Aaand the final drabble is here!

Twenty: Hellos

Lucy knew one thing with absolute certainty: Teresa Fawley would have her head if she didn't hand in her report on time.

To be fair, though, Lucy couldn't exactly control the elevator traffic, and the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation would have to understand that. Besides, they were her orders to have Lucy deliver it personally. It would have been on her desk much sooner if Lucy could have sent it by owl, or through a Floo call.

Teresa wasn't the understanding type, though. Not even for her Senior Undersecretary. Not even for a Weasley. So, Lucy wasn't going to throw caution to the wind just yet.

"Excuse me - ack - I - really?"

Lucy irritatingly rubbed the spot on her neck where she had just gotten elbowed. Honestly, what kind of giants are in this building? she wondered to herself.

Now that she was out of the elevator, though, the worst part was over. Her pace quickened, and the click of her heels angrily echoed through the halls as she recounted the tasks on her mental to-do list. Hand in the report to Fawley. Pick up the next assignment from the Deputy Head. Buy a present for Dad. Suddenly, Lucy stopped in her tracks. She was missing something, but it wasn't coming to her.

Oh! The date Molly set up for me!

Her face immediately contorted into a grimace. That would have to be cancelled. There was simply no time.

Lucy started walking again, however, it wasn't long before she found herself stopping once more. This time, for a different reason.

A very surprising, unexpected reason.

Lucy felt as if her vocal chords had ceased to work from her shock, but she was fairly certain that she wasn't imagining the person standing in front of her. His dark brown hair was now long enough that he could tuck it behind his ears, and his olive skin was darker - probably due to the desert sun - but it was most certainly Lorcan Scamander that was standing before her. She could tell by his kind brown eyes, and that inexplicably calming smile.

"I better not be seeing things," Lorcan said. It wasn't like he planned on running into Lucy - he was at the Ministry to drop off his report - but Fate had other plans. He spread his arms, and Lucy didn't hesitate to cross the few feet between them with wide strides so she could hug him. The file in her hands dropped to the floor so she could fully embrace the man that she had grown up with.

As her arms stretched over his shoulders and pulled him closer, Lucy couldn't help but remark that it even smelled like Lorcan. Like herbs and wildflowers and the familiar woody scent of inked parchment.

"Do you have any idea how much I've missed you? Letters are not the same as the real thing, mister! What are you even doing here?"

Lucy felt his body pulling away slightly, and she nearly protested. They had three years of spending time together to make up for, after all.

However, just as quickly as Lorcan had pulled away, Lucy's body was once again pressed against his, and this time that included their lips meeting.

If she could have, Lucy would have literally melted into that kiss. Sure, Lorcan had kissed her before, but they were sixteen and nervous back then. Now there was a sense of conviction in the way their lips moved together, in the way his arms held her, in the way -

Suddenly, Lorcan broke away. He had a stupidly happy smile on his face as he said, "I've been waiting three years to do that."

"Then why Merlin's name did you stop?" Lucy exclaimed.

This time, she was the one to lean forward with complete confidence - more confidence than she'd ever had in one moment - and join their lips in the same wonderful, long-awaited kiss, with only one thought on her mind.

To hell with Fawley. I'd rather be kissing Lorcan than her stupid arse.

So this collection is officially finished :) I'd love to know your thoughts on it!