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/There’s glitter on the floor after the party../
A low hum of the vinyl filled the silence of the early morning.
Hermione slowly stood from her spot on the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. She started up the kettle and made two cups of tea.
/Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby…/
Hermione spotted him outside the balcony. He leaned over the railings with his elbows propping him upright. She walked towards him with a mug in each hand filled with tea. One for her and another just the way he liked it.
/Candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor…/
The chill air of the morning hit her skin. She felt her skin tighten and she hugged her cardigan and held the mugs a little closer.
“Hi,” she said softly, handing him a mug that he gently took and murmured his thanks.
/You and me from the night before, but…/
They were in their last year of university. They met through mutual friends and saw each other at parties and intimate dinners. A glance turned to two then more… and the next thing they knew, they went to coffee study dates and later spent more time together outside of group settings.
/Don’t read the last page…/
She wasn’t sure what to do after last night. They didn’t write this in the romance books she tried reading. It would have a confession between the characters then they were a couple the day after. What happened in between? Are there books on what to do? She wanted to speak but nothing came out of her mouth.
/But I stay when you’re lost, and I’m scared, and you’re turning away…/
They stood in silence, calm in the peace of the morning. She lightly took a sip of her tea, humming to calm her nerves. He shifted, taking a step closer to her. With a tentative arm, he pulled her by the waist and tucked her in front of him.
/I want your midnights…/
She let out a soft sigh. Maybe this was the in-between.
Last night’s confession changed the air between them. She took a deep breath and felt her face flush.
She turned her head away, overlooking the city as fireworks filled the sky.
/But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day…/
“Happy New Year, darling,” he murmured, kissing her on the top of her head.
“Happy New Year, Draco,” turning around, she kissed him.