While Clara wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to hear what Draco had to say, she quietly sat down beside him and focused her attention on her shoes, waiting for him to begin the conversation. It took him a few solid minutes before she heard him exhale loudly.

"I'm sorry," he began but Clara shook her head slightly at his words. "What? You don't want to hear sorry?"

Clara glanced over at him. "No, I don't want to hear sorry, I want to know why you got all upset and wouldn't give me a chance to explain myself? I didn't even get three sentences out before you stormed away from me, Draco. Yet, you threw an important question at me, what did you expect... a simple yes?"

"Yes." he answered.

She let out a small laugh. "No...that's not how it works! Moving in together, is not as simple as just saying yes, Draco. There's so much planning that has to go into it.'

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like, do you even have a place in mind for us to live together? Where? We don't even have jobs in mind right now..at least I don't. That's great if you do, but I'd like to get myself established too."

"And you can." Draco reassured her. "I have money-"

"Your own money? Or your parents' money?"

A look of hurt appeared on his face as he stared at her. "If you don't want to move in Clara, that's all you have to say, you don't have to drag this out-"

"I'm not dragging it out, Draco. I have to be realistic, this is my life too. If we're doing this together, I'd like to be prepared and know what to expect. I'm not saying these things to hurt your feelings. I'm saying them because I care about you and if we do move in together, I want it to work. Do you understand?'

Draco nodded his head but remained silent, Clara was sure she was just hurting his feelings further every time she spoke and didn't give him a direct answer to his question. She couldn't figure out how to word it so that he understood how much she cared for him and didn't want to hurt him.

She wanted to move in with him, she figured it would be easier, but she also didn't want to rush into things and regret it later.

"Can you say something?" she whispered to him, no longer wanting to be the one that was doing all the talking.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Clara. Because everything that I have planned doesn't seem like something you want. I have inheritence money, something that all members of my family get when they become of age. So while it was once my parents' money, it's techinically my money now, but you don't want that, so what am I supposed to do? You're right, I haven't figured out a career yet, because I'm not sure how many people are going to hire me with this stupid thing still on my arm!" he lifted his sleeve.

She flinched and averted her gaze after it rested of the Dark Mark on his arm.

"So maybe we're better off not moving in with each other, because I'd hate for you to do something you're unsure of." Draco huffed angrily before picking himself up from the steps and going to leave.

Clara quickly reached out and snatched him back by his sleeve.

"You can't run away every time you hear something you don't like!" she snapped at him. "It's not fair!"

Draco rounded on her. "I just want to take care of you but you won't let me! I keep offering you things, but you keep turning them down! I don't know what you want me to do or to say? I just want you to tell me what to say or what to do, so I can do and make you happy."

She remained silently as she watched him breathe heavily in frustration.

"I thought the money I had to my name could help us, we could find a place together, somewhere you liked to live...where we would both like to live...we would have enough to survive until the end of time if we chose not to work, but if you want to work that's fine, Clara. You can go out and get a job, I can't. I'm still paying for my mistakes and I'll probably continue to pay for my mistakes until I'm buried in a cemetery plot."

He stopped himself before turning away again. "Maybe...maybe you don't want to be with someone like that. You don't deserve to be burden with my troubles, Clara-"

"Don't you dare throw that at me, Draco. I have told you time and time before that you are not a burden to me. We both have our troubles and...Look at me when I'm talking to you! That's the least you could do right now!"

Draco forced himself to face her, only to see the tears that threatened tof all glistening in her eyes as she glared at him. There was so much fire to her voice, that Draco couldn't help remember the first time he had seen Clara after the war. Hiding beneath her robes on the train, begging people not to look in her direction for their own benefit. Yet the woman standing before him was not the same Hufflepuff that he had met on the train that day.

The woman that stood before him, had her hair pulled back neatly, not a strand out of place as her entire face was revealed, scars and all. Her blue eyes were narrowed at him in anger at his words and she stood as tall and straight as she could, to match his height. She was radiating confidence even if she was upset.

Rather than letting her continue yelling at him for his stupid mistakes, Draco pulled her into him and brought her right in for a kiss.

He waited for her to push him away in disgust and anger for letting his hormones get the best of him, but it seemed the fight between them was on hold as Clara kept a firm hold on his lower lip, not letting him escape from her.

"Ew gross..." Abby scrunched up her face in disgust before glancing over at Max, who wore a similar expression.

"Weren't they just fighting? Now they're..they're snogging...Grown ups are weird." Max said looking away and shuddering.

"Agreed. Like...why couldn't they just high five each other and be done with it?"