It's... me."

Astoria's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. "You? Really?"

Hermione shrugged, trying to seem at ease. "We've been friends for some time now, and… well, it slowly developed into something more over the course of this year."

A shadow passed over Astoria's face. "Since when? When you said all of that to me in May?"

"No, of course not. I didn't lie to you! But I had only just realized my feelings for him before that trip. I didn't find out about his until a few weeks ago."

The other woman seemed slightly on edge for a moment, then she appeared to brush it off, even going as far as to smile. "I can see it, you know. Now that I think about it. Yes, you're much more suited for him than I am." She reached over and squeezed Hermione's wrist. "Good for you. Really. Now I just need you to tell the world so that my mother will get over her obsession and I can tell her about Charlie!"

Hermione laughed. "Molly is going to lose her mind. I think they'd all given up on him."

Astoria grinned, her expression taking on a far away look. "He wants to bring me to his brother's wedding. Hopefully everything will work out so he can."

They talked for another hour, with Astoria peppering her with questions about Charlie. Hermione decided that she genuinely liked the other woman, now that she was securely fastened to someone else's arm.

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Sunday, 12 NOVEMBER

Hermione was nervous. Tonight was the night: their first date.

She felt silly over being so nervous; after all, they'd seen each other plenty of times before, even gone to dinner just the two of them a few times. But it was always casual, not planned beforehand.

Not so this time.

Draco had sent her an invitation that morning on crisp, bright white parchment requesting her company for the evening. He had explicitly written "This is the date" on the bottom. She'd laughed and then immediately started to panic.

That feeling had been with her all day, all through lunch at The Burrow, where she'd had to fend off dozens of questions about her wellbeing. Charlie had been there, and they'd spoken briefly about Astoria. His whole expression had lit up like fairy lights when he talked about her, and Hermione suspected they'd be going public very soon.

A quick glance at her clock read ten 'til seven, exactly one minute from the last time she'd looked. His note said he'd pick her up at seven and to be ready for something delicious and messy. She'd spent an hour in her closet going through her meager offerings, finally deciding on denims and a flowy blouse. She hoped the top wouldn't be a problem with the messy portion of the evening, but with so little to go on, she'd opted for something that made her feel pretty.

Plus, she'd stashed a few extra tops in her beaded bag, just in case.

As for her hair, well, she'd tried to control the curls so they were intentional rather than haphazard.

She'd wanted to ask Pansy to come and help her with everything, but that would have required telling Pansy what was going on, and she wasn't prepared for that yet. They'd told the two people they'd felt most needed to know before it was general knowledge, and she was looking forward to a whole evening with just him, where they wouldn't have to worry or think about people seeing them and writing about it in the papers.

Hermione was a ball of nervous energy, trying desperately to read an entire sentence without getting distracted, when there was a knock on her door. The clock read five 'til seven, so she frowned, wondering who it could be.

When she opened the door, Draco was there, grinning mischievously. "I figured you might appreciate me putting a quicker end to your misery."

She exhaled in relief, then without really thinking about it, threw her arms around him. His hands went immediately to her back, and when she tipped her head back to look at him, he kissed her gently.

When he pulled back, his eyes were intense, as though there were hundreds of things he wanted to say or do, but he merely gave her a small smile. "Hi."

"I am glad that you came a little early. Are we ready?"

He nodded and held out his arm. "We'll be Apparating. Shall we?"

Hermione nodded, locked her flat with a wave of her wand, and linked arms with him.

Moments later, they were standing outside a brick building somewhere in London. She gave him a quizzical look. "What are we doing?"

"I signed us up for a class." He nodded toward a set of black double doors with mullioned panes on the top half. "We're going to make French treats."

She gazed at him, then burst out laughing. "Is this because I told you how terrible my cooking classes went earlier this year?"

He grinned and opened the door, pressing a hand to the small of her back to guide her through. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Two and a half hours later they were waiting with bated breath to see how their macaron cookies would turn out. It was a moment of down time, and Hermione was leaning against the counter, her eyes fixed on the oven.

Draco stood beside her, licking the spatula. "They'll be fine."

"Our instructor made it sound like getting these right is a fluke with so many variables." She looked at him. "I want them to be perfect."

His eyes softened. "Why?"

She shrugged. "Because. We have history with these little sandwich treats. I love that we're making them together for our first date."

"I'm sure they will be delicious. Have you tried some of this?" He held the spatula out to her, nearly licked clean.

"No. Thank you, though."

He grinned and brandished the utensil before her. "You should try it. Come on. One taste?"

"I'll try the cookies when they're done."

With a swipe of his finger, he got most of the remaining batter off the spatula and offered it to her.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, and he motioned for her to try the batter, a playful smirk on his face. She suddenly felt very warm, and in a moment of daring she hadn't seen coming, flicked her tongue out to lick the sweet concoction from his fingertip.

His smirk dropped into something intense, his eyes widening slightly as his gaze dipped to her lips. For an instant, everything around them melted into nothing as they stared at each other for a heartbeat.

Then someone dropped a metal bowl, and the loud clanging broke the spell. Hermione spun away in order to focus on something other than the thought of kissing him. He continued his task of cleaning up their area while she read the next steps.

When the timer dinged, they were almost ready with their filling, a simple buttercream frosting. Draco pulled out the trays and set them on the counter.

"How do they look?" She peered at the perfect little round wafers, looking for the tell-tale 'feet' the instructor had mentioned. Sure enough, every single one of theirs had turned out right. "They're perfect!" She beamed at Draco, turning just in time to see him pop one in his mouth. "Hey!"

His expression was wide-eyed and innocent. "What? We need a taste test."

She rolled her eyes. "And how is it?"

"Pretty good." Draco took another off the tray. "I think I should try a few more."

"No!" She swatted his hand playfully as he reached for a third. "I want to finish the recipe."

"We're going to have dozens. You won't miss three—four!—of these!" He snatched a fourth one and jumped out of her reach, chewing with relish as he smirked at her.

Hermione shook his head. "You and that sweet tooth."

"It's your fault I love these things so much."

"My fault?" She peered up at him from her position of applying icing to one of the cookies.

"You sent me a box for my birthday, remember?"

She smiled and returned to her task. "Yes. Had them shipped from Paris."

He shrugged. "Now I think of you whenever I eat them."

Hermione stood straight and surveyed the three trays of macaron halves. "I suppose you'll be thinking about me a lot over the coming weeks. Or will this only cover a few days?"

Draco chuckled and stepped closer, his arm crossing her back to hitch at her waist. "Trust me. I don't need macarons to give me a reason to think about you." He gently squeezed her hip, then put a little space between them.

Hermione blushed, focusing on making the little sandwich treats, placing one cookie atop another that had icing on it.

Whenever he did something intimate, like squeezing her hip, holding her hand, or any of the little touches he was wont to do, she felt a rush of heat and a slight tendril of awkwardness. They'd be in the middle of a conversation, something they'd done hundreds of times, and then he'd do something to remind her that they were more than just friends. Every time it caught her off guard, made her breath hitch, or caused her to react in some unnatural way. She wondered when it would pass. She wondered if it was simply the strength of her attraction that caused the mere brush of his fingers on her arm to lead to a cascade of delightful sensations all through her.

When the class concluded, Draco and Hermione had five packages of sweets to take home: madeleines, macarons, and croissants. They folded their aprons and were about to leave when the instructor approached them.

