The Promise

CHAPTER 15

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Two months passed.

Their lives revolved around each other.

Never had they ever felt such a state of bliss.

What they shared went beyond anything physical. It was gratifying on so many levels.

They excelled at intimacy but also intellectually.

She challenged his mind, and he pushed her to achieve more.

They shifted between their flats, and both had an adequate stock of each other's clothes and things.

Even though Draco wanted to proclaim his love for Hermione from the highest mountain top, she kept mum about it.

He did not want to pressure her, but inwardly it upset him.

The hours ticked by, and he could not wait to get home and into her waiting arms.

Glancing one last time at the Daily Prophet, Draco smiled warmly at the large picture but frowned at the last sentence in the article and then tossed the unwanted paper into the bin.

Shaking his head in frustration, he thought Skeeter was still a fucking bitch. The woman would sell her mother for a story.

The smiling picture of a lovely Astoria Greengrass and a handsome James Hudson adorned the front page.

She sported a sizably diamond engagement ring, and James gazed at her lovingly.

Greengrass and Hudson announce the much-awaited engagement.

A marriage down under awaits.

Was it love at first sight?

Will the Australian hunk be the answer to the youngest Greengrass finally settling down?

Has she forgotten her past beau?

A Rita Skeeter exclusive.

Bidding Helen a fond farewell, Draco hurried to the apparition point of his office and left.

The temptingly delicious smell hit him first.

Salvia gathered, and his mouth began to water with anticipation.

His flat smelled of roasted potatoes and pork chops.

He loosened his tie and tossed it without care onto the white kitchen island, and took a seat.

Stretching his legs out, he let out a sigh.

Draco watched Hermione dance around the kitchen in her own little world as she cooked them dinner.

An open bottle of white wine rested on the table. She refilled her glass and turned to his presence.

Moving closer, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.