The Last Malfoy

Hermione could hardly control the excitement she was feeling as she walked the halls of St. Mungo's. She hadn't seen Draco for over a week, at first it was her job that was holding her back, with the Quidditch World Cup only months away, everything was busy in preparations for the great event. When she was finally able to take a day off it was Draco's turn to be held back by his job. Finally, they were both having a break from their jobs and she couldn't wait to spend it with him.

Ever since they had graduated from Hogwarts, Hermione had been so busy pursuing a career, with very little personal time on her hands, she hardly had a love life. She was glad that her short-lived relationship with Ron hadn't ruined their friendship. By finally being together, the two of them had realized that they wanted different things in a partner, but they each of them was exactly what the other wanted in a friend.

She couldn't mark the exact time at which Draco had made his way back to her life, but the first time she saw him was so awkward for both of them that they still remembered it with loud laughs till this day. They were both looking warily at each other, she didn't know how he would treat her and he didn't know whether or not she was willing to deal with him at all.
It wasn't an easy journey for either of them, it took them a while to understand the nature of the feelings they had for each other and an even longer while to admit having them. But they eventually got it all figured out, and despite her hectic schedule, Hermione was finally having some peace.

But there was still a step they needed to take, they needed to let people know they were having a relationship. Having to lie to her friends about it was stressing her and she thought they've kept it a secret for too long and she'd prefer telling her friends herself rather than having them find out. So today, she was going to share her thoughts with him.

She had spent so long in Draco's office waiting for him, if this was his definition of an idle day then she didn't want to be here when he was having a busy one! Then the item of her latest thoughts walked into the room. Clad in a the same lime green robe that every other healer had to wear, he still stood out and Hermione couldn't help but grin back at the smile that lit up his face.

"I don't remember ever being so eager to go back to my office." he whispered as he bent his head down, brushing his lips against hers in what was intended to be a brief kiss. But Hermione pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, her hand cupping the nape of his neck.
Draco moved his hands from his pockets to her waist, pulling her closer. When the two of them were utterly out of breath, they broke the kiss.

"I like tonight already."He smiled against her lips.

Sitting childishly on his desk she beamed at him "You have no idea! I can't believe I finally got a break from work." she sighed exaggeratedly.

"Oh, I've lived to see the day that Hermione Granger doesn't want more work, I can now die in peace." he mocked theatrically.

"I'm not as addicted to work as everybody portrays me!" Hermione objected loudly.

"Of course not." he scoffed and Hermione waved her wand at him, "Do you want me to stab you in the eye with this? Because I can." she threatened playfully.

Draco was about to say something back but an owl flew through the window crashing over Draco's desk and Hermione jumped in surprise. When had she ever seen an owl in such a hurry? He released the letter from the owl's leg. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened in horror as he read the contents of the letter, letting it fall from his shaky hands he ran out of the office mumbling something that sounded to Hermione like "I have to go".

Lucius Malfoy wandered aimlessly around his house. He couldn't stand the cold emptiness that took over the place. It felt like the Manor had lost its soul just like he did. The memories that haunted every corner of the house tore him apart. Part of him wanted to run away from them and the other wanted to hold onto them closely.
But he couldn't leave the house, what if she came back and didn't find him? She'd leave and he'll lose her again. He went upstairs, hesitantly opening the door to his room...their room. Everything was exactly the way she had left it the last time. He could still remember the last argument they had in here.