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He scrunched up his nose and gently rubbed her shoulders, glancing at her a little shyly. ”Please tell me that I’m better than him? And of course he was lucky - he had the prettiest, smartest witch to love, but then he’s also an idiot for letting you go.”
She let out an exhale once more, finding his touch comforting however as she stared at his chest absentmindedly. Hermione then smiled sadly at the memories of her past relationship, shrugging her shoulders afterwards. “You are, Draco. But I am not that perfect, really. I might be smart, but that’s because books were my only company back when I was young. When I wasn’t confident.”
Grinning at the praise, he hummed softly, before his smile faltered at her final words. Sighing, he cupped her chin and caressed her cheeks, locking eyes with her as he mumbled, “Why can’t you see what I see? I was the exact same way as you - and my confidence was merely arrogance disguised quite well.”
“I don’t know just make it go away…” Veronica let go of his pants knowing how childish and silly her behavior was. “I don’t want to remember that man….” She wrapped her arms around herself then began rocking back and forth.
“I don’t normally offer this to anyone but…” Draco sighed and dropped to his knees, eyeing her with some trepidation. “But it seems like you could really use it, and to be honest, I don’t know what else to do, so…would you like a hug?”
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Squeaking in surprise as she returned the kiss without any trepidation, Draco melted against her lips and ever so gently squeezed her hips, briefly losing himself in her eyes. “Well, that person was very lucky, wasn’t he?”
She didn’t hesitate to stare back into his silver orbs, a small sigh of happiness leaving her lips as she briefly pulled away from his lips, her breathing coming out in small, soft pants. “Yes. I suppose Ronald was lucky.”
He scrunched up his nose and gently rubbed her shoulders, glancing at her a little shyly. ”Please tell me that I’m better than him? And of course he was lucky - he had the prettiest, smartest witch to love, but then he’s also an idiot for letting you go.”
Veronica sat down on the sidewalk trying to take deep breaths. “T-trigger? I-I don’t know what it is…” She said shaking from her sobs. Then the realization hit her just like the memory she tried to repress. Her breathing shallowed as she thought of the memory unable to deal with it. “M-make…the memory go away…” She reached for his pants leg trying to keep herself from completely loosing it.
“The thing that made you cry - usually with my mum, it was the mention of my dad or finding something in the Manor that reminded her of him. Then she would cry and escape into her own mind…and well, you get the idea.” He rambled nervously, before flinching as she grabbed him, eyeing her grip on his trousers. “How?”
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“How many have kissed your lips, Hermione?” Draco mused thoughtfully, before chuckling and leaning in for yet another kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he hummed against her lips.
“Only one person asides from you.” Hermione answered without no hesitation, her arms now wrapping around his neck very slowly as she wasted no time to give him a soft kiss in return.
Squeaking in surprise as she returned the kiss without any trepidation, Draco melted against her lips and ever so gently squeezed her hips, briefly losing himself in her eyes. “Well, that person was very lucky, wasn’t he?”
“You do have a job,” she nodded, taking another sip of her drink. ”It definitely might not be the best job in the world, but you have a means to an end.”
She reached across the bar and attempted to swat at him, nearly toppling off the bar stool. She let out a laugh, grabbing onto the counter top to steady herself, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. ”I will not dance on tables or flirt with old men,” she snorted. “Though I might topple off my seat. Go on, say it then.”
“It is money at the end of the day.” The blonde conceded with a somewhat reluctant nod, turning to face her. “And it may not be an awful lot, but it’s enough to purchase mum’s medicine and get some food in every once in a while. We might be okay.”
He squeaked then and ducked as her hand came towards him, a mischievous glint dancing in his silver eyes. “I don’t know that, Granger. It’s the quiet ones that are the worst, I’ve heard!” He grinned then and shook his head in exasperation, holding out a hand. “Please don’t fall off the chair, Granger. It’d be far too messy and I really can’t be bothered with all of the paperwork.”
“It wasn’t…y-you…” Veronica sobbed unable to regulate her emotions. “I-I suffer from…a lot of mental i-illnesses…James would know t-the…names…” She tried to stop crying but the more she tried the more she would cry.
“I’m sorry…” Draco murmured then, silver eyes widening in shock as he gazed her sympathetically. “Please just…just sit down, okay? I remember one of the doctors telling my mum to take a series of deep breaths and just try to block out the trigger…” He trailed off then and chewed his lips, slumping a little. “If it’s me, tell me, and I’ll go.”
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