"You two have clearly done this before."

They looked at each other.

"Done what?" Hermione asked.

"Baked before. Maybe not macarons, but the way you moved together and communicated, many times without words, was unusually smooth."

Draco grinned. "We haven't, actually. This was our first date."

Hermione shot him a look. "However, we've been friends for a while. And in school, we had classes like this every year, so we both developed good habits."

The instructor raised an eyebrow. "Fascinating. You had cooking classes every year?"

"No. More like... Chemistry lessons. Having to be meticulous in preparing ingredients to be combined in certain ways."

"Well, that sounds like a fascinating school. Where is it?"

"Scotland." Draco took her hand. "It's a private school. Thank you again for the class." He didn't wait, tugging Hermione gently after him.

Once outside, he cast a few charms to protect their treasures, then gave the boxes to her. "In your bag, yeah?"

She nodded and quickly shoved the packages out of sight. "That was fun, Draco. I had a really nice time."

"Good. It was... different. Quite a lot of work for such a small thing. Do you think you'll ever try to make these again? I can't imagine doing it myself."

Hermione had a brief picture of making more macarons for him, and she smiled mysteriously. "Maybe together?"

He gave her a wistful look. "I like the sound of that."

At that, her stomach rumbled slightly. "As wonderful as tonight had been, I'm... really hungry." There had been a beautiful spread of finger foods available during their class, but there hadn't exactly been a lot of time for leisurely eating. She'd grabbed small plates of things during their breaks, but it hadn't been substantial.

"Me too. What do you have in mind?" He glanced around the street but they were in a primarily residential part of London.

"Thai. There's a delicious place near the Leaky. It's late, though; we could get takeaway and eat at my place?"

He quickly agreed and she led him to the nearest secluded spot. After making sure the coast was clear, she Apparated them both.

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting down at her table, takeaway cartons spread over its surface. Conversation flowed easily, though she kept having to stop herself from asking about their past. That was a stipulation she had requested for their date, but she was so curious to hear everything from the year leading up to their balcony kiss that her mind naturally drifted in that direction.

They moved to the sofa; she opened a bottle of wine. She wound up tucked into his side, his arm around her shoulder and hand holding hers, as they debated the ethics of one of his cases.

When she found herself yawning three times in quick succession, she looked at the clock. It read ten till two.

Hermione sat up abruptly. "Oh Draco! It's so late! You have to work tomorrow!"

After glancing at the clock himself, he merely shrugged. "That's what coffee is for. Though I don't typically enjoy the stuff, it serves a purpose."

"Even so, I'm falling asleep." She didn't want to say he had to leave, because she never wanted to be away from him.

He got the hint and stood, stretching. "I've definitely dozed a few times. I suppose I ought to get a few hours of sleep."

Hermione gave him a grateful smile and stood as well. "Yes. The DMLE needs its Aurors in top form."

Draco smiled sleepily and pulled her into his arms. "Am I allowed to kiss you goodnight?"

"Yes, please." She tilted her head up, breath catching at the sudden intensity of his gaze.

But though it looked as if he wanted to devour her whole, his kiss was gentle and sweet. It was still enough to make her want more, but she didn't want to keep him up any longer.

"Goodnight, Granger."

She blinked in surprise. "You haven't called me that in a long time!"

"Not out loud, anyway." He smirked and tapped his head. Then he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Until next time, Hermione."

Then he was gone.

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Wednesday, 15 NOVEMBER

A knock on the door interrupted Hermione's thoughts. She'd been rereading a letter from Minerva, hoping that something new would jump out at her. Hermione had written to the Headmistress the week before, asking for guidance on what she should do next. Minerva had responded by offering her a position at Hogwarts, even though there were currently no teaching vacancies.

Having you here would be reason enough. We'll find something for you.

It reminded Hermione of what Narcissa had said, that she would create a position just for Hermione with the Foundation. And while both options were things she would truly enjoy—teaching at Hogwarts or working closely with Narcissa—she felt a bit unsettled at the idea of her friends making up positions for her. She wanted to do something that she believed in and she wanted to earn it all on her own.

But she tucked the letter away and went to answer the door, wondering who it could be; she wasn't expecting anyone.

To her delight, it was Draco, holding two bags of takeaway and smiling sheepishly.

"I got out of work sooner than I thought and I was hungry. I figured you might be hungry too?"

Hermione smiled and held the door open for him. "You're in luck. I happen to be hungry."

"Otherwise you'd send me packing, I know." He kissed her as he entered the flat, then went to the kitchen table and started distributing food. "I thought we might get through more of your list tonight. This isn't a date, of course, simply a convenient way to spend dinner time."

She chuckled. "Yes. You just happened to be in the area with my favorite takeaway." From the kitchen, she retrieved plates, forks, knives, glasses, and a carafe of water.

He gave her a sharp look. "Oh, no, that part was absolutely intentional. I figured I'd better show up with something you really liked or you might send me away."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she poured them glasses of water. "You know very well that you could have shown up with nothing in hand and I'd have been happy to see you. You don't need to manufacture reasons to come by if you want to."

"Good. And I know that, but I was genuinely hungry." He grinned and sat down, rubbing his hands together. "I'm ready for The List."

"The List, huh? Well, let's see. We've gone through a lot of it already." She made a show of pulling out the now worn parchment that contained her questions. She ran a finger down the rows of writing until she came to a section that hadn't been crossed off. "Let's discuss our little scuffle in August."

Draco's eyes went wide and he cringed. "What? Why? We've already been through that, haven't we?"

"Have you told me everything? I want to know what you were thinking before that—ooh, I want to know what Pansy said to you at your house! When we showed up that morning and Suzanne was leaving!"

Draco's jaw clenched and his expression went hard. "I love Pansy, but that woman can be impossible. She… basically yelled at me, telling me she knew I had feelings for you, so what was I doing with some random woman on a Saturday morning. I don't do well being attacked like that, so I didn't respond, which only made her angrier. I finally told her that no, I hadn't slept with Suzanne, but she didn't seem to want to believe me. It was infuriating. And then she insisted I go to brunch with you two, and as much as I didn't want to even look at Pansy, I did want to see you because I'm sure if Pansy thought I'd been sleeping with Suzanne, you would have too, and… I don't know, I wanted you to know that I wasn't? That I hadn't? But I couldn't very well say that because you'd wonder why I wanted you to know so much, and Pansy would have been intolerable. She barely believed me anyway, and berated me for 'betraying my feelings' which she didn't even have confirmation of and was just going off assumptions she'd made. I told her that if I wanted to sleep with my neighbor, I had every right, and who did she think she was getting angry at me for it?"

Hermione looked at him in amusement. "That was not my favorite morning."

"No. And then, of course, I was an arse to you." He grimaced. "But now you know why my nerves were frayed to begin with. It doesn't excuse my actions, but hopefully it helps give them some context. I knew Suzanne was interested in me, and I might have enjoyed that knowledge a little, especially since you were dating Marcus when that started. But I had no intentions of doing something rash."

"Yet you kissed her." Hermione pointed at him with her fork.

Draco sighed. "Yes. I did. Are there questions on your list about that?"

Hermione glanced at her sheet. There were. But, of course, she didn't have to address those. She knew the important things, namely that he'd broken things off with her early in October. "Did you fancy her?"

