for the best (epilogue)
Draco/Hermione, rated M. 50,000 words, complete.
It was a warm autumn day, the sort that still carried the remnants of summer. Hermione lifted her face to the sunshine, letting the rays warm her skin. Her book lay forgotten on the other side of the bench, and the orchids around them danced in the light breeze.
Draco was on his back, his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair, letting the strands slip through her grip and then starting over, a rhythmic process that had them both nearly hypnotized.
She thought he had fallen asleep, but when she went to stop stroking his hair he growled in annoyance. His book lay open but abandoned on his chest. “Don’t you dare stop, Granger,” he warned without even opening his eyes.