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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 13: The Reunion
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Harry Potter. ... How many times do you need me to write this, Professor?
A/N: I am so very, truly sorry for updating so slowly. I wasn't even aware it had been this long. It has just not been an easy chapter. For some reason, it's taken me some work to get down on paper, and I've been gone for a few days fixing up my new place, plus I've been doing a lot more things with my mum these days since I have to go back to uni soon. Anyway. Enough excuses. It's finally time for Chapter 13. :)
Chapter 13 / The Reunion
She had every intention of turning him away, of appearing disinterested and cold when he came around her house the next day. Unfortunately for her, the presence of Draco Malfoy had started to give her chronically weak knees. She had to get that checked. She suspected a dubious potion slipped into her drink.
Her intentions were immediately reconsidered as he entered the living room, his hair looking delectably messy. She stood up, determined to show him she felt nothing...nothing at all. But that turned out to be quite difficult, because the fact that she did feel a whole lot became apparent when he placed his hands softly on her cheeks, placing a tender kiss on her lips in greeting.
To try to explain everything that happened in her body at that moment would only sound like a pathetic attempt to be poetic. Either way, it left her completely dazed and she remained with her eyes closed for several seconds. When she felt strong enough to open them she found him looking down upon her, wrinkles of a smile framing his eyes.
"Sorry about Steve and Al," he said as his eyes glittered in amusement.
"It's fine," she laughed, pushing one of her curls back into place. "The embarrassment has pretty much passed. It was quite funny, now that I think about it."
"They're a bit inconsiderate at times, but really great lads," he assured her, and she felt his hand follow the contour of her arm before lacing her fingers softly with his own. "Wizards too."
"I take it they're not Slytherins."
"How did you know?" he asked dryly.
"Well, it might be the total lack of tact, and the refreshing lack of arrogance."
She smiled as he tugged on her arm, leading her towards the exit.
"Hufflepuffs the both of them. Couple of years older than us," he explained as she followed quite obediently. "Come to dinner with me?"
"Sure, I'm starved," she nodded, closing the door behind them with her free hand. "Do they know who you are?"
"Yeah, they're the only ones I've told. And then somehow the Lewbells know. Al and Steve remembered me from Hogwarts anyway. Keeping it a secret was pointless."
"Miranda knows too," Hermione said in a hushed voice, shooting him an apologetic look. When he looked back in surprise, she hurried to explain. "I had to talk to someone. I was so frustrated about our argument, and it was just so good to talk about it all. But she didn't take it bad or anything."
"No, the people who know haven't taken it badly," he admitted. "The lads both know what I've done in the war."
"Did they fight?" she asked as they turned, following the road into town.
"Ah no," he said, shaking his head. "They both had reasons for leaving the war behind. Al's sister was sick and needed to be escorted out of the most dangerous areas. Steve has a magical injury that can't be healed, and his eyesight is quite bad in the dark, which would have been a huge disadvantage. He chose not to risk it all, since his girlfriend was pregnant at the time."