"I… imagined I could have. I'm sure that doesn't help any. But… I wanted to, in a way. Because I didn't think I had any future with you, and I was tired of wanting something to happen when nothing ever did. At your birthday dinner, on the boat—"

"Oh! Yes, I definitely have questions about my birthday!"

He gave her a wary look. "Are we finished with Suzanne, then?"

"I don't know. I think so?" She shrugged. "I mean, you chose me over her."

He snorted. "There was no choice. Not really. I realize that I was unfair to Suzanne, but I didn't do it on purpose. I thought I'd have some fun, maybe get over you. She wasn't too upset, I don't think."

"I think she was more upset than she wanted you to know, if I had to guess. It was obvious when I met her that she was interested in you." Hermione felt some sympathy for Suzanne. Draco was an incredible man, and any woman would be lucky to catch his eye. Hopefully, she'd get past it quickly.

"Maybe you're right, but we never did more than have dinner a few times. I tried to keep things light and casual. I even told her I wasn't ready for anything serious." He winced slightly. "Something tells me she was okay with that because she hoped I'd change my mind."

"That wouldn't surprise me. But as long as you were honest with her, that's what's important." She took a drink of her water. "Now. About my birthday. You weren't okay, were you?"

He sighed and picked up his empty water glass. "You got anything stronger than this?"

"Of course." She stood quickly. "I'll bring in a bottle of wine." In the kitchen, she quickly retrieved two wine glasses and a bottle from the fridge. When she returned, she poured them both a drink.

Draco took a sip and swirled the liquid in the glass. "I was not great, I'll admit that. It had been one year to the day since I'd realized my feelings for you, and I… I felt a lot of things. I was angry with myself because, even after a year, nothing had changed, except that what I felt had only grown stronger. Yet in all that time, all I'd managed to do was sort of ask you out, panic when it didn't happen the way I thought it would, then retreat into my own head for months. And you made it sound like you were happy with the way things were. Said you were okay being there alone."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I mean, I was, in that it wasn't the end of my world. I'd much rather have been with you. But you were dating Suzanne then, remember?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes. Technically, I was dating her. But if you had given me any indication that you cared for me, I'd have rectified that technicality faster than you can say 'Weasley is our King.'"

Hermione grinned at the reference to their fifth year.

"As I did when you kissed me at the end of September."

"I am sorry, Draco." He started to protest but she continued. "I'm sorry that I didn't pick up on the fact that you were interested in me."

"Don't be! How could you have? I didn't make it very obvious."

"Pansy saw it."

He snorted. "Pansy sees all kinds of things, and it doesn't make them all true."

"Well, looking back on everything, I don't see how I didn't notice." She laughed lightly, enjoying the warm feeling from both the wine and his eyes. "I suppose hindsight really is twenty-twenty."

Draco blinked, then frowned. "I'm sorry, it's what?"

"Twenty-twenty." She sat up a little straighter, excited at the thought of telling him something new. "It's how Muggles measure their vision. I don't know how wizards do it, since I don't need corrective lenses. I wonder what Harry does now."

"What about hindsight?"

"Yes, sorry. There's this saying that hindsight is twenty-twenty, meaning that when you look back, behind you, things that you didn't see at the time are obvious. Like when I think back on this year, I can see the evidence of your affection, even though I dismissed those things as something else at the time."

"Ah. I'm not sure I can say the same."

"You spent a lot of time avoiding me after I realized my feelings."

He gave her a piercing look. "You spent a lot of time dating Marcus, I believe."

"But that only lasted until July! Why didn't you do something then?"

"Because I thought you weren't interested. And so I kept pulling away. I've no excuses other than I felt certain I knew your feelings, so I saw no point in further risking myself. I am especially adept at self-preservation, as I've told you before."

Hermione shook her head. "It's a little crazy to think about this whole year. If you'd asked me early on, I mean really asked me out, I don't know what I'd have said, but I feel confident, based on how I feel now, that it wouldn't have taken me long to realize how much I care for you. It didn't take me long at all to fall for you once I started thinking about you in that way. Though I still didn't believe you'd think of me the same way."

Draco's expression softened and he was quiet for a while. He'd finished eating and was slowly sipping his wine. Finally, he smiled and sat up, setting his glass down. "Any more questions?"

"Not tonight." She smiled. "I want to hear about your day."

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Sunday, 19 NOVEMBER

"I can't thank you enough for this." Hermione tipped her head in amusement.

Draco looked a little green around the edges, but he smiled at her nonetheless. "I've told you I'd do anything for you, remember?"

She patted his chest and kissed him briefly. "I do. Which is why I asked you to attend Sunday dinner at The Burrow with me. It's the perfect place to reveal our relationship to our friends. Well, mostly my friends, but Pansy will be there, too."

"Which means everyone will know by tomorrow." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "I've been to The Burrow before, of course, but never with such an important announcement. I do like your logic of getting so much of the attention out of the way at once."

"Exactly. Are you ready?"

He shook his head. "It's one thing to attend the occasional dinner as Potter's partner. But these people love you like family. What if they think I'm not good enough for you? I'm mean, they'd be right, of course, but what if they hate me? What if—"

Hermione put a finger to his lips, then replaced it with her own. He was hesitant at first, then she nipped his lower lip and he responded eagerly, darting his tongue out to slide along her lips. She allowed him to deepen the kiss as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her back.

After a few minutes, she slowed things down. "How about now?"

He rolled his eyes. "If you think a quick snog is going to erase the riot of anxious energy flooding through me, you're wrong. I'll never be ready." He took her hand and brought her wrist up, pressing a light kiss to the sensitive skin. "But let's go."

Hermione exhaled sharply, then swallowed hard. "Um, yes. Yes, let's." Before she changed her mind and dragged him to her bedroom.

When they arrived on the outskirts of the Weasley property, Hermione took Draco's hand. "I have no idea who's going to be here. Harry only said he'd make sure everyone pertinent is here. We'll just take each interaction as it comes."

"Right." He was staring at the ground and Hermione had a brief flash of worry that he might be sick. But then his gaze met hers and he smiled. "Lead the way."

It was a short walk to the house, but she hadn't wanted to arrive in the middle of the open yard. As she pushed through the tall grass on the edge of the cleared area, a nervous swoop rushed through her. But then her eyes locked on Harry, sitting in a chair surrounded by a group of people she couldn't bother trying to sort out. He seemed to have been looking for them, and his big, goofy grin set her slightly more at ease.

He waved and turned to Ginny, whose gaze then drifted to them as they walked. Her eyes went wide and she reached over and poked Pansy, who'd been in conversation with George.

Ginny then pointed. Pansy's distracted gaze first fell on Hermione, then darted to Draco behind her. Her eyes widened as she noticed their hands joined.

Draco sucked in a breath. "Here we go."

Pansy stood up. "No! Shut up! Stop it! What!?"

Hermione and Draco had reached the small group, which she saw comprised Harry and Ginny, Ron and Pansy, George and Luna, and Charlie.

Pansy flung her arms around Hermione's neck, crushing her in a tight hug. In the process, she let go of Draco's hand. Pansy then whipped back and held her at arm's length. "It's about bloody time is all I can say."

Then she turned to Draco and her demeanor changed. She softened, her eyes almost misty as she gave him a very different hug. It was long and friendly. When they parted, she smiled kindly. "Draco."

