Every Last Word

Chapter 7

'Until one day they decided their love could beat anything'

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He was weak.

He was weak and stupid.

How could he have fallen asleep in her arms

He had just let Hermione Granger comfort him.

What the fuck had he done.

When Draco awoke, his face was mere inches from Hermiones, he was so close he could feel her warm breath every time she exhaled on his cheeks.

 (ASUDHWAUEHL I DIDNT WANNA PUT THIS IN THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE BOTTOM BUT MORNING BREATH DOSENT EXIST IN THIS FIC)

There arms were swung over each other and there legs were a tangled mess.

He realized how dangerous this was, so he had gotten up and simply just left, luckily without waking her

He was now walking around the corridors in the early morning light, he had forgotten his jacket and was practically freezing.

If he went back there was a large chance he would wake her, and that was the last thing he wanted, infant he just wanted to forget that all of yesterday ever happened so he could at least have some of his dignity left.

He found his way to the small garden in one of the courtyards, he had planted flowers last year that were now starting to wither.

They were gardenias, his mothers favorite.

He walked around the rows and rows of flowers, admiring there beauty. But he was also thinking how sad it was that they would all be dead come the end of winter.

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When Hermione woke up, Draco was gone.

She was to meet her friends to study fairly soon so didn't have much time to think about the face that he had abounded her in his room.

But before she left she noticed his jacket was thrown on the floor. 

What the hell is he doing running around in near freezing weather without a jacket.

The better half of her mind decided she should take the jacket to him.

She walked out of his room and through the common room, earning some strange looks from some the the students currently sitting near the fire.

It didn't take long for her to find him, he was sitting against a tree in one of the flower gardens. When he saw her small figure taking steps towards him, he groned and rolled his eyes.

"You left you jacket"

"Did you really think it would be nessacary to bring it to me"

"Yes, because unlike you, who abandoned me in your room this morning, I have some human decency" He rolled his eyes at her remark, but swallowed his pride and stuck his arm out to take the coat because he feared he would have to go to the infirmary to be treated for frostbite if he didn't.

"I really feel like we have been playing hot potato with this jacket" Hermione laughed at her own joke.

"What had a potato got to do with my jacket"

"Im not talking about a potato you would get like at dinner, its a game"

"Who would name a game after a food you eat"