✨Pathetic✨ Draco 😌

What if I told you I have written it and currently editing with aim to post on AO3 tomorrow? 👀

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“I love you,” she kissed his jaw. “I love you,” she trailed the slope of his neck. “I. Love. You.” she found his lips again.
“Good,” Draco’s breath mingled with her, she didn’t know where one ended and the other began, “because I love you too.”

Hermione, because if you don’t, I may think that all of this is a dream. And I don’t want to wake up in reality where you don’t love me back.” Hermione melted in his arms, words spilling from her lips like a prayer.

breathe again. The kiss was a confession, a silent admission of shared feelings, and it lifted the weight of unspoken emotions between them.

“I think I’m in love with you,” she heard herself murmur into his lips and kissed him again.
“Say it again,” Draco breathed, “say it again,

Then, a knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat. Standing there, with an unreadable expression, was Draco. Without a word, he stepped forward and kissed her, his actions speaking volumes more than words ever could. In that moment, with his lips against hers, Hermione finally felt like she could

Days after Draco moved out, Hermione found herself listlessly moving through her now too-quiet apartment. She considered reaching out, confessing her feelings, but fear held her back. The uncertainty was suffocating, yet she couldn't muster the courage to face potential rejection.

the Manor, and she had impulsively offered her place. The offer had been practical at the time, yet now, it felt like something more, something deeper had developed.

approval."

The memory of how Draco came to stay with her was still vivid in her mind. His flat in Muggle London had burned down, leaving him with severe injuries. As a healer at St Mungo's, Hermione had tended to him. When it was time for his discharge, he had stubbornly refused to return to

Hermione's hands paused over a shirt. "You're not a nuisance," she said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I didn't even think of using an extension charm to add a room for you. But those are heavily regulated... illegal without the Ministry's

Draco's voice was steady, yet there was a hint of something else beneath it. "I appreciate everything, Hermione. Your sofa, as comfortable as it is, isn't my space. I'm always in your way here, and the last thing I want is to be a nuisance."

She was afraid to look at him, because she was afraid he will read her face like an open book. She was afraid of him being able to read her, because in the time he occupied her sofa, he somehow managed to worm his way into her heart and she managed to fall for him.

She busied herself with the laundry scattered all over her bed, ready to be folded. She could use magic, of course, but right now she was thankful she could occupy herself with this mundane task. Anything to not look at him.