Falling Dark Chapter (turn it up to) 11!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31444262/chapters/85965694
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13886657/11/Falling-Dark
"Oh! It's snowing!" Padma's surprised tones broke through Hermione's net of irritation. She looked up to see fluffy white flakes drifting down in front of the windows. Padma had gotten up and was moving to the window to look out.
Michael twisted in his seat and Pansy also approached the glass. "Glad we're in here and not out at the greenhouses like the rest of them," she snorted. "Won't be a fun walk back." She looked over her shoulder and caught Hermione's eye.
Hermione nodded and got up, going to the windows too. "Yeah, wow," she said, seeing the flakes lay themselves on the stone paths and icy grass below without melting.
"Looks like it's going to stick." Michael's voice came from right behind her and Hermione started, stepping instinctively forward. He was, of course, standing just a little too close. She saw Pansy glance at them, her lip curling ever so slightly, and really hoped she didn't think Hermione had invited his attention. Hermione scowled, then felt a brush against her hair. Michael was right there again, this time by her side.
Anger flashed over her and she looked up to say something, but just then arms slid around her waist from behind and she was pulled against a tall, warm body. "Nice to be in here when it looks like that out there, isn't it? Theo's soft tones sounded against her temple as he brushed his lips there too. He sounded nonchalant, but Hermione could hear the pulse of anger just underneath his words.
He must have seen Michael's little stunt.
She felt more than heard the collective sharp intake of breath around them, just catching Padma's wide eyes and Pansy's abortive hand movement.
Hermione tensed for the shortest moment then relaxed and turned around—in for a penny, in for a pound—reaching up to touch her lips gently to Theo's. "Very nice," she murmured. He responded, but she could also see the tightness in his jaw and feel the way his attention was elsewhere. She pulled back and looked at him until he looked at her. Finally the tension faded and his brow went up as if to say, 'Well, we finally did it'.
Hermione chuckled in response, realising Michael, Padma and Pansy had melted away back to their chairs and tables. Probably had to sit down from the shock. But then she was struck by the Pansy to Daphne connection, and gave Theo a worried look. He seemed to understand because he whispered, "It's fine. It's time," before leaning down to give her a more lingering kiss.
Hermione relaxed and returned the kiss enthusiastically before breaking it to look over her shoulder at the snow again. "Looks like it finally made it over from the west," she smiled, starting to turn as Theo pulled her flush against him.
But the crash of a a large book slamming to the floor halted her movement with a jolt.
Hermione's gaze flew to the glass to see Draco reflected there.
Frozen. His hand upraised and slightly outstretched.
Funnily enough her first thought was something along the lines of 'what's he doing in the bloody common room?' He was never here, and how unfortunate he would be here right now.
As angry as she was at him, she hadn't wanted him to find out quite this way.
