"Is that muggle magic?" Draco asked, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Hermione just looked at him like she had never heard something like it, and to be honest, she had never thought about superstitions as muggle magic, but in a way it made sense.
"Maybe... just something my parents told me when I was a child..."
"And your inquisitive mind never asked why?" He wondered with a raised eyebrow. "You just accept it?"
Hermione covered her face with her hands, embarrassment rushing to her cheeks.
Draco chuckled leaning forward to kiss her cheek "I'm just teasing, Granger. It's okay." and pulled her hands away from his face. "We all accept what our parents tell us while we're children, no questions asked."
Hermine found his eyes, grey, light grey she knew from the restaurant, from trying to find the right colour, but it was like smoke, sometimes lighter, sometimes darker. And now in the dark, it was like they were a beacon of soft grey light, calling her in. So, she moved closer, steadying herself by placing her hands on his shoulders.
One of his arms wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her even closer. "I do not expect anything, Granger..." She heard him say as the smoke condensed on his eyes.
"I know... but I want to. Even if it's just one time..." And she kissed him, at first very slowly, lips against lips. They were soft except for a scar that crossed through both the upper and lower lip, and she wondered if it was from the sectumsempra curse that Harry gave to him.
Hermione raised one hand to his blond strands, even when they were in school she had wanted to rush her fingers through it and mess his perfect hair. And now he let her. Draco kept his hands perfectly safe, one on the small of her back and the other cradling her cheek. She thought he would take control, deepen it, be rougher, but he was perfectly content with just enjoying the moment.
She pulled back, to look at him and he was smiling like she had never seen it before. "My wish came true..." He whispered, his eyes on her.
"Your wish? The falling star wish?" The Gryffindor asked looking at her date, one hand pointing to the sky.
"Exactly that one..." Draco smiled. "It seems muggles have their own kind of real magic after all..."
Hermione was dumbfounded looking at him. This Draco Malfoy who had grown into an incredible man and overcome his family prejudices. She kissed him again and Draco just pulled her to his chest. Hermione laid her head on his shoulder, hand covering his heart. "Who is this Draco Malfoy?"
"The one who does not want to screw up? Not with you..." He whispered.
"And this Draco Malfoy, who does not want to screw up, does he cuddle?" she asked, getting more comfortable on his arms, and adding another blanket on top of them.
"Exactly... Do you enjoy that, Granger?" he asked.
Hermione just snuggled deeper into his warmth. "Is he real? Please tell me he is real and that he can grow..."
Draco kissed the top of her head "He is so very real... and you will make him grow, I promise..."
But Hermione could not answer him, because she had fallen asleep, right there on his shoulder, on her favourite place, at Midnight, Greenwich.
