Last Kiss

Moving Out

Draco’s POV

 

The rest of the year flew by in a whirlwind of classes and exams.  In our NEWT’s, Hermione got straight O’s, no surprise there, and I got quite a few E’s and a couple O’s in my classes.  When school had ended, I had just turned nineteen and Mother thought it seemed fitting for me to move out.  When I had realised that Hermione didn’t… didn’t have anywhere else but the Burrow to stay, I suggested that we’d move into a flat together in London.  

We had been dating for months by then, and she loved the idea.  When she told the Weasels, Ron in particular, they didn’t freak out that she’d be staying with a Malfoy.  Apparently she and Ron had made amends, though I wasn’t so sure about it.

We decided to get a two bedroom, two bathroom, and kitchen/living room flat right in the middle of London.  When I announced the idea, I wasn’t quite sure we’d have enough muggle money for such a flat.  But, Hermione knew that her parents had money and she took some out of their muggle bank vault thing.

When we first saw the place, we knew we could use some magic to fix it up.  It was painted an odd color, the furniture was a bit odd, and the kitchen needed renovating.  When I told this to Hermione she laughed.

“You sound like one of those people on the Home Network TV!” She said, laughing hysterically.

“On the what?” I asked, having known nothing about muggle TV.

“Nevermind,” She stopped laughing after a while.

We prepared to move in about two months later, near the end of the summer.  Hermione thought it would be fitting to have her friends help out with carrying in everything.  By then they were like my friends, too.  Ron still seemed skeptical, but the others treated me like a friend.  

The doorbell rang, and Hermione sprang up from the blueprints she was drawing for the  layout of our flat.  I peeked at the drawings and chuckled, She’s not the best at it… I thought.

“Oooh! You’re here! Harry, Ron!” Hermione greeted the two wizards at the door and let them in.  Ron set the box down and looked at the drawings.  

“Wow, ‘Mione, you really can’t draw.” He observed.

I looked at him, slightly shocked, but guessed that it was just a friend-thing.  I smirked, and had an idea.  I reached over to the box with my guitar in it and grabbed it.  I sat on a chair, and looked at Harry.  He seemed to pick up on my idea, and nodded.

“Hey! I--” Hermione started to say, but I started playing my guitar.  Ron and Harry exchanged a glance and started singing.

“Hermione can’t draw, Hermione can’t draw, Hermione cannot draw!” Harry sang, making it up as he went along.

“She only reads books and she cannot draw,” Ron continued, “Hermione can’t draw!” I continued playing my guitar and Ginny walked in.

“Guys, I have the boxes,” She said, “What are you doing? Stop picking on Hermione!” She wrapped an arm protectively around her friend, “It’s not even that good of a song anyway!”

“Well, dumb little sister, why don’t you sing something better; right here, right now!” Ron exclaimed, folding his arms.

“What?!” Ginny cried, and Harry and Ron started up again.

“Ginny can’t sing, Ginny can’t sing, Ginny cannot sing!”

“No! No! No!” She stormed out of the apartment, “Don’t even!”

Harry and Ron looked back at me and nodded.

“Hermione can’t draw, Hermione can’t draw, Hermione cannot draw! She only reads books and she cannot draw! Hermione cannot draw!”

Hermione started laughing, and Ron and Harry lost their composure, falling on the oddly placed couch, laughing and clutching their sides.  I put down my guitar and flopped next to Hermione, laughing as well.  

“What… was… that?!” Hermione managed to say between laughs.

“That was a song!” Ron chuckled.

“You two are awful singers!” She laughed, her bushy hair sticking out on ends.  

“Hey, we’re not that bad!” Harry added, nudging Ron.

“And Draco… you are quite the guitar player… yet, I still have to find something wrong with it,” Hermione added.

“Sure, you criticize us but not him!” Ron joked, though I wasn’t so sure he was joking.

“Oh c’mon Ron,” Harry muttered.

We somehow were able to control our laughter and got off the couch.  I smirked, trying my best not to break out laughing again.  

“But seriously, you are a pretty good guitar player,” Harry commented.  I nodded and looked around the flat, taking everything in.  It’s so cool here, maybe ‘Mione and I will someday start a family here… I thought, smiling.

I was snapped out of my little daydream as Hermione asked me to lift another box for her. I got up heavily and took it.

The rest of the day consisted of moving boxes and setting up furniture.  Once we had finished, we stepped back and admired our masterpiece.  Ron, Harry and Ginny had left about an hour before, and Hermione and I were left alone in the flat.  This is going be great! I thought, wrapping my arm around her.  She smiled,

“I love you, Draco,” She rested her head on my shoulder.

“I love you too, ‘Mione,” I kissed the top of her head and smiled.