Dramione - In Sync

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It's the cold morning wind that wakes him up. Shivering and shaking, he clutches his bathrobe tighter around him to get warmer. Seeing it won't help, Draco stands to close the window, wondering why it was open.

The couch did not have any blankets or pillows, he had fallen asleep with just his robe on after taking a shower. In Hermione's place. The night's moments flash in his mind, making him cringe. Draco had thoroughly fucked up last night, getting drunk and asking her about Viktor.

He has no right to question her, especially after telling her to move on. Now that she is actually moving on, his idiotic heart can't accept it. He's a piece of shit.

And she still gave him a place to crash. He can atleast make tea to show his gratitude. He goes to the kitchen and is pleasantly surprised. It is very well equipped, with the latest appliances, the fridge is fully stocked, but strangely everything looks brand new. Does she cook at all? He smiles, getting to work.

He puts the cookie tray into the oven when there is a knock on the door. Afraid Hermione will wake up, he rushes to open it.

An old lady is standing with a newspaper in one hand and a coffee cup in another. "Hello. Is Hermione home?"

"Hi." He smiles. "Hermione is sleeping. Do you want me to give her that?" He asks, pointing to the coffee.

"Oh, I can give it to her myself. Lemme wake her."

He swiftly stands before the woman. "She went to bed really late. I'd appreciate it if you let her sleep. You're welcome to wait though."

"Oh, you must be the Draco she keeps rambling about." She looks at him up and down. "You don't look so bad."

He laughs. "Thanks. You are..?"

"I am Margaret. Her colleague. Didn't she tell you?"

He would love to be the person who Hermione shares her everyday stuff but he's not. "I must have forgotten, sorry. Do you want some tea? I just made a pot."

"Oh, I'd love that."

By the time he gets back with the cup, she has settled on the couch with 2 fluffy pillows and a thick blanket.

"Where'd you get these?" He asks, handing her the tea.

"She keeps the spare pillows and blankets in the cupboard over there." She points to the shelf under the TV stand. "Don't you know? I thought you two are living together."

"Oh, no, no." He rushes to say. "I just crashed here last night. We don't um..no."

She smiles, taking a sip of the hot tea. "This is delicious. Come join me."

He looks away. "I already had a cup."

Her eyes narrow pointedly. "One of the perks of being a grandma is knowing when someone's hungry. Don't try to fool me, darling. Go bring a cup or I will wake her up."

Sighing, he makes a cup for himself and sits beside her.

She grins comically. "Is that cookie I smell?"

He laughs, endeared by the childish joy on her face. "Yes. I made them for her as a thank you. You can have some when it's ready."

"Why are you thanking her? For letting you stay or for all the sex?"

He gasps. "Marge!"

"What? It's not a secret, she tells me things. So, what's going on between you two now?"

"Everything is good. But we have moved on, we are just friends now."

"I see."

She didn't believe him one bit. But why to tell her the truth and make her sad unnecessarily? The woman embodies warmth and naughtiness - a nice combination. He's sure Hermione loves her. Hermione has atleast one good person to rely on in the workplace.