Hermioneâs breath hitched, her heart thundering within the confines of her chest as Draco closed the distance between them, touching her for what felt like the first time in ages. She couldnât help but lean into him, her eyelids threatening to flutter shut as she was enveloped by his pleasing, familiar scentâ-like apples and clean laundry, and something else that was utterly masculine and utterly Draco. With his forehead pressed against hers, she could clearly make out his features, and it became glaringly obvious to Hermione that she wasnât the only one who had had a trying week. The hollows under his eyes were deeper and darker than usual, and there was a weary set to his frame that had her immediately concerned and worried on his behalf. Merlin, they had only been apart for maybe a week, and it had clearly affected them much more than Hermione had ever expected it to.
She pressed against him, barely refraining from tucking herself against the toned expanse of his chest in the way that she had grown accustomed to in the weeks that they had spent being a thing. She listened as he spoke, his words surprising her greatly. HeâŚhe missed her. He thought Daphne was daft and he missed her.Â
She was on the verge of doing somethingâwhat, she didnât knowâbut then he was pulling away and bringing his warmth with him, leaving her bereft and sorely missing his touch. She realised then, that despite how angry and hurt she was, she stillâŚshe still wanted him. She still cared for him deeply, and that hadnât changed, despite all that had transpired during their time apartâshe doubted that it ever would.Â
âYou didnât hurt me,â She hastily assured him, and the lie was sour on her tongueâGodric, she hated that he so easily read her like an open book, her emotions on display for his perusal. âReally, justâŚI was upset, yes, and angryâwe were both angryâbutâŚâ She trailed off, unable to sound convincing to her own self.
He was moving farther and farther away from her, and Hermione wanted nothing more than to call him backâto reach out to him in any way, shape, or form. She couldnât let this endâshe didnât want this to end.
Having decided, it was her this time who sealed the distance between them, her heart pounding almost painfully as she approached him. She ran one hand up the length of his torso until she was cupping the back of his neck, her free hand cradling the side of his face in the same way that he had done to her. He was far too tall, and she found herself on the tips of her toes, stretching out along the length of his body. She hadnât realised she was holding a breath until she abruptly released it, spilling across his lips as she gazed up at him through her lashes.
âI think that might have been the problem,â She murmured breathlessly, her lips scant inches from his. âWe were both angry, and neither one of us were thinking straight, andâto be completely honest, Iâm not quite sure that Iâm thinking straight right now, either, but justâŚDracoâŚâ
âThereâs stillâthereâs still no one else that I want aside from you,â She informed him in a rush, needing to express the extent of her feelings for him. âThat hasnât changed. No matter how angry I wasâand still sort of amâI stillâŚI still want you. This. I still want this.âÂ
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