"Hey, Pansy."

Hermione didn't hear anything else because Ginny was there next, also giving her a hug. She whispered, "I can't wait to hear everything! And I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

"Yes! Sit!" George pointed to an empty space between Charlie and Luna. "Budge over, everyone! Make room, make room." George beamed at them. "Looks like another Weasley's Valentine's speed dating extravaganza success story!"

Ginny snorted. "Have there been others?"

George looped his arm around Luna. "You're looking at one!"

Ron rolled his eyes and looked at Hermione with a skeptical expression. "So anyway. You two? I mean... who saw that coming?"

Collectively, Harry, Pansy, Ginny, and Luna all raised their hands. Ron gaped at them. "What? How?" He turned to Pansy as though she'd betrayed him. "Why didn't you warn me? What happened with Flint?"

Pansy patted his leg condescendingly. "I love you, Ron, but you would have said something disastrous."

Everyone laughed and Ron scowled for a moment before joining in.

Hermione felt Draco stiffen slightly at the mention of Marcus, but he said nothing, only held her hand more securely. As though she had any interest in anything but him.

"Well? How long has this been going on?" Ron crossed his arms, but his scowl softened. not in an unfriendly way.

"About a month." Hermione winced slightly as her friends all shouted varying shades of incredulity. "But we had a lot to work through, some people to tell, before we were ready to tell everyone."

Charlie cleared his throat. "So does this mean it's public knowledge now?"

Hermione nodded, smiling at him, and his eyes lit up. "We aren't going to make any sort of official proclamation about it, but I have a plan."

"You do?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "Were you going to tell me the plan?"

"Yes. Eventually. It's nothing, really, just a gentle path toward the truth getting out." At his continued pretend skepticism, she squeezed his hand. "Don't you trust me?"

"Oh, ho! That right there is dangerous, Malfoy!" Ron slapped his leg in amusement.

"Of course he does." Pansy gave Ron a sharp look. "But anyway, what I want to know is, who broke first? Who crossed the line?"

Draco sighed dramatically. "I suppose that was me. I'd reached the breaking point."

Pansy clapped her hands together. "My money was on Hermione. Oh well. It's fine, that's what matters."

"I knew it would be him." Harry sent his partner a knowing, smug look. "Knew he was at his end. Hermione can suffer through discontent better than anyone I know."

They all laughed again.

"It was obvious to me when I saw them together at George's Valentine's party," Luna chimed in. "You could have cut the tension with a knife. She was oblivious, of course, but Draco, you were practically walking around with a sign over your head. And when you left after finishing our row... I don't know how she didn't get it then."

It was Hermione's turn to blush. "I wasn't thinking of him that way!"

"So, is this it, then?" Draco asked, eyes on Ron. "Will there be some sort of dressing down? A scolding? A scathing 'hurt her and we hurt you' talk?"

Ron shrugged and put his arm around Pansy. "Not from me. If PansyHermione's vetted you, I can't do any better than that."

Pansy gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You are so getting lucky tonight for that."

Everyone laughed as Ron blushed crimson, though he grinned at Pansy nonetheless.

Just then, Molly Weasley's voice could be heard calling out to everyone: "Time to eat! Come on and help!"

The next ten minutes were a chaotic jumble of preparation. Tables were procured and set, food was brought out, and drinks were served. The Weasleys had this process down to a science, but it still felt and looked completely random.

There were two seats together when Hermione was able to sit, and Percy started to sit in the other one.

Ginny reached over and waved him away. "That's for Malfoy, Perce. Go on. Shoo."

Everyone at the table, who hadn't been around for the news earlier, turned as one to watch Draco sink into the spot beside her.

Fleur made a breathy gasp. "Oh, Hermione! Are zee two of you togezehr?"

Hermione nodded, trying to project nonchalance despite the burning in her cheeks. "Yes."

Molly broke into a wide smile and turned to Arthur. "I told you so. I believe you owe me ten Galleons." The entire table roared with shocked laughter. Molly held her hand out to her husband. "Come on, now. Pay up! You too, Bill."

Bill grudgingly pulled a handful of coins out of his pocket. "I bet he'd be the one. Was I right?" He looked at Draco.

The very tips of his cheeks turned pink but he didn't blink. "Technically, yes. Though it was purely an act of self-preservation. None of the ill-conceived bravery you lot are famous for."

Bill grinned smugly and pocketed his coins once more.

Ginny's eyes went wide, and she pointed at Hermione. "Wait, now. You kissed him first!"

There were a dozen gasps. Draco chuckled and downed a full glass of wine.

Fleur stood with a triumphant shriek. "Yes! I knew you would do it, Hermione!" She held out her hand and flapped her fingers. "Pay up!"

Bill, Arthur, Charlie, Percy, and even Molly handed Fleur what she was due.

"Sorry about that!" Molly said, somewhat sheepishly. "Congratulations, you two!"

The meal began amongst laughter and general well wishes.

Pansy, however, was staring at Hermione, her eyes narrowed slightly. "You've been withholding, and I don't appreciate it one bit."

Hermione winced but Draco spoke up. "Pansy, like it or not, you aren't the center of everyone's universe. Besides, you were in my ear about Hermione and me every time you saw me. There's no way you'd have been able to keep it quiet. You know what you mean to me, Pans, and you know I'd have seen through any attempts to hide."

She huffed. "Fine. You're right." With a quick glance around, she leaned forward to speak to Hermione. "We need dinner. You, me, and Ginny. As soon as possible, are we clear?"

"Yes. I'd love that." It would be fun to talk about her relationship with Draco, and she was happy to get to share her happiness with both her friends.

Draco was caught up in a conversation about Quidditch, and before she knew it, the meal was over.

Later, when all the buzz around her new relationship had died down, Harry found her catching a moment alone. He sat down on the ground beside her, knees drawn up to his chest. After a moment, he nudged her with his shoulder.

"So what happens now?"

"What do you mean?" She gave him a surprised look. "Happens with Draco?"

"Oh, no. What happens with him is really obvious. You two will end up like Ron and Pansy, getting engaged in three months. I was referring to you. You've been without a job now for, what? Almost two months? I know you, and that isn't a good place to be."

Hermione sighed and picked at some grass. "You're right. Though, I've been awfully distracted most of those two months." She sought Draco out in the garden area and found him laughing at something George had just said. "But I really ought to start thinking about my future. The thing is, Harry… I have no idea! I'd thought the Ministry was the place for me, but that didn't last long."

"You enjoy what you do with Narcissa. Maybe you should join the board?"

"I don't think I can? Not of hers, at least. She sort of offered me a position with the Foundation, but that's not a long-term solution."

Harry was quiet for a moment. "You were really alive when you were working for the pixies. Is there any way to do something similar?"

She shrugged. "All I really did was find someone who knew the ins and outs of wizarding law who could help me navigate the system and advocate for the pixies. I brought the case, but Jenkins did all the work."

"Could you do what he does?"

"What? You mean become a solicitor?" The idea had truly never occurred to her, even though it seemed like a logical step if she wanted to help magical creatures in some meaningful way. If she couldn't change the laws from within the Ministry, she could challenge them from the outside.

"Why not? It's not like it would be hard. And you love to do research."

Her heart started pounding very fast. "Harry! I think you might be onto something!" Another glance at Draco found him talking with one of Bill and Fleur's children. What would this mean for her brand new relationship? "Don't say anything to anyone."

