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To The Moon And Back

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“Do you see this really bright star right there?” Draco pointed to a spot somewhere above them. 

 

Following the direction with her gaze, Hermione tried to sink deeper in his embrace. 

 

This was it. 

 

Their last night at Hogwarts and quite possible their last night together. Draco wasn’t allowed to travel internationally for another year after graduation and still he insisted she take the offer of an internship in Spain. 

 

“Kitten, are you even listening?”

 

Hermione nuzzled her nose in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, almost desperately, trying to memorize every nuance of his scent.

 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” She mumbled, not bothering to look up. 

 

Draco chuckled and she could feel how it vibrated through his chest. “Oh I was just showing you my constellation and telling you how it supposedly ended up there.”

 

His voice grew quieter and all of a sudden Draco sobered up, the playfulness completely gone from his tone. “You okay? I can feel you thinking, Granger. You passed your NEWT’s, there is nothing to worry about right now, relax.”

 

Hermione hiccuped, determined to hold the tears back that threatened to spill down her cheeks. Of course he had nothing to worry about. 

 

“I’m fine. Everything is fine.” It just didn’t sound like it, not even for herself.

 

Draco entangled his body from hers and searched her face for something. Soft grey eyes met warm brown ones.

 

“Listen princes, the constellation Draco — I , can be seen from Spain as well. You won’t be alone, not even for a second, because I will always be there.”

 

Losing to the tears, Hermione threw her arms around Draco’s neck. Maybe they had a chance after all.

 

“There she is. Now let me tell you the tale how Hera had my namesake end up there.“ Draco pointed at the sky again, snaked the other arm around Hermione’s waist and pressed her against his side. 

 

Three weeks later Hermione sat at a peaceful beach in Spain, eyes cast to the dark firmament above her, a lonely tear escaping the corner of her eye, smiling.