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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 19: The Pain
Disclaimer: Meh. I have to give back these characters once I'm done. –sniff-
Chapter 19 / The Pain
He grimaced as she was sliding her hands along his head, trying to get his hair to co-operate.
"Now I get why you used to slick it down all the time," she noted, letting her arms fall to her sides just to watch his hair turn messy again.
"It's a right pain," he agreed, shaking his head slightly to get it to move. "But I'm just going to see Steve and Al; I doubt they mind that my hair is messy."
"It kind of looks better like this, anyway, I suppose" she admitted unwillingly, making him grin. "It looks effortless."
"Which is kind of ironic considering the effort you put in to get it to not behave like this."
She laughed shortly, handing him his tailored black jacket. Her lips were pulled into a smile as she watched him put it on, messing his hair up even further.
"Have fun with the guys."
"I will," he promised, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. "We're invited for dinner at Miranda's tomorrow, so don't go inviting Freckles and Sorbet over."
She rolled her eyes and tried desperately to keep back a chuckle.
"I'll keep the afternoon clear," she said before she pushed him against the door. "You're going to be late. I'll see you tonight."
She waved him off before heading into the kitchen, trying to find out if there was anything she needed to head to the shop for. Opening the fridge, she found it about half full, noting that she was out of milk at least. She found a post it note and a pen and started scribbling down what she needed in an untidy scrawl. It was as she was as she closed the door that she heard definite footsteps coming from the other room. She looked up in confusion, not seeing anyone, but assumed it was Draco coming back for something he forgot.
"Draco, back so soon?" she asked loudly, writing salad as the last thing on her grocery list.
No one answered, but she felt someone watching her and she looked up in confusion. She dropped her pen with a loud thud.
"Molly?!"
"Hey, dear," the Weasley mother said softly, looking almost pained. "It's been so long!"
Hermione didn't know what to say. Heck, she didn't know what to feel. It really had been long, but it was a reason for that, after all.
"We have missed you dearly, Hermione," she said, sounding choked.
She seemed to hold herself back, rooted to the spot by the door into the kitchen. Her mild eyes swept over Hermione as she stood, holding her post it note feebly in one hand.
"You look well."
"I feel well," Hermione forced herself to reply, her mouth feeling oddly dry. "It's been very good for me up here."
"Yes, Ginny said you were doing well," the older woman said. "I'm sorry ... – if I'm intruding. I've spent days persuading Harry to give me your address, and he finally caved. I see this has done you good, but I couldn't take it anymore. I can't let you hide from your life anymore because of what my son did to you."
"Molly..."
"- No, listen, please," Molly interrupted intensely. "You have a job. You have friends and a life, and now that you're doing so well, you need to come back. The more you let yourself run, the further you'll slip away from your life. If you let this go any further, it'll just get harder to come back."