"And by anyone, you mean Draco." Harry chuckled. "The secrets you two have asked me to keep."

"It's not for long. I just… I need to think about this."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. I won't tell him."

"Thank you, Harry. I mean it. Really."

---

Monday, 20 NOVEMBER

There was a knock on Hermione's door. She was so full of anxious anticipation that she jumped at the sound, laughing at herself as she went to answer it. Only, she didn't open the door just yet, instead speaking to her caller.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Um, I need you to close your eyes."

"Alright. They're closed."

Hermione checked the peephole, then slowly turned the knob. "Keep them closed. I'm going to lead you inside."

He nodded. She took his hand and pulled until she could close the door behind him. Then she took a few steps away and faced him, bouncing with excitement. "Okay. When you open your eyes, you'll find out what we're doing for our date. Go ahead."

Draco slowly opened his eyes, and his mouth spread into a wide grin. "Quidditch?" He dragged his gaze up and down, taking in the oversized Quidditch jersey she wore for the Falmouth Falcons. Denims and trainers completed the outfit. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail fitted through a ball cap which also sported the Falcons logo.

"Yes! I was able to get excellent seats for the Falcons game tonight in Falmouth." She grabbed her beaded bag and joined him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Shall we go? Oh, no, wait." Opening her bag, she stuck in her arm and brought out a gray flag for the Falcons and handed it to him. "I got you this."

He chuckled and whipped his arm out to pull her closer. "I can't wait. But I'd like to give you a proper kiss first, if that's alright with you."

She nodded vigorously.

She loved the feel of his arms around her, holding her right where he wanted her, possessive and unrepentant as he kissed her. It was an intense, passionate kiss that quickly left her knees wobbly, and he ended it by nipping playfully on her bottom lip. "There. You look properly snogged."

"That's excellent, actually." Not wanting to step away yet, eager to stoke the fire he'd kindled, she kissed him again. "It will work nicely with my plan."

He froze and gave her a skeptical look. "Your plan?"

"Mmhmm. My plan for slowly introducing us to the wizarding world at large. Don't worry, it's not outlandish. You won't do anything you don't want to do. But come on, we can talk while we find our seats. Ready to Apparate?"

"Yes. But I'll be honest, I've heard about some of your plans. I'm slightly terrified."

She shook her head, eyes sparkling. "Don't be! Promise. Let's go!"

When they'd shown their tickets to the attendant, she directed them toward the top seats. Draco effortlessly took her hand, threading his fingers with hers, and they started in the direction they'd been sent.

"Well, let's have it then." He gave her hand a squeeze.

"Yes. Alright. We need to be seen in public together, right? So a Quidditch game is a great opportunity. There will be lots of people here, especially tonight, since the Magpies are doing so well. We're bound to be noticed by someone. I've given this a lot of thought, and I think the trick is to be subtle. We don't want to jump out and call a lot of attention to ourselves, but at the same time, we need the general public to know. For Astoria, if nothing else."

"So far, I follow you."

"See? It's nothing sinister. We'll just slowly be out in public together until it really catches on, and then we can be less intentional about what we do." They'd reached their level and were now looking for their seats.

Draco spotted their row and pointed toward the middle. "Looks like we've got to get past a few people."

"You go first."

Their seats were fantastic, some of the best in the stadium. Draco looked around him, his expression one of delight. She'd known that a Quidditch match would be excellent from a publicity point of view, but also that he would likely really enjoy it. When the thought had occurred to her, it had been an obvious choice.

"Where did you get the tickets?" He was watching the scoreboard carefully.

"A friend got them for me."

He shot her a look. "Krum?"

"Yes, Viktor. He's got connections everywhere in the Quidditch world."

A shadow passed over his face.

Hermione pulled his hand into her lap. "Draco, I was fifteen. You're not seriously jealous of Viktor."

"Maybe you were fifteen at the Yule Ball, but it was only last month that he escorted you to the fundraiser." He started to rub his thumb absently against her skin, sending little jolts along her nerves.

"Where you and I proceeded to kiss on the balcony." She nudged him with her shoulder. "I assure you, Viktor is only a friend. He's been a friend for more years than I can count. But Ron could never quite get past it, and it was always a sore point between us. I refused to give up the friendship, and Ron refused to accept it." She gave him a pointed look. "Don't be like Ron."

Draco made a face. "The very idea is horrible. Alright, then. I won't be jealous of Viktor Krum."

"Good." She smiled, then gave him a quick kiss before settling comfortably against him.

The game started soon after, and it was one of the most exciting she'd ever been to. The Montrose Magpies was something of a breakout team in the league that year, a team nobody expected to do well at all. Draco seemed to know everything about both teams, and he spent most of the time regaling her with background stories on the players, which she enjoyed immensely. She was able to surprise him with her knowledge of the game, though it could only go so far considering she'd never really played it. Pick-up games at The Burrow weren't the best opportunities for learning the finer details of strategy.

Hermione's plan to get them noticed, however, had involved slightly more than simply appearing at a game with him. During a time out in the second hour, images from the audience began to appear on the scoreboard, and the people featured would wave excitedly when they noticed they were on the screen. Hermione had requested to be shown at some point during the game, and when she saw herself with Draco, she grabbed his arm and pointed.

He laughed, then pulled her in for a searing kiss. The crowd whooped and whistled for them before the camera moved on to someone else.

Once he knew they weren't visible anymore, he ended it, a smirk on his face. "I know you did that on purpose."

"And you cooperated nicely without me even having to mention it!" She preened triumphantly.

He chuckled, resting his arm around her. "I have a feeling there will be tongues wagging before the hour is up."

"What matters is that it makes it into the papers tomorrow." She leaned her head against him, her smile wide. Astoria's mother would see, which would hopefully set in motion the ability for her daughter to openly date Charlie Weasley. But it was more than that. She was anxious to see how Draco would respond to the open criticisms of their relationship that she knew were sure to come. They may come in the form of newspaper articles, opinion columns in gossip magazines, or backhanded comments from acquaintances, but it was inevitable.

The game lasted nearly four hours. Hermione was exhausted by the time it was over, and she felt bad because she knew Draco had to be at work the next morning. She yawned as they stood and stretched before they started to make their way out. Draco offered to escort her home via Side-Along Apparition, and they landed in her flat.

Hermione yawned again. "I'm so sorry, Draco. I hope your day at work tomorrow isn't unpleasant because you're too tired."

He chuckled. "That's what coffee is for, remember? Besides, that was an epic game. I saw at least two other Aurors from my department there, so I won't be the only one."

"I had a really nice time. Thank you for coming with me." She smiled sleepily at him.

Draco shoved his hands into his pockets. "I know I've said this before, but someday you're really going to believe me. If you want me around, even for something as mundane as grocery shopping or as unpleasant as a trip to the bank, I will be there. Now that I know you want me—"

She grinned and interrupted. "I know. Wild thestrals couldn't keep you away."

Draco nodded and kissed her forehead.

The thought flitted through her mind that it would be so nice to fall asleep in his arms, but tonight wasn't the right time.

She smiled up at him. "I do believe you. And I hope that work goes well. You're in charge of the next date, by the way."

He chuckled and tapped his temple. "I'm already way ahead of you." It looked like he wanted to say something more, but instead he kissed her quickly, gave a small wave, and Disapparated.

