*This takes place a few weeks after Hermione moves into her apartment

Chapter 5: It's about time

Draco and Blaise were sitting in the lounge of Malfoy manor talking about last nights quidditch match. Well at least Blaise was talking about it, Draco wasn't really paying any attention.

"Fuck. I'm think I'm falling for her." Draco blurted out not knowing what he was doing.

"What?" Blaise looked confused, he was pretty sure they were talking about how Puddlemere united had won against Chudley cannons, as if they would ever win.

"I think I'm falling for Hermione."

"That's great. I'm happy for you mate."

"Really? You're not mad?"

"Nah. I think she's for you. I can see the way she looks at you. I mean she designed her whole apartment with your opinion in mind."

"I think I might tell her tonight. I'm going over for dinner and I don't see another opportunity anytime soon."

Back in her apartment Hermione was having almost the exact same conversation with Ginny and Harry.

"Can I tell you guys something?"

"Yeah of course." Ginny said taking a sip of her tea.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone though, not even Ron."

"We promise." Harry said.

"I think I'm falling for Draco." She said in an almost whisper.

"Sorry? What was that love?" Ginny asked looking confused.

"I think… I'm falling for Draco."

"Finally. We were wondering when you were going to say something."

"Wait, you knew?"

"Well 'mione you were kind of obvious. The way you look at him, or the way your cheeks go the slightest shade of pink every time he touches you."

"Oh, yeah. Well what am I supposed to do? I haven't felt this way about someone since…" She trailed off thinking back to her relationship with Ron and how it only took him two weeks to move on and start dating someone else.

"I know babe, but you have Draco now."

That night Draco had gone over to Hermione's for dinner as he did every Saturday night. She was wearing one of his old Slytherin hoodies and a pair of shorts. As she reached up to grab a pot off the top shelf her shorts began to rise a bit. Draco couldn't handle it anymore.

"Fuck. I'm in love with you." Draco mumbled to himself unaware Hermione could somewhat hear him.

"What?" She asked wanting to know if she heard him correctly.

"Nothing. I said nothing."

"No. what did you say?"

"Shit, fine. I said I'm in love with you."

"I-I'm in love with you to."

"Fuck it." Draco moved forward closing the space between them. He placed a hand on the small of her back and the other cupped her face. He pulled her into him kissing her. She grabbed his hair pulling him closer. After five minutes they broke apart.

"Stay the night." Hermione said breaking the silence.

"Wow 'mione. Moving a little fast aren't you."

"Not for that reason. I just haven't been sleeping that well lately and I sleep better when you're with me."

"Oh. Sure, of course love." That night they slept as they had over Christmas break, as two puzzle pieces that fit together like one.

The next morning Hermione and Draco went to Narcissa's for breakfast as they did every Sunday.

"Mother!" Draco called. Narcissa came out of the dining room.

"I knew it was only a matter of time." She said smiling, as she looked down at their hands, enclosed in each others.