Dinner that evening was awkward. No one seemed to know just what to say to Draco and I. Hermione seemed too embarrassed to even look at us, which was the exact opposite of Ron; his eyes never left us, casting a constant glare over us both. Ginny, however, smiled at us from across the table, showing her support to us while her mother simply tried to keep the peace. I don’t think Mrs. Weasley really knew what to say. I couldn’t help but wonder just how much they had all heard this afternoon.
I tried not to show my discomfort, though there is no doubt in my mind that it showed clearly. The air in the room was heavy, suffocation. I twisted my napkin in my hands, needing a way to focus my attention on something other than my discomfort. Draco’s hand covered mine, stilling my nervous movements. I looked up at him, melting at the beauty of the smile he gave me. I knew at that moment that with Draco by my side, I could get through anything.
The night dragged on and on, almost to the point where I thought it would never end. At long last, everyone dispersed and headed upstairs to bed. I laid in the dark, staring up at the ceiling for nearly two hours. The silence and awkwardness of the evening had had a strange effect on me. At midnight, after having tossed and turned for three hours, I left my room and ascended to the third floor.
Draco’s room was dark and so quiet, I was sure he must be asleep. I crossed the room as quietly as I could, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Draco turned to face me, wide awake in the darkness.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “What’s wrong?”
“Can’t sleep,” I replied. He smiled and sat up slightly.
“Good. Then I’m not the only one.” He moved over, making room for me as he lifted the blankets. I smiled and crawled in beside him, wrapping my arms about his waist and laying my head on his chest. I felt his chest rise and fall as he sighed. “Well, dinner was interesting.” I groaned while he let out a chuckle.
“That was the most awkward meal of my life,” I said, closing my eyes and listening to the even rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’m glad you were with me, though. I don’t think I could have gone without having a nervous breakdown if it wasn’t for you.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the reason things were so awkward tonight.”
“How much do you think they heard?” He laughed.
“Quite a bit, I’d imagine. Silencing charms would have been a good idea, I think.”
“We didn’t stop to think long enough to set silencing charms.” I smiled, looking up at him. “I’ve missed you…so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” I stretched up to meet him in a kiss before snuggling back into his chest.
“I love you,” I mumbled sleepily.
“I love you, too, Harry. Sleep well.”
It was by far the best night’s sleep I’d had in months.
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