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Friday, 24 NOVEMBER

Hermione,

Come and have lunch with me at the Ministry on Friday. They're serving your favorite.

Love,
Harry

Hermione was anxious about returning to the Ministry. It would be her first time back since losing her case—and her job—and she did not know what to expect. However, nobody gave her any strange looks as she entered, turned in her wand for inspection, and continued toward the cafeteria.

Automatically she got into the queue, paid her handful of Sickles, and started loading her tray. She got two plates of her favorite dish and then noticed with excitement that they were also serving strawberry ice cream.

She had been at the table she and Harry usually shared for less than two minutes when he arrived. But it wasn't only Harry; Draco had come, too.

"Hi!" She stood and gave Draco a quick hug, which he returned.

"I'm not staying, of course. I just wanted to say hello." Draco's smile for her was warm.

Harry was grinning from ear to ear as he looked between the two of them. "Right, then, Malfoy. Don't you have some reports to work on?"

Draco scowled. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you left me a mess on purpose."

Harry feigned hurt. "You wound me with such an accusation! But, if you were correct, I needed to make sure you wouldn't come and interrupt my lunch." He turned to Hermione. "After all, I know you'd want to be sure I didn't leave any details out of those reports. I mean, it did take you a few weeks to tell me the truth. I'm not sure that quite fits the terms of our bargain."

Draco gritted his teeth. "You mean the one where you wheedled a confession out of me against my wishes?"

"Yeah, that's the one." Harry set his tray down and made a shooing motion with his hands. "Later, Malfoy. See you after lunch. My nice, long, informative lunch."

Draco rolled his eyes and, with a brief look Hermione's way, waved and left.

Then Harry turned Hermione. "So, remember when I asked you if there was anything you wanted to tell me a few weeks ago? Apparently, there was."

Hermione, who had been privy to all the details concerning this bargain between Draco and Harry and who also knew exactly how the conversation where Draco fulfilled his end went down, gave him a smirk. "No, there wasn't anything I wanted to tell you at that time. And I know that Draco has told you the reasons for the delay."

Harry shrugged.

Hermione continued. "You were still the first person he told. His mother figured it out, and I told Astoria. That was the only thing I asked of him, and I have my own reasons for it."

"Oh, I accept the order of the information being bestowed. It's simply that he could have come to me much sooner."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "We're only talking a difference of a few days? What does it really matter?'

Harry waved one hand dismissively. "Yeah, I don't really care. I'm just milking this for all that I possibly can with him. And, of course, he didn't give me any details. I don't want a ton of details, mind you, but a few would be nice. For example you kissed him—please, no more information on that—and then what happened?"

Hermione sighed and launched into the story of her feelings of shame after that night she'd first kissed Draco. She told Harry all the details from the fundraiser and how it led to them finally communicating.

"It's about bloody time, that's all I can say." He paused. "Are you happy, then?"

She didn't even try to stop the smile from spreading across her face. "Very much."

Harry nodded once. "Good. Now he won't be so mopey all the time. And he'll stay in one place! You realize, don't you, that he went all over the world to get away from you?"

"What?"

"You remember all that work traveling he did earlier this year. He might have said it was to do research for his Hogwarts plans, but mainly he felt he needed some space from how oblivious you were."

Hermione shook her head, giving him a severe look. "That may have been some of it. The trip certainly accomplished both things. I felt the distance he wanted to put between us." Then she sat up straight and carefully prepared a bite of food. "Besides, it didn't work, anyway. He didn't get over me."

Harry laughed. "No. No he didn't. He was still just as mopey when he got back. At least about you. Listen, Hermione, I'm really happy for you. I've been hoping this would happen for a long time because I've seen you together and I knew you'd be a good match. That's all I really wanted to say. Just wanted to drag you down here for old times' sake."

"I'm glad you did. I miss our regular Friday lunch dates. And I am rather glad Draco won't be traveling all over the world again, as well." She put down her fork and took a drink. "But enough about me! I want to hear about Eloise! And how is James doing? How is Ginny adjusting to two kids?"

Harry's expression brightened and he had no shortage of updates for her. The rest of the meal passed quickly, and before she knew it, he was heading back to work.

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Sunday, 26 NOVEMBER

Hermione spent the morning cleaning her flat. It had been a while, and it was overdue for a nice, deep cleaning. The sun was shining, letting brilliant golden beams of light into her home, and she hummed as she worked.

The efforts she'd taken on her second date with Draco had paid off: there were pictures and an endless stream of articles about them, the speculation running rampant. She'd turned down four requests for comment; apparently one instance of being seen in public together, including a resounding kiss on the large screen at the game, was enough to send the gossip mongers into a frenzy.

Not to mention Draco's typical reticence to be in the spotlight at all made his sudden appearance all the more interesting.

There was a full spectrum of commentary. Some people were stunned by the differences in blood status. Many lauded Draco and the strides he'd made since childhood. Hermione was considered the luckiest woman alive to have bagged Witch Weekly's sexiest man in England, three years running—to say nothing of his untold wealth and social standing.

Draco didn't read a word of it, but Hermione did, secretly noting his reactions whenever she read him an excerpt.

It was ridiculous, she realized after the third instance. He truly didn't care what anyone said about him or their relationship, and though she continued to regale him with increasingly outrageous theories being spun about them, she no longer felt a trace of doubt.

For some reason—perhaps it had been the wizarding societal blood prejudice forced on her since the age of twelve—she had needed to see his reactions to what other people were saying.

Now, there was only the future.

And she was ready—for everything.

By the time Draco knocked on her door at two that afternoon, the entire flat was spotless and she had taken a shower, dressed for a fun outing, and even done her hair.

He noticed immediately, an appreciative smile on his lips. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. Where are we going?" She closed and locked her door.

Draco took her hand. "I thought we'd kill two birds with one stone. I have meticulously planned a date to Diagon Alley where we will act however we want and be seen by lots and lots of people."

Hermione laughed. "That's perfect! Ooh, I've been meaning to stop in at Flourish and Blotts all week but Pansy has kept me so busy."

"Good then. Shall we?"

As per their agreement, they didn't discuss their past, though she didn't have too many lingering questions or concerns. They spent the entire day walking around, going into some shops she'd never been in, having a sumptuous high tea in the back garden of the nicest tea shop, and generally enjoying each other.

As evening neared and the sun set, lights came on all along the street, and it lent an atmosphere of magic of a different kind. She loved tucking herself close to him as they walked and talked with no destination in mind.

She even managed to forget, for a time, what lingered in the back of her mind.

Before she knew it, dinner time arrived.

"What do you say I pop back to my flat and change? Then we could go somewhere nice for dinner. Unless you had another plan?"

Draco was perusing the shelves at Flourish and Blotts—their second visit of the day. Without missing a beat, he took a book off the shelf and nodded. "My only plan for today was to be with you."

"What's that?" She pointed to the book in his hands.

After checking out the cover, he chuckled. "Love, Eternal. It's the gripping story of a pureblood prince who falls in love with a Muggle-born peasant. My mother has actually read this one."

Hermione made a face. "There are stories like that?"

"Oh, there are all kinds of stories out there. The theme of this one, though, is acceptance. The peasant has to accept the prince for who he is. You see, he's not all bad just because he's rich." He replaced the book and smiled at her, then gave her a once-over. "Dinner sounds wonderful. But I don't think you need to change."

