Breathe
Aug 11, 2006
The war is over and everyone wants something from Hermione. But that’s nothing new; she can handle it. Really.
My favourite Draco/Hermione story to date. Um, not that I’ve read very many (so far.)
I love the characterizations in this fic. Canonically, Hermione is chronically undervalued and taken for granted. And Draco would be the kind of house guest who shows up uninvited, makes himself at home, reads your mail, eats your food, messes up your apartment, and sees right through you to all your hopes and weaknesses.
“You don’t understand.”
“You? I understand you perfectly.”
He took a half-step forward. She wasn’t sure if she should get ready for a kiss or a slap.
Then he stopped.
“And I understand I’m hungry. You were so busy playing house with Potter last night—never thought that meant I wouldn’t get dinner, did you? I’m famished.” He plucked at his shirt.
Skin and bones, that’s what I am.”“Oh for—You’re going to have to learn to feed yourself, Draco.”
He looked genuinely surprised. “Why? I’ve got you.”
If only she had a door to slam.
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