MY LAST NAME

Chapter 11

Draco stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He looked at his reflection in a mirror and ran is fingers through his hair, smoothing it back out of his face. He smiled and walked into his bedroom. It had been a week since his night with Hermione, and he had never felt better. His face was brighter, his cheeks delicately coloured, his eyes were full of life, they gleamed with happiness, something he'd never felt before.

He dried himself and pulled a smart shirt and a pair of trousers out of his wardrobe. After he'd changed and fixed his hair, he walked down into the dining room where his servants had already set out a copy of The Daily Prophet, and a pot of tea with a few pastries. He sat down and poured himself a cup, whilst reading the headlines. Nothing interesting jumped out at him, and so he decided to grab his coat and go for a brisk walk.

As soon as Draco walked outside, the cold morning air hit him straight in the face. His chest tightened and caused him excruciating pain. He clasped his chest with his hand, his nails digging in through his clothes. He staggered slightly before the pain eased. He rubbed his chest, and looked down, his face struck with concern and helplessness. He slowly walked back into his house and closed the door behind him.

Hermione was stuck in her office, she wore a tight fitting black dress, with petit black heels. Her hair tied up in a bun neatly on top of her hair. She sat at her desk, typing up her conclusions onto her laptop. She'd managed to help her students out, and had helped fix all their assignments. She sighed and took a sip of her water before looking out of her window overlooking Cambridge. She smiled, she was to see Draco again tonight, oh how she longed to see his smile, to look into the eyes of a man, who had changed so much, she had fallen head over heels for. She quickly gained motivation and finished her conclusion within the hour.

She grabbed her coat and bag, and headed out into the crisp afternoon air. The leaves had started to turn golden brown, and red as autumn lingered around the corner. She happily skipped home, enjoying the colourful scenery, before she got to her house. She walked up the stairs and entered the first door, before walking to another flight of stairs, and into her home.

She placed her keys on her desk on her way of walking to the snug. Her eyes lit up, and her heart skipped a best as she saw Draco sat on her sofa, with his back facing to her, and snowflake on his lap. His right arm was resting along the back of the sofa, whilst the other held a book.

"These muggle authors are suburb" Draco stated flicking a page over.

"Some of their work is just beautiful" Hermione walked over and wrapped her arms gently around Draco's neck. He turned his head so he could plant a soft kiss on her lips. The sensation lingered, and it felt like heavenly bliss.

"As are you, Miss Granger" he put the book to a side and grasped his arms around her, he effortlessly lifted her and pulled her onto his knee. She screamed and then laughed.

"Draco!" She tapped him playfully on the arm. "Don't ever do that again" she smiled, and cupped his face. He looked at her, love filled his entire body, he had never felt so strongly about someone. And he was never going to let her go.

"I have missed you terribly, Miss Granger" his voice was quiet, his words incredibly pronounced.

"And I, have missed you also" she smiled at him as he took her hands in his. He brought the to his mouth as he placed a delicate kiss on each one.

"And tonight, we shall celebrate" he stood up and stretched. He then held out his hand, and she took it. She rose and stood in front of him. He cupped her face with both hands, and brought his voice to a whisper.

"You make me ridiculously happy, I hope you know that"

"What is so ridiculous about happiness?" She whispered back

"Happiness is a ridiculous thing to a Malfoy"

"Then I am, and always will be, your 'ridiculous' happiness" she mimicked him, his heart soared. He kissed her, he loved how her lips felt against his. He would never get fed up of it. Each time they kissed, it was like the first time. Over and over.

"I hope to all who is mighty that you are." They stood for a moment before there was a sharp knock at her door. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound.

"Well I'm not expecting anyone so this is weird" she slowly walked over to the door.

"Do you want me to answer?" Draco followed closely. She shook her head.

"I'm sure it's just a letter or something" she opened the door to see a tall, slightly worried looking Ron Weasley. Her heart seemed to stop temporarily. Shit. None of them knew about her and Draco, how was this going to work?

"Ron?" She summed a whisper.

"Um, yeah" he laughed nervously.

Draco waited and listened, out of sight. He didn't know who she'd told and who she hadn't, and he knew she hadn't seen Weasley since his 21st, and that was a while ago now.

"Is everything alright?" Hermione shifted awkwardly.

"Yeah, um, everything's fine. I just, I just wanted to see you I guess" he looked down. "Can I come in?" He looked at her, the way he always used to. His eyes teaming with helplessness. She closed her eyes in disbelief.

"Um Ron, it really isn't a good time" she bit her lip, feeling horribly awkward and mean. His eyes widened.

"Is someone here?" He tried to look around her.

"No, um, yes, I mean" she trailed off. Draco walked around the corner and into Ron's sight. His eyes locked on him as he immediately drew his wand.

"Hermione get behind me" Ron shouted, not taking his eyes off Draco.

"Weasley please, I'm not here to hurt her" Draco rubbed his brow and buried his hands into his pockets.

"What the fuck, are you doing in her house? You slimy bastard" Ron's voice was low, intimidating.

"Ron! He's a friend" Hermione stood in between his wand and Draco. Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing, and what he was seeing.

"Hermione?" His want lowered slightly. "What's going on?" His eyes looked saddened.

"Draco and I have become rather, close over these past few months" she looked at him. "He won't hurt me Ron, please lower your wand." She looked sympathetically at him. Ron's eyes teamed with emotions. What the fuck? He dropped his wand to his side.

"Hermione, how can you look him in the eye, and not want to fucking vomit?" Ron's voice became louder.

"He's changed"

"He's a fucking monster, Hermione, and I'm not happy leaving you with him" he gabbed her arm.

"Ron please, I know what I'm doing" she pulled back.

"Do you?! Do you really though? Because you're starting to sound like a bloody deranged woman. Like you've actually lot the plot" his words were bitter. He hurt.

"Weasley I think you should leave" Draco looked at him.

"Don't you dare tell me what I should, or shouldn't do." He shouted at him. He looked at Hermione who had started to silently cry. Ron's heart ached and his mind hurt. He stood there for a moment longer before storming off down the stairs and out into the night. Hermione stood still. Why had Ron all of a sudden turned up like that?

"Hermione, come on in. It's cold out here" Draco placed his hand on her shoulder. She didn't move.

"Why did he come? After all this time?" She whispered.

"I don't know Hermione, I wish I could tell you" he felt horrible, he felt so horrible he couldn't give her answers. She sniffled and wiped away her tears before walking In past Draco and to her room. He shut the door and locked up before walking into her room. She sat perched on the bed, staring into the blackness. He sat beside her and kissed her shoulder.

"Everything will be alright. I promise" he held her close. She nodded in his arms.

"Just please don't ever leave me" she whispered.

"You know I won't."