"Thank you, but I was hoping to try that new Italian place?" It was a very upscale restaurant; she had already made a reservation.

He glanced down at himself. "Do I need to put on something different?"

"No, you look remarkably dashing." It was true; his effortless style and casual grace meant he could go anywhere. "Why don't I meet you back here in about ten minutes?"

"Sure, that sounds great." He was a little distracted, thinking nothing of her idea.

Good.

Hermione hurried to her flat, pulling clothes off as she rushed to her room. She'd laid everything out so it would be an easy switch, going from an everyday ensemble to an evening gown. With a twirl of her wand, she set her curls to work, twisting it up into a sleek bun, while she applied a tiny bit of makeup and fastened on a simple necklace. Feeling more anxious than she cared to admit, she pulled on her dress. It was one she'd seen while out trying on bridesmaid's dresses with Pansy, who had insisted on buying it for her as a thank you. She'd winked, knowing exactly what sort of occasion Hermione would wear it for.

It was a dark blue dress with a flouncy skirt and v-neck that showed a good deal more skin than she was used to. The bodice was fitted, and thin straps held it on her shoulders.

The pendant of her necklace fell just between her breasts, the cold of the metal a starling sensation after feeling like she was on fire.

Tonight.

Hermione was satisfied with what she saw in the mirror and wrapped up for warmth, then headed back to the book shop to meet Draco.

He was standing outside it, leaning against the wall holding a bag of purchases on one arm and one of his new books open in the opposite hand. Hermione watched four different women check him out as they walked past, but he seemed oblivious.

With a smile, she approached. "Hey, I'm ready."

Draco shut the book, and it took a second for his brain to register the changes in her look. His eyes widened slightly and he stood up straight. "Wow. That was fast."

"Let's go, yeah?"

He quickly put the book in the bag with the rest and held out his arm for her to take.

The restaurant wasn't a far walk, and once they were inside, Draco gave the host his name. They were seated immediately.

Hermione started to remove her outer cloak, and Draco rushed over to help. Her heart started beating very fast with the anticipation of him seeing her in the dress for the first time.

When he slid the cloak off her shoulders, she heard his breath stutter very slightly. But the host was waiting, so he merely held it while she shrugged out of it.

An attendant rushed over from somewhere and took it to the cloak check, allowing Draco to help Hermione into her chair.

Once he'd sat down, the host gave them menus and left.

Hermione summoned her courage and looked at him. His gaze was hot on her, his eyes more intense than she'd ever seen before.

After a moment, he cleared his throat. "Merlin, Hermione. If you were beautiful before, there isn't a word capable of expressing how you look now."

"I wanted to dress up for dinner. Thank you for indulging me.'

He shook his head with a wry chuckle. "Any time, Granger."

The way he said her name made her shiver slightly, and she wondered about his use of her surname.

Thankfully, dinner went very smoothly. She mostly forgot her nerves, and Draco didn't seem all that affected by the ample amount of skin she was showing. If he was, he was doing a great job of hiding it.

Part of her wanted to see some sign, some indication that he had noticed her efforts to look especially nice for him. But so far, beyond his initial reaction upon seeing her, he hadn't given any indication.

Not that she wanted him pawing at her under the table. Just... some suggestion that he noticed.

After dinner, which was long and unhurried and included plenty of wine, they ordered dessert and sat and talked for another hour.

Finally, Hermione yawned too many times, and Draco requested their bill and her cloak. He refused to let her touch the former, then helped her into the latter.

"I'll walk you home," he said, slipping his hand down to hers.

"Thank you." She leaned her head against him, everything rushing back in an intense whooshing feeling in her gut, now that the evening was drawing to a close.

She didn't say much as they walked, and Draco didn't seem to be in a hurry. Still, they inevitably reached her building, and he opened the door to let her in. They climbed the two flights of stairs until they arrived at her landing.

Outside her door, Hermione faced him. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Draco."

"Me too. I always do." He cocked his head slightly. "Everything okay?"

"What? Why do you ask?" It came out breathier than she'd intended, but his question had caught her off guard.

He shrugged. "You've seemed a bit distracted. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."

Hermione bit her lip. She'd done this sort of thing before—not a whole lot, granted—but she had never been the one to instigate it. He wasn't even trying to kiss her, for Merlin's sake! He was... interested in her, right?

Heart pounding in her ears, a thought struck. "Actually, there is something you can do. Would you mind coming inside?"

"No, not at all."

She quickly unlocked her door and hurried through, closing it once he had followed. His hands were loosely tucked into his pockets, and he seemed perfectly at ease. It wasn't fair that she was so on edge!

"What can I do?"

Hermione was nearing a panic now. She desperately cast about, trying to find something to say but failing to come up with anything that might lead him down the path she wanted him on.

She'd need to be direct, it would seem.

Straightening her shoulders, she began removing her cloak. "I need your help with something." She tossed the cloak onto the sofa, then casually let her hair fall out of its styling.

His eyes widened slightly, and she thought she detected a sharp, quiet hiss. "Anything."

"I want your help with this dress." She boldly looked him in the eye, refusing to consider that he wouldn't want to do this. "It's this zipper. Gets stuck. I need your help getting it off."

Draco stared at her for a heartbeat.

Then slowly, just as unhurried as earlier, he walked toward her. Something flickered in his eyes before it was shut away, and she wondered at his reaction.

Then he was before her, and he raised his hands to rest them on her arms. His gaze was intense, and she felt on fire where he touched her. But gently, he spun her around, lowering his hands down her arms.

The zipper was about midway down her back, just below her shoulder blades. Nothing happened right away. She tried to be patient, but her nerves nearly failed her. "If... If you want to, of course."

He said nothing but stepped closer, near enough she could feel some of his warmth. With painstaking care, he lifted her hair and swept it to one side, draping it over her shoulder and drawing his hand lightly across the plane of her back.

Hermione shut her eyes, a shiver jolting through her.

His fingers trailed down her spine until they reached the level of the zipper, and he began to slowly, carefully, pull it down.

Her heart was racing as he reached the end. He let his fingers drift lightly along her spine again, pausing when he reached the lacy, gold strap of the lingerie she'd bought just for this occasion. Resuming their path, he reached her waist, then seemed to hesitate.

"Hermione." His voice was scratchy, as though his throat was dry.

She swallowed hard. "Yes?"

"What exactly do you want to happen now?"

Gathering all her courage, she turned around. "I want you to stay the night. And all that that entails."

His eyes flashed, and he stepped into her, one hand coming up to cup her jaw. He brushed his thumb along the apple of her cheek, his eyes searching hers. He lowered his head and pressed a feather light kiss to her lips. "Then I suppose we'd better get this dress off."

---

Monday, 27 NOVEMBER

When Hermione woke the next morning, it took her only a fraction of a second to remember the night before. She smiled as she registered his warmth beside her.

It had been incredible. She shut her eyes tight, replaying some of the things he'd said and done, blushing as she did so.

She couldn't see the clock from where she was, but she thought it must be close to sunrise. If Draco didn't wake on his own, she'd have to do it to ensure he got to work on time. Choosing a Sunday night for their first time wasn't optimal, because they couldn't just lounge the next day away.

Not that she would trade it for anything.

She listened to the sound of him breathing, then her body forced her to get up. As carefully as possible, she slid out of bed, grabbing a jumper as she went. After using the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and generally cleaned up.

