To a Better End

Chapter 44

January 24th 1977

"Well this is mighty cosy," Theo declared, walking into their small home. His eyes scanned the walls, assessing the home... maybe judging.

Needless to say, Hermione was eager to close up shop early and go home to process all that happened. Her mind was still reeling, so much so that Draco had to apparate them home.

"What's the sleeping arrangement?" Theo asked like he didn't know, but he gave Hermione a quick glance with lifted eyebrows. Obviously suggesting something.

At the same time, Draco and Hermione gave very different answers.

"We share the couch."

"I've been sleeping in the bed."

Draco turned to Hermione with surprised eyes. "You've been sleeping in the bed?"

Hermione could have shrunk all the way down to a Pygmy Puff. She didn't really want to have this conversation, and especially not in front of Theo. It was a strange thought because she was always so open with him, but after years of just Hermione and Draco relying on each other... Well, they had grown closer than she ever expected.

"For the most part."

Draco nodded, knowing that she hadn't slept much at all and not wanting to push the subject. Theo began perusing the house, quickly finding the firewhiskey and pouring himself a finger before continuing his self-administered tour. He looked through the kitchen, making an expression that deemed it acceptable but not impressive. He peeked into every room, giving each wall a once over, before sitting on the couch, crossing his leg over, and giving the pair a knowing look.

"Did you two still want to squeeze on the couch or can you finally handle the bed?" There was much implied by the question, but she wouldn't address any of the hidden queries yet.

Again, the pair answered at the same time.

"As long as Hermione isn't alone."

"Whatever Draco wants."

Theo laughed. "We're going to have a great time."

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February 1st 1977

After much pointless conversation, Theo decided that he would take the couch since he was one person, and it was ridiculous to take a large bed. Hermione did her best to sleep on her side of the bed, and Draco stayed on his. He did, however, always face her, as though he was keeping watch on her in the night.

Theo immediately familiarised himself with the kitchen, making them elaborate meals that surpassed anything that they could have made on their own. It was ridiculous how he had just started cooking after the freeing of his house elf and was better than Hermione and most muggle chefs.

With his father still alive and roaming, Theo wasn't safe to leave. He was stuck to the confines of the cottage. He didn't seem to mind, though. He kept sending both Draco and Hermione out for more ingredients, claiming that neither of them knew how to use a kitchen to its fullest potential. They obliged, of course. The meals were worth it.

"It's a fine line between caramelised and burnt. Honestly, Draco. How have the two of you survived without me?"

Draco was standing behind Theo with his arms crossed over his chest like a pouting child while Theo took over in the kitchen. Hermione made the mistake of suggesting they try to cook a meal for him. Theo kicked Hermione out first, frustrated by the constant measuring. He insisted that you could feel the right amount of each ingredient to put in. Draco's method of caramelising onions was the last straw.