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He sat on the stone wall. A leg dangled over the side. His arm resting on the other. The apple in his hand was half eaten.
The music filled the night as if it were trying to rival the beauty of the stars. It in fact did, giving the heavens a run for their galleons. He hadn’t thought it would have been possible.
“Join me…” she said, turning to look up at him. The wall put him just that bit above her that she had to peer up.
“Granger, I think you’ve been spending too much time this summer with Lovegood. You’ll be telling me Nargles stole your shoes too.” He said, glancing down at her bare feet in the grass.
Hermione popped a blueberry into her mouth from the small handful she was holding. The second one she plucked from her palm she threw at him. Hitting him triumphantly along the white linen of his shirt.
“Granger!” He scowled as he examined the spot.
“Malfoy!” She laughed. “Come on, stop being such a Murtlap and get down here.”
He sighed. “Not a moment's peace with you. Is there?” Draco slipped off the wall to the ground. He placed the apple on the ledge and walked toward her. “What?” He said in a clearly put off tone. “I could hear and see from up there.”
“You couldn’t dance.” She said, reaching for him with the hand that held the berries.
He stepped back. “You’re not touching me with a sticky finger.”
“Not what you said last night.” She retorted haughtily.
“Quite different.” He smirked. “No one was going to see me after.”
“I’ll remember that.” She said, turning back to the music. He gave her a look before she got too far around. “When someone gets frisky in the middle of the day.”
Draco rolled his eyes and stepped behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. He swayed. “Happy?”
Her sticky fingers slipped along his forearms, as she leaned her head back against his chest. “Perfectly.” She said, turning to find his lips there tasting of sticky apple.