4.1 | Draconian ✓

15 | accio

A/N

Well, this is it - what you've waited fifteen chapters for. You should be thankful really, my original fiction readers usually wait twenty chapters for a kiss. Happy reading!

x Noelle

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Summons from a distance.

HERMIONE COULD BARELY breathe. She didn't dare to. She held her breath because it was too precious a moment to break.

The pressure of his lips on hers were light, almost cautious, which she found fitting in a time like this. Her chest tightened and her head spun with something like the heady realisation that Draco Malfoy was kissing her, actually kissing her, because it often felt like he was far too distant from her and this, this was perfect.

And so she kissed him back, moving her lips tentatively against his. Just lips against lips, no tongue, no teeth; simple as ever. His scent invaded her senses like the best kind of aphrodisiac there ever was, and she breathed him in, sliding her fingers gently up his arm to draw him closer. Because that was all she ever wanted, really. Just him - closer.

But then Draco froze under her touch, and it was all over.

He drew away quickly, his eyes almost obsidian as he averted his gaze. She stared at him warily. "Draco?"

"You should get some rest," he replied calmly, taking the bowl from the dresser and handing it to her. He was silent as she drank all of it and when she was done, he gently eased her back down onto the bed, drawing the covers back over her.

But he didn't leave, not this time. And, after a moment's hesitation, he pulled the leather chair over to her bedside and settled down in it. His hand found hers under the blanket and he held on tight. It was funny, because she'd always treated him like he was her lifeline and somehow his grip seemed to suggest otherwise.

"Sleep, Granger."

A tiny smile curved her lips. He was right next to her, where she'd always wanted him to be. And that was all that mattered.

"Goodnight, Draco."

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Draco was more than surprised to find that none of his flatmates were in their respective rooms the next morning. Pansy was sprawled on the sofa, while Theo slept in a huddle on the floor. Only Blaise was awake, even though it was only six in the morning.

"Morning," Blaise was brewing a fresh pot of coffee and he didn't even turn as Draco entered the kitchen.

Draco frowned as he noticed the bruises under Blaise's eyes. "Did you even sleep at all?"

"No. I was up all night brewing these," Blaised gestured briefly to the phials on the counter, each arranged according to their medicinal purpose. "Have Hermione drink these after breakfast. There's more in the cupboard for the next few days. How is she?"

"I don't know," Draco answered truthfully. He still reeled from the previous day's events, and he hadn't a clue how to deal with Hermione after their kiss. He shot a glance at Theo and Pansy in the living room and his frown deepened. "They didn't sleep much either?"