When she returned to her room, she found Draco sitting up, staring blearily at the wall. He'd started a fire; she went to it to warm her hands.

"Good morning."

He was looking at her with unabashed desire, and she blushed again, rubbing her hands together. "Hi."

He took a deep breath, and dragged a hand through his tousled hair before he yawned, then scanned the room for his trousers. When he spotted them, he stood up, and Hermione blatantly stared at the sight of him in only his shorts. She had put on proper pajamas before they'd gone to sleep. He smirked as he tugged his trousers on, then yawned again, somewhat ruining the effect.

She laughed.

They had talked late into the night, about nothings and little things, misunderstandings and brand new things.

"I'll put on a kettle."

Quicker than she had thought possible, he'd crossed to her side and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from heading to the kitchen.

"Wait." Then he tugged her close, his hands on her hips, and dipped his head to give her the best good morning kiss she'd ever received. It left her breathless and a bit light-headed when he ended it, his eyes wide open and unveiled. In them she saw raw passion, which she'd had never seen from him until the night before when it was on display with every kiss, every touch.

Swallowing hard, she looked at the clock; it read just after seven-thirty "What time do you need to be at work?"

"I need to be at my desk at eight-thirty. I usually arrive fifteen minutes before that, just to be sure." He sighed. "My badge and things are at the Manor, though, so I'll need to pop over and get them."

"I'll go start that kettle now."

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "I'll be right behind you."

Hermione began bustling around the kitchen. She'd planned for a morning together and started preparing breakfast. It was simple, but the act of getting food ready for him made her swell with happiness.

He emerged from her room when she was halfway through, standing over the stove and pushing some sausage around in a pan.

"Smells amazing." He stopped behind her, put his hands on her waist, moved her hair out of his way, and kissed her neck.

"Careful," she teased. "If you keep that up, you'll be late to work."

He chuckled against her skin. "Hang work, then."

Hermione smiled to herself. "As lovely as that sounds, I've got questions for you this morning."

"Why does that not surprise me?" He took a step back.

"So, um, about last night." She bit her lip; this was much easier in her mind. At least her back was still to him so he couldn't see her cheeks redden. "I wasn't sure you were interested. At first."

"What?"

He sounded so incredulous that she turned around. His eyes were wide, mouth gaping at her.

"You didn't think I was interested? In sleeping with you? Is that really what you just suggested? Because that's the most absurd thing I've ever heard in my life."

Considering everything that had happened the night before, it did sound ridiculous when she said it out loud. Still, the fears from before lingered.

"I only meant that it felt like I had to spell it out for you," she said, somewhat defensive.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, tucking his other hand into his pocket. "Hermione. Let me be abundantly clear. I've been in love with you for a year. Did you honestly doubt that I'd want to sleep with you?"

"You didn't even seem keen to kiss me last night."

He pursed his lips, the tips of his cheeks turning slightly pink. "I see. I suppose this is my fault for not being more communicative. I won't make that mistake again. I assumed you'd know I wanted you. That, given the slightest encouragement, I'd do anything, and I mean that word completely and absolutely. Anything. I didn't think you were ready for more, though, so I made every effort not to appear like I wanted more. But, for the sake of transparency, let me assure you that I did, indeed, always want more."

He paused long enough to catch his breath. "The last thing I wanted to do was give any hint that I was pressuring you before you were ready. Then all through dinner, you and that—that damn dress... You took my breath away, and all I could think about was taking yours in return. But I wasn't about to assume that, just because you wore a dress that was driving me fucking mad, it meant anything. I had every intention of kissing you goodnight last night, but I had to wait until the last possible moment so I could fortify myself to leave. You will, perhaps, remember how quickly I divested you of the dress once I had your permission."

She did remember.

Vividly.

Before he'd extinguished all possibility for thought, she had observed that he seemed like a man who'd been dying of a thirst which could only be quenched by touching her.

Needless to say, she let him have his fill.

"So that's all, then? It wasn't a lack of interest?"

When he looked ready to explode, she held up her hands in peace.

"Why didn't it seem like you noticed that I'd dressed up for you? Last annoying question, I promise."

He shook his head and huffed in exasperation. "During the war, I became very skilled in hiding, Hermione. I cloaked my reaction and subsequent thoughts because I didn't want to put pressure on you. It wouldn't have quite done to haul you over my shoulder and Apparate straight here once you'd removed your cloak, would it? How would it have helped things if I'd made it obvious how much I wanted to drag you into a back room right then and there?"

Her eyes went wide at the thought.

"Let it be known, going forward, that I will always want to sleep with you. In any situation. In any attire. At any moment. Should the bizarre event arise that, for whatever reason I cannot fathom or foresee, this isn't the case, the remedy is simple: you need only kiss me. And then refer to everything else I just said." He crossed the small space and brought his hand up to her cheek. "I am completely, unequivocally, unreservedly, yours. Have I been clear?"

She nodded, at a loss for words.

He kissed her lightly. "I will make every effort to adjust my actions so as to leave no question about how I feel. Consider this fair notice. I don't want to overwhelm you."

"Something tells me I don't think I'd mind being overwhelmed by you."

Draco smirked and started to lean down again, but he wrinkled his nose instead. "Sausages."

Her eyes flew wide and she spun around, resuming her task of cooking them without burning them further.

The kettle started boiling. "Draco, would you do that? Cups are next to the fridge, cream is inside, sugar on the counter."

Five minutes later, they were sitting down to eat, knowing it would be somewhat rushed.

"I hope you're not too tired today."

"I'll be fine. Coffee, remember? It's one thing Potter does remarkably well. He claims it's because the Muggles made him brew theirs every morning. Though, I may have a kip after work." He chewed thoughtfully. "Do you have plans tonight?"

"I'm helping Pansy with wedding things. But I'll see you soon."

He set his empty cup down and sighed before standing up. "I should go. I don't want to."

Hermione joined him. "Harry expects you to be around more consistently now. Since, and these are his words, you won't be running around the world to get away from me."

Draco laughed and pulled her into his arms. "I think we ought to make a habit of disappointing him. It wouldn't do for him to get too dependent on my presence."

"Oh? What do you have in mind?"

His eyes flashed playfully. "You mean other than keeping you in bed with me some mornings? I think I'd like to run around the world with you."

"Mm, both of those sound perfect."

He kissed her briefly. "I'll see you."

He stepped away, ready to Disapparate.

"Don't think I didn't notice that you said you're in love with me!" She crossed her arms and grinned.

He stopped mid-turn, his expression containing the intensity of a thousand suns. Then he smirked. "Did I?" Then he was gone.

Hermione let out a long breath, then sat to finish her tea. She was in no hurry and wanted to slowly digest everything that had happened, to savor the memories they'd made.

She couldn't quite believe how far they'd come since the fundraiser. She could easily believe he was in love with her, as much as he could be, at least. For her, falling would be easy. He was already her friend, and she thought him one of the most outstanding men she knew. He was sober-minded, humble, genuine, and hard-working, not to mention snarky and fun and disastrously handsome. She wouldn't be surprised if she was in love with him by the end of the year. Though, if it happened by the weekend, she would also not be shocked.

On further reflection, however, she could see herself falling in love with him by the end of the day, if she happened to see him.

Oh, who was she kidding?

She'd been in love with him for months.