HERMIONE POV

Draco told me he loved me a few seconds ago and I never left his arms. "I love you too. That's why I came here. I came here to tell you. I want to know if you're alright. I want to make you happy if you're sad. I want you, Draco Malfoy," I whisper into his ear.

Draco broke the embrace and led me to his couch. We both sat down. "It took you a year to piece the clues together?" He asked.

"No, a few days. But I was too nervous to come here and you were always in my mind. I always thought about you," I smiled and a corner of Draco's mouth rose as well.

"Can I kiss you?" Draco asked, quietly.

"Mmmhmmm," I nodded.

His lips were warm and soft against mine, very gentle. He slowly worked his way down to my neck.

"Draco," I say, moving back, breaking his kissing. "Why did you not follow me? That day in the cafe? We could have talked then. We could have been married. Our lives could have been right."

"I was scared. I've been on the run for months and I usually move places, but I stood here for you. I'm pretty sure the last time I left my apartment was a week ago. I've been really hungry, practically starving myself because I know I don't belong anywhere."

"But Draco, we were meant to be together. According to wizarding laws, if you have a repeating dream or nightmare with the same people in it, you were meant to be with that person. If that's logical. I mean, I've been living with the Weasleys for the past year and I need a change in my life. I want to wake up in a sun-filled apartment and be happy about life. Not to live in fear of being hunted or killed."

"Do you want to move in with me?"

"W-what? D-Draco, we just re-met after years of torment and craziness. You'd have to convince me to move."