Draco drifted closer to her, enjoying how the wind played havoc with her hair. "Will you have a reason to come home now?" come home. To come home, not to a dark silent cottage in Oxfordshire with an overgrown garden, but to this hulking manor house, where she’d be greeted with Scorpius’ excited squeal of "mama!" that would eventually grow into "mummy’s home!" and maybe one day- she looked Draco in the face and saw a soft smile on his lips. Maybe one day it wouldn’t just be her son running to greet her, but his father as well. He reached up and tucked her hair back out of her face, "do you have a reason to come home now, Hermione?" he almost whispered, and she realized how very close he was standing- his hand at her face, thumb brushing across her lips making the air in her lungs turn to fire."I have at least one- he calls me mama." she said breathlessly. Her heart felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out and take her guts with it. Draco stepped closer still, he’d not allowed himself to kiss her earlier, but now, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes on his lips. He leaned down and to his delight she met him half way in a tentative, careful kiss. She stepped closer to him, dropping the small beaded bag she’d been clutching and burying her hands in his hair as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him. God, she didn’t know the last time she’d felt like this. Hearts pounding in tandem as the kiss deepend into something much less careful. Draco had a fist full of her skirt, and she had her hands at the buttons of his shirt, and realized what she was about to do. It wasn’t the lightning outside that pulled her away, it was the lightning within. What was she doing? Six months, he’d said. She stepped back, perhaps too suddenly, perhaps not soon enough. Her hands flat on his now bare chest, slender fingers framing the jagged silver scar that crossed his chest just barely missing his heart, his shirt untucked and more than half unbuttoned. He’d been so good to keep her boundaries in mind, and here she was flinging herself over his. For a long, breathless moment they stood apart, but still in each other’s grip, trying to read the other’s eyes. There was hurt in his face and she felt the guilt flood through her. After all he had been through with Astoria, how could she betray his trust like that? She could feel his heart pounding, his hands resting on her hips. 