A/N: Hi!
Sorry for not posting the last chapter for a while. I've been busy.
Anywayss! It's finally finished!
Thank you, and please review!
P.S. Huge thanks to Girlie:D
After exactly 10 days, she gave up. She decided that he wasn't going to tell her no matter what, and she couldn't do anything about it. So every time she looked outside her window and saw him, she pulled the curtains closed and ignored him. If he isn't gone by next week, she decided, I will call the police.
But something about him had triggered a weird feeling in her stomach. Something about the fact that there was this man, just waiting outside her house for a reason, started a series of theories and thoughts of maybe's and what if's.
Why had he stood up from the bench that day?
Maybe he wanted to test you.
Maybe he's cursed.
What if he's mentally damaged?
What if he returned to the dark side?
She shook her head when that happened, and forced herself to think of something different.
What was he doing out there?
'If she doesn't come out of her house today, I will walk in myself!' he thought.
But, even he knew that he didn't have the Gryffindor courage to do that. He groaned in anger. Why had she stepped back that day? He was so close!
He tore his gaze from the window, when, once again, Hermione had glanced at him and promptly shut the curtains. His head rolled back, and he sat looking at the sky. It was a clear blue sky, halfway through summer. There were wisps of white clouds in the sky, while the sun, on one side, shone into his eyes. Why was he wasting his time here, in muggle London, when everything was waiting back home?
Because she was here.
And he would not leave without finishing what he came here for.
So, finally determined, he snapped his head back up and stood.
He boldly walked up to her door and raised his hand to knock, but hesitated.
'Coward!', he yelled at himself. Coward. Coward. Coward.
He once again, forced himself to gather up the courage to knock on her door. And he finally did.
Knock. Knock. Knock
What were actually mere minutes felt like hours until she answered the door. She was wearing a red-Gryffindor red, he reminded himself-cardigan and dark blue jeans. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and in her hands was a half-read book. Hogwarts, A History. Obviously.
But regardless of her casual attire, she looked breathtakingly gorgeous.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows.
Draco smirked and realized that he wasn't scared anymore.
He stepped closer to her, in which her eyes widened, and put his hands to her cheeks. Slowly, he raised her chin towards him.
And so finally, after hesitating for so long…
He kissed her.