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He wasn't supposed to feel like this.
He was Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake!
He wasn't supposed to let some . . . woman . . . some beautiful, intelligent, kind woman . . . make him feel this way.
And to think, if they had still been in Hogwarts he would have concluded that all he was feeling was the result of some potion gone wrong or a hex or just an incredible illness.
But no, he knew he was in love, though he wouldn't have ever thought that love could be this strong. He was to the point when he couldn't sleep for thinking of her.
And then the boys. It had been a few days since he'd seen them and he missed them terribly. He wondered if they thought about him, asked about him.
He wondered if she thought of him.
He had been dumb to think that she felt something for him. It had been simply impossible. A few simple acts of kindness to her and the boys didn't change a thing about what he had done to her for six years straight. The ways he tortured her and criticized her at every possible moment. She probably hated him, for all he knew. It had been eleven days since he had asked her to marry him again. She probably wouldn't contact him or think about him ever again.
Someone knocked on the door downstairs. Draco sat up, confused. Who on earth could that be? Harry visited sometimes but he always owled before he came or contacted him by fireplace.
"Coming, I'm coming!" he called as the person knocked again. Too bad he didn't have house-elves anymore. More knocking. "Just a minute!"
Not really caring, Draco motioned with his hand halfway to the door, swinging it open.
"Oh," he said, surprised. "Hi."
"Hi," Hermione said.
Draco stopped in front of her, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to speak calmly, leaning slightly against the door frame. "What are you doing here?" he asked, trying not to sound rude.
"Harry, uh, gave me your address," she said, not looking at him. "I . . . needed to talk to you."
"About?"
"Yes, well, I . . ." She was flustered. A fact that made her very endearing. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes searched for something to look at it, anything but him. "I, uh, came to say . . . well, uh, I –"
"Hermi –"
"If it all mattered, would you still accept my yes?" Hermione looked up at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears.
Draco wasn't sure if he'd heard her right. "What?"
"What if I said it did all matter? What if everything we've ever done together did matter? The very first time you kissed me, the . . . thing that resulted in our two beautiful little boys, your proposal how ever strange it may be. . . . What if it mattered that I told you that I can't stop thinking about you either, about your face and your voice and for the longest time I've wanted to kiss you again too. If I said that all of that mattered to me, that all of that meant something, would you still accept my yes?"
Needless to say, Draco was incredibly surprised. He wasn't exactly sure what to say and for that moment, he was speechless.
"Well, I . . . understand," Hermione said. "I – I wasn't expecting you to actually say – sorry for bugging you."
Hermione started to walk away. He was going to lose her . . . again. He had to say something, anything.
"Wait," he croaked out.
She stopped and turned to him, a tear sliding across her cheek. He stepped towards her, catching the tear with the tip of his finger. "I'm not letting you go again, Hermione," he said. "You can't get rid of me that easily."
Hermione gave a chocked laugh, her eyes moving up to meet his. She smiled and he smiled back.
"I feel like a fool," Hermione said.
"You and me both," Draco said, cupping her face in his hand. "I'm – I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"
Hermione laughed. "Okay, I'm going to hold you to that."
